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Captive Mate BL

AN 18+ ALPHA MAFIA SERIES BOOK 1# CAPTIVE MATE BOOK 2# RUNAWAY MATE -+- 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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273 Chs

+Chapter 96+

Caspian didn't even bother taking a shower, climbing right into bed, he craved the solitude of sleep.

Asher on the other hand had to take one, his busy day aside, he was certain he had gotten some of the blood on Jael on him.

Caspian waited patiently for Asher to return, fiddling with his fingers as he watched the bathroom door.

He immediately rolled right into Asher's arms the moment he got under the sheets, pressing his cheek right up to the bare skin of Asher's chest.

He expected to smell the scent of body wash and warm water from the shower but instead, all he got was a mouthful of Asher's scent.

The smoky scent was heavy on his tongue, it was nothing like the acrid smell of cigarettes or the smoke from a fire.

It was like a drug, the accompanying scent of spices warming him up from within.

Asher didn't seem to notice it, and it had him wondering if it was just too much to him.