The Bully Alpha's Fake Alpha Mate (BL)-Chapter 28: THE AGGRESSION

REED

I was losing my fucking mind that was the only explanation for what was happening to me.

I sat in my room with the windows open to let in the cool night air and I tried to focus on anything other than the gnawing, desperate need eating me alive from the inside out.

My leg bounced, stopped, and started again. My fingers drummed against my thigh in restless patterns I couldn’t control. Every thought circled back to him Asher Graham, and his scent that made my mouth water and my cock ache.

I’d been through ruts before, this wasn’t my first one. I knew the signs, the increased aggression, the heightened senses, the primal need to claim and dominate and possess but this was different.

My wolf paced under my skin, a constant presence that made me want to tear out of my own body. He wanted us to find Asher, track him down, pin him against a wall and make him submit. Make him admit he was mine.

Mine.

The word pulsed through my head on repeat. An obsessive chant that made my jaw clench and my hands curl into fists. I ran my hands through my hair, fingers tangling in the strands until my scalp stung.

The pain helped, it grounded me for maybe three seconds before the need came roaring back, and yet here I was, completely fixated on someone who’d done nothing but challenge me since the day he arrived.

It made no sense.

I’d been attracted to people before. I had fucked plenty of willing Omegas and Alphas over the years but it had always been physical, transactional, and a way to satisfy needs without any emotional baggage.

This was nothing like that, this was an obsession. It was so deep that it made my chest feel too tight when I thought about him. My pulse kicked up, heat crawled up my neck and settled in my cheeks like I was some inexperienced kid instead of the Alpha who ran this Academy.

It has gotten even more worse, especially now, with my rut approaching.

I could feel it building. My skin felt too sensitive, like even the soft cotton of my t-shirt was scratching me raw. Every smell was sharper, and more vivid. The pine scent from the open window, the faint musk of my own sweat, the lingering trace of Asher’s scent that I’d somehow carried back to my room after cornering him in the hallway.

The full moon was next Friday, eight days away which meant my rut would hit hard in about six or seven days, and right before the mandatory transformation. Perfect fucking timing.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the photos I’d... acquired... of Asher over the past few weeks.

I wasn’t proud of it, having people photograph him without his knowledge was creepy and possessive and exactly the kind of behavior I’d always despised in others but I couldn’t help myself.

In the first picture, Asher is in the training yard, mid-strike, all grace and controlled power. Second picture, Asher in the library, head bent over a book, platinum hair falling into his eyes. Third picture, Asher walking across campus with Scott, laughing at something, and his face lit up with genuine joy.

That last one made my chest squeeze, and my throat went tight. Something hot and bitter churned in my stomach.

I zoomed in on his face, studying every detail. The sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. Those impossibly blue eyes that haunted my dreams, and that scent.

I’d noticed it from the beginning, that underlying sweetness that was off for his Alpha presentation. At first, I’d thought it was just unique to him. Some Alphas had sweeter scents than others but lately, it had been getting stronger, and more pronounced especially when he was near me.

My wolf perked up at the thought, eager and hungry which made my cock twitch in my sweatpants.

Find him, caim him, fuck him and make him ours.

I shoved the phone away and stood up. I started pacing, my room which is big now suddenly felt too small, and the walls were closing in. I needed to move, I needed to burn off this energy somehow before I did something stupid. This was getting dangerous.

I’d cornered Asher in the hallway earlier, and it had taken every ounce of my control not to pin him against the wall and fuck him right there. The way he’d smelled, sweet, scared and aroused had made my mouth water. It made my cock so hard it hurt and when I put my mouth on his neck, and felt his pulse racing under my lips...

My cock stiffened just thinking about it. Blood rushed so fast it made me dizzy.

Fuck.

I looked down at the obvious bulge in my sweatpants, straining against the fabric. It was already leaking, and I could feel the wet spot forming.

This constant state of arousal was driving me insane. I’ve been hard more in the past week than in my entire life. Every thought of Asher, every memory of his scent, his defiance, the way his body had felt pressed against mine sent blood rushing fast and made my balls ache.

I stripped off my shirt, tossing it aside, the cool air hit my overheated skin but did nothing to calm me down. I shoved my sweatpants down, kicking them off.

My cock sprang free, flushed dark and already leaking precum. Thick and hard and throbbing with every heartbeat.

I wrapped my hand around it, squeezing the base, and a groan tore from my throat, raw and desperate, and the worst part was that it was never enough but it was all I had.

I started stroking, my other hand braced against the wall, fingers splaying wide. The muscles in my arm tensed, trembling with the effort of holding myself up as images of Asher flooded my mind.

Asher on his knees in front of me, those blue eyes looking up at me with defiance even as I pushed my cock between his lips.

Asher bent over my desk, hands white-knuckled on the edge, back arching as I fucked into him from behind.

Asher underneath me, legs wrapped around my waist, head thrown back, throat exposed and vulnerable as I claimed him over and over.

My hand moved faster, and rougher. My breathing turned harsh. Sweat broke out across my chest, my forehead, my thighs tensed, and muscles coiling tight.

I imagined what he’d sound like. Would he moan or whimper or beg?

Goddess, I wanted him to beg, I wanted to hear him say my name while I made him come apart. I wanted to feel him tighten around my cock as I filled him with my knot.

The thought of knotting Asher made me groan. My hips jerked forward, fucking into my fist. My hand worked frantically now, thumb swiping over the head of my cock, spreading the precum that leaked steadily.

I could see it so clearly, Asher’s face flushed with pleasure, pupils blown wide, his body trembling as my knot swelled inside him, locking us together. Mine. Completely and utterly mine.

