The Bully Alpha's Fake Alpha Mate (BL)-Chapter 61: FULLY MINE

REED

I watched Asher leave my room, he was limping slightly. My marks covered his skin and the bond between us was humming with satisfaction.

Mine. He was finally mine.

I’d spent months wanting him, months being driven insane by his defiance, months wondering what it would be like to make him submit, now I knew and it was better than I’d imagined.

The way he’d responded to me, the sounds he’d made and the way his body had accepted mine despite his protests.

Perfect, his body was perfect and made for me alone.

I sat on the edge of my bed and ran my hands through my hair. This should feel like victory. I’d claimed Asher, made him mine, gotten exactly what I wanted and the bond was feeding me his emotions as he walked back to his dorm. Fear, shame, self-hatred and underneath it all, devastation. He was completely broken and I’d done that to him but why do I feel sad instead of being happy. I should be rejoicing for conquering Asher but yet I feel sad and sort of broken.

I pushed the thought away, I stood up and walked to the window and watched students moving across campus below. They all knew I’d claimed an Omega during the run, they had watched me fight for them and had seen me drag my mate away from the clearing but none of them knew who and that was exactly how it needed to stay.

Asher’s secret gave me power, and complete control. He would do anything to keep people from finding out, he would submit to anything I demanded and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, I walked over and picked it up, and a groan escaped my lips when I saw the message was from Callum. I haven’t seen him all day since after the run.

Callum: Dude, everyone’s talking about last night. You claimed an Omega?

Me: Yes.

Callum: Holy shit, the great Reed Jackson finally claimed someone. Ridiculously insane. So tell me, who is it?

Me: None of your business.

Callum: Come on, man. Everyone saw you fight for them. Who’s your mate?

Me: Drop it, Callum.

Callum: Fine but people are going to keep asking and they’re going to keep trying to figure out who it is. You know how this place is.

He was right, the Academy thrived on gossip, on knowing everyone’s business and on exposing secrets. It wouldn’t take long before someone started putting pieces together, started noticing patterns and started questioning who was missing during the run, who came back looking wrecked and who smelled different but I’d make sure those pieces didn’t lead to Asher.

Me: Let them ask. They won’t get an answer.

Cal: You’re really not going to tell anyone?

Me: No.

Callum: Why not? You claimed your mate. That’s something to be proud of. Why hide them?

Because if people knew it was Asher Graham, everything would fall apart. The Academy didn’t allow Omegas and then Asher would be expelled, his scholarship revoked and his future destroyed, and I’d lose him.

The thought sent a spike of possessiveness through my chest that surprised me because losing Asher was the last thing on my Monday right now or my entire life.

Me: It’s complicated.

Callum: Everything with you is complicated. Just... be careful, Reed. Whatever you’re doing, whoever your mate is, make sure you’re not going to regret it.

Me: I won’t.

I turned off my phone and tossed it onto the bed.

Regret!? As if I could regret claiming Asher. Regret finally making him mine after months of wanting him. The bond pulsed in my chest. Asher’s emotions were calming slightly. He’d made it back to his room and was probably collapsing onto his bed, trying to process everything that had just happened.

I could feel his exhaustion through the connection, I could feel the ache in his body and I could feel the war happening inside him between his Omega instincts that wanted to return to me and his conscious mind that hated me.

Good, let him struggle, let him fight it and soon, eventually, he’d accept what he was and what we were.

My Omega. My mate. Mine.

I walked into my bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess, scratches covered my chest and back where Asher’s nails had dug in and my eyes were still dilated from the rut but the rut was fading now. The claiming had satisfied it temporarily.

I’d need him again soon. The bond would demand it. My wolf would demand it and Asher would come when I called because he had no choice.

I turned on the shower and stepped under the spray. This was going to be interesting. Keeping Asher’s secret while using him whenever I wanted. Maintaining the facade that nothing had changed between us while the bond tied us together.

People would notice eventually. The marks, the way Asher’s scent would start carrying hints of mine and the way he’d respond to my commands but by then, it would be too late. The bond would be too strong, Asher would be too far gone and I’d have complete control.

I finished my shower and got dressed, checked my phone. No messages from Asher not that I expected any but I could feel him through the bond. I could feel him lying in his bed, I could feel the moment his exhaustion finally won and he fell asleep.

Good, he needed rest because when I called for him again, I wasn’t going to be gentle.

I was going to remind him exactly who he belonged to and he was going to take it because he had no choice.

I sat at my desk and pulled out my laptop, I tried to focus on homework, on normal Academy things but my mind kept drifting back to Asher, to the sounds he’d made and to the way he’d looked when he finally submitted completely. The bond hummed with satisfaction in my chest.

Mine.

My phone buzzed again and my hand clenched into a fist when I saw who it was. His display picture had me boiling in anger.

Julian: Hey, you seen Asher? He’s not answering his phone and he missed our study session and you are the only one I can suspect to have done something to him. so, where is he?

My jaw clenched. Julian, that bastard, always hovering around Asher and always trying to protect him. He had more guts than Scott. A threat had Scott running with his tails behind his legs. He has always been weak but Julian was different. He didn’t fucking care about what I say and that annoys me.

Me: No, I haven’t seen him.

Julian: Weird, he never misses stuff without telling me. Are you sure you haven’t seen him or have you done something to him?

Me: I’m sure.

Julian: Okay. Well, if you do see him, tell him to call me.

I didn’t respond, Julian needed to back off. Asher was mine now, not his friend and not his study partner but mine and the sooner everyone understood that, the better.

Even if they didn’t know who my Omega mate was, they’d learn to stay away from them once I made it clear. I’d make sure of it.

The bond pulsed again. Asher was dreaming, I could feel the emotions shifting. Fear, confusion and underneath it all, want. He was dreaming about me, about what we’d done, and about what I’d made him feel.

This was perfect, even in sleep, he couldn’t escape me. I smiled and turned back to my laptop, this was just the beginning.

Asher thought this was the worst it could get, he thought I’d claimed him and that was it. He had no idea what I had planned, no idea how thoroughly I was going to own him but he’d learn soon enough.