Bound By His Rules {MM Steamy Compilation}

*REMEMBER THAT THIS GETS DARKER AS YOU READ AND THE FIRST STORY IS A SLOW-BURN.*

JAYDEN’s POV

Rafael, son of Alpha Zane, isn’t just some glorified titleholder designed to make the females swoon and the Betas bark in submission. He is young, sinfully handsome, and tall with a broad chest that begged for tongues to slide over.

The first time I heard his voice on TV, every word from his mouth curled like claws around my throat.

But what would someone like him want with someone like me? Would he even glance twice if we crossed paths in the darkened halls of the city?

And if by some twisted fate we collided... I mean if our scents tangled in the air, would he ever choose a filthy Omega? Would he claim me? And would he want to be with a fellow male?

I’m just a castaway. An Omega with no wolf. No home. No power.

And with all that, my body betrays me at the thought of him. I’ve whimpered in the dark, imagining his growl at my neck and his hand gripping my throat as I stroke myself with my slick fingers.

With each fantasy, I twitch like a bitch in heat.

“Jayden, are you coming with me or not? This might be your last chance,” Sophia called from outside the cracked wall, her voice echoing into the living room like the last rope out of hell.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and went.

She smiled softly when I stepped out like she pitied me but didn’t know how to say it without sounding cruel.

She’s another Omega in the pack. But unlike me, she has a wolf. She has a warm bed. A shitty but steady job. She has options.

I could curse my parents for siring me, for giving me nothing but shame and a broken bond. If I had a second chance at life, I would beg to be born as anything else.

Beta. Rogue. Even prey.

Sophia led me to the private hotel suite, a high-end place for higher-ranking wolves. The kind of place where Alphas came to eat, sleep, and do whatever they like with whoever dared to enter their territory.

We entered, and she took me straight to meet the manager. A man with ice-blue eyes and a voice slicker than oil. His gaze raked over me like I was meat. Just something to taste and toss.

I tried to grin, but my stomach knotted. I dropped my gaze quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

“Thank you,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

He leaned back in his leather seat with a smirk. “I’ll take him.”

Sophia turned and gave me a smile, warm enough to make my eyes sting.

As we walked down the hallway, Sophia explained the rules, though I barely heard any, until we reached the kitchen and tied on our aprons. The air inside was thick with the scents of herbs, roasted meats,