"Fuck," I gasped. My voice came out strangled, and desperate. "Asher—"

In my mind, he was crying out my name. Clawing at my back, leaving marks I’d wear with pride, and begging me not to stop, begging me for more.

I’d mark him, bite down on that perfect throat and leave my claiming mark for everyone to see. Make sure every Alpha at this Academy knew exactly who he belonged to.

My orgasm built rapidly. Pleasure coiled tight at the base of my spine, wound tighter and tighter until I could barely breathe.

I thought about that sweet scent of his. How it would get stronger when he was aroused, and how it would smell mixed with my own scent after I’d claimed him thoroughly.

How he’d look covered in my cum, marked inside and out.

The image sent me over the edge, and I came hard. Cum spurted over my hand and stomach, my whole body shuddering with the force of it. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. My knees buckled, and I braced harder against the wall, my forearm taking my weight as I worked myself through it. Asher’s name fell from my lips in a broken whisper, almost a prayer.

For a moment, I just stood there. My forehead pressed against the cool wall. My chest heaving, and sweat cooling on my skin but even as the aftershocks faded, the ache remained.

My cock was still half-hard, and still wanting. The orgasm had barely taken the edge off. If anything, it made the need worse because now I knew that nothing was going to satisfy me except the real thing.

Nothing except Asher himself.

I looked down at the mess I’d made. Cum on my skin, sticky between my fingers. Frustration surged through me, hot and vicious. My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. This wasn’t enough. My hand wasn’t enough, and fantasy wasn’t enough.

I needed him, I needed to touch him, taste him, and claim him. I needed to make him mine in every way that mattered.

My wolf howled in agreement. The sound echoed through my skull, making my vision blur for a second.

Go find him, track him down and take what was ours. My wolf said but I couldn’t because no matter how badly I want this, forcing myself on an Alpha isn’t part of who I am.

I cleaned myself up, but my hands were shaking. My cock was already starting to harden again just from thinking about Asher. The head was oversensitive, making me hiss when I wiped it clean.

This was only going to get worse with each day that passed, with each hour that brought me closer to my rut, the need would get stronger until I was nothing but raw instinct and hunger. Until I couldn’t control myself anymore.

I pulled my sweatpants back on, but the fabric felt restrictive, every seam seemed to scrape against my sensitized skin. I wanted to tear them off, wanted to tear everything off.

Everything felt too tight, too confining, and my wolf wanted out. It wanted to hunt, and wanted to claim.

A knock on my door made me flinch, and my whole body went rigid.

"Come in," I called. My voice came out rougher than usual, almost a growl.

Callum entered, his expression concerned. "You okay, man? You’ve been holed up in here for hours."

"I’m fine." I answered sharply.

"You’re not fine." Callum closed the door behind him and leaned against it. "You’re going into rut, Reed. We can all smell it, and you’re fixating on Asher Graham."

My shoulders tensed. Heat crawled up my neck. "I’m not fixating—"

"Yes, you are." Callum’s voice was gentle but firm. "You can barely take your eyes off him. You’re tracking his movements, and you threatened Scott for talking to him. You’re having him followed, for fuck’s sake."

"I’m keeping tabs on a potential threat."

"Bullshit." Callum moved closer, his Beta instincts kicking in, trying to calm, and trying to ground. "This isn’t about him being a threat. This is about something else. Something you won’t admit."

"There’s nothing to admit." I lied.

"Reed." Callum sat down on the edge of my bed. "We’ve been friends since we were kids. I know you, and I’ve never seen you like this. Not over anyone."

I wanted to argue, I wanted to deny it but my mouth opened, and closed with not a word leaving my lips. My hands curled into fists at my sides but what was the point? Callum could see right through me anyway.

"I don’t understand it," I admitted quietly. My voice came out strained. "He’s... infuriating, stubborn, hard headed, and refuses to submit. Everything about him annoys me."

"But it doesn’t."

"No." I laughed, but the sound was bitter and harsh. "It makes me want him more. It makes me want to break him and possess him and—" I stopped, and ran my hands through my hair again, tugging hard enough to hurt. "And I can’t stop thinking about him, I can’t stop wanting him, and it’s driving me insane."

"Have you considered that maybe he’s your—"

"Don’t." I cut him off. My voice came out harder than I meant. "Don’t say it."

Callum held up his hands. "Okay but you need to think about what you’re going to do because your rut is going to hit hard, and when it does, you’re not going to be able to control yourself around him."

"I know."

"And the full moon run is the same week. If you’re in rut during the transformation—"

"I know," I said again, more forcefully. My jaw clenched, and my teeth ground together. If I was in rut during the mandatory full moon run, my wolf would hunt Asher relentlessly. It would chase him through those woods until I caught him, and then...

The thought made my cock throb again. Heat pooled low in my belly, and my breathing quickened.

Fuck. Even just talking about it was getting me worked up again.

"You need to talk to him," Callum said. "Before it gets to that point. Figure out what this is."

"He hates me."

"Are you sure about that?" Callum gave me a knowing look. "Because from where I’m sitting, he seems just as confused about this as you are."

I thought about the way Asher’s heart raced when I was near. The rapid flutter I could feel when I pressed close to him. The way he got hard when I touched him, and the way his scent turned sweeter when we were close, almost syrupy.

Maybe Callum was right, maybe Asher was fighting the same pull I was.

"The full moon is in eight days," I said. "I’ll figure it out before then."

"And if you don’t?"

I met Callum’s gaze. My pulse kicked up, and my hands flexed at my sides. "Then Asher Graham is going to find out exactly what it means to be mine."