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Captive Mate BL

AN 18+ ALPHA MAFIA SERIES Caspian is the heir to Moonstone Pack but when his parents die, he’s cheated out of his birthright and treated like a prisoner. He decides to leave, running off to Haines City to start a new life. His plans are instantly cut short when he's kidnapped and auctioned off, and he is bought by none other than one of the Mafia Kings running the city, Asher Knight. -+- Asher shrugged his coat off, the heavy outfit falling to the ground with an audible thud. Caspian watched this happen in apprehension, Mafia King Asher had looked huge with the coat on, and with the coat off, there wasn’t much of a difference. “Come here,” He ordered calmly, the earrings in his ears visible with his dark red hair slicked back. Caspian shook his head again, he had no intention of speaking, ever. Because that would only give away his gender. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Omega.” His voice darkened. Caspian’s heart thudded painfully in his chest in fear, he really didn’t want to get anywhere near the Alpha. He eyed the window longingly before forcing himself to take a step forward, then another, and another… +- THIS IS AN 18+ MAFIA STORY SO IT WILL INCLUDE VIOLENT AND MATURE THEMES, READ WITH CAUTION.

Aryna_Stan · LGBT+
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113 Chs

+Chapter 95+

Caspian spent the first ten minutes opening and closing cupboards.

It was less about finding something in particular and more about familiarizing himself with the space.

Maybe it was because the death of his parents was a little fresh in his mind but Lucy's death had hit like a wrecking ball.

It seemed a bit over the top considering that he wouldn't exactly call them close.

But there hadn't even been the time for that, just as she had been settling into her space in his life, she was gone.

It was strange to compare her to his mom but it felt like a bit of his mom had died again.

When he dragged Asher in here, he had no idea what he wanted to do.

He had never cooked before, his mom preferred to do that and afterward, he simply wasn't allowed to.

He just needed… he just needed…

Imprinting on people who cooked him homely meals would only drive him crazy.