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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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359 Chs

-Chapter 270-

Lake woke up to the sound of his shirt getting ripped off. He was pinned down by Davian, the Alpha completely out of it.

That would teach him to fall asleep and completely let his guard down around an Alpha in rut.

"M-Master Davian…" He started to say calmly to try to reach him, but Davian didn't seem to hear him. "W-Wait- Don't…"

The Alpha pulled him closer by his legs, the lower half of his body on Davian.

The panic of waking up to this scene without warning and the threat of the Alpha trying to rip him in half for the second time gave Lake the courage he needed.

Smack!

"Stop!" He straight up yelled at the Mafia King holding him down. "Get off."

Lake winced as Davian froze, wide gray eyes staring down at him.

He had hit the Master much harder than he intended to, a bright red hand print forming right on his left pectoral.