The Bully Alpha's Fake Alpha Mate (BL)-Chapter 63: COMPLETE SUBMISSION

ASHER

The next three days were hell. Reed texted constantly.

Reed: Come to my room.

Reed: Meet me behind the library.

Reed: I’m in the study hall. Third floor. Now.

And I went, every single time because the alternative was exposure, expulsion and losing everything.

At least that’s what I told myself but the truth was becoming harder to ignore. The bond was getting stronger and with it, my body’s response to Reed’s commands.

I crave them now, craving his voice telling me what to do, craving the way my wolf instincts settled when I obeyed. It made me sick.

On Thursday, Reed texted me during Advanced Combat Theory.

Reed: Come to the equipment room. Back corner.

I stared at my phone. Professor John was mid-lecture. The room was packed.

Me: I’m in class.

Reed: I don’t care. You have two minutes.

My hands were shaking as I raised them.

"Professor John? Can I use the bathroom?"

He waved me off without looking up from his notes. I grabbed my bag and left and I felt eyes following me, I heard whispers starting because everyone knew now. They knew that when I left class suddenly, it was because Reed had called. They knew what that meant.

The equipment room was in the basement of the training building. It was dark, isolated and perfect for what Reed wanted.

He was waiting in the back corner, leaning against the wall and his arms crossed.

"You’re thirty seconds late," Reed said.

"I came as fast as I could—"

"Not fast enough." Reed pushed off the wall and stalked toward me. "When I call, you run. You don’t walk and you don’t make excuses. You just run to me."

"Reed, I can’t just—"

His hand shot out and grabbed my throat not hard enough to hurt but just hard enough to remind me who was in control.

"Yes, you can," Reed said quietly. "And you will because you’re mine. Say it."

"I’m yours." I said, even if my throat burned as I said it.

"Good." Reed’s hand slid from my throat to the back of my neck and pulled me closer. "Now get on your knees."

Shame flooded through me. "Reed, please. Not here. Someone could—"

"No one’s going to come down here during class. Now kneel."

My legs folded before I could stop them. The Omega instincts overriding my conscious mind and I knelt on the concrete floor. Staring up at Reed, hating myself and hating him. Reed’s hand threaded through my hair.

"That’s my good Omega."

The praise sent warmth through my chest and made the bond hum with satisfaction and I wanted to scream but I couldn’t because the sound of Reed unbuckling his trouser snapped me out of my thoughts just in time to see him free his cock and it sprang in front of me.

No matter how many times I have seen his cock, I still gasp at the sight of it.

"Open your mouth and take my cock in your mouth, Asher. Do it like you always do." I heard him say and I bobbed my head before taking in my mouth.

I swallowed it whole and began moving my head at a slow pace.

"Fuck!! That’s so good, Asher. Your mouth is so fuckinh warm. Fuck!" Reed groaned and I increased my pace. His hand grabbed my head as a painful gasp escaped my lips but that didn’t stop me from going in the same pace that made Reed moan louder than usual.

He began before his hips, thrusting into my mouth at a fast pace, his cock hitting the back of throat as hard, and I gulped down, each thrust making me gasp. Tears streamed down my eyes and Reed thrust hard as his orgasm built up.

With two thrust, he moaned out before shooting his sperms down my throat and I swallowed every bit of it, making sure I wasted no one to avoid his words.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and smiled.

"That was fucking great, Asher. Thank you, you can now go back to your class." Reed said while pulling his trousers up and without saying a word I walked out.

When I made it back to class fifteen minutes later, everyone stared. My hair was a mess, my lips were a mess and I’m sure I smelled like Reed.

Professor John didn’t even look at me as I slid back into my seat but Julian did though. His expression was a mixture of pity and anger.

I kept my eyes down for the rest of class.

Friday morning, Reed found me in the cafeteria. I was sitting alone, trying to eat breakfast and trying to pretend everything was normal. Reed sat down across from me without asking.

"You’re sitting at the wrong table," Reed said.

"I’m eating alone today." I answered

"No, you’re not." Reed’s eyes were hard. "You sit with me. Always. We’ve been over this."

"Reed, please. I just need some space—"

"You don’t get space. You get what I give you." Reed stood up. "Now move to my table."

I looked around and everyone was watching, waiting to see what I’d do. Through the bond, I could feel Reed’s irritation. His Alpha instincts demanded I submit, demanding I obey in front of everyone.

I grabbed my tray and followed him, sat down at his table while Callum and the others stared. Reed’s hand immediately found my thigh under the table. Possessive and claiming.

"Better," Reed said, then louder, to the table, "Graham’s sitting with us from now on. Does anyone have a problem with that?"

No one answered. Reed’s hand squeezed my thigh. "Eat your breakfast, Asher."

I picked up my fork with shaking hands.

This was my life now, public submission, public ownership, everyone watching as Reed claimed me over and over and I couldn’t fight back.

Saturday afternoon, I was in my dorm trying to study when Reed texted.

Reed: Open your door.

My stomach dropped and I walked to the door and opened it. Reed stood there, backpack over his shoulder and his expression neutral.

"I’m studying in your room today," Reed said. He walked past me without waiting for an invitation.

"Reed, my room that can’t and everyone would—"

"It can be, and I have checked, everyone would mind their business.." Reed dropped his bag on my desk. "Now we have the room to ourselves and everyone, completely silent."

"Why are you here?" I asked.

Reed turned to look at me. "Because I wanted to be, because I can be, because you’re mine and that means I can go wherever I want."

He sat on my bed and leaned back against the wall. "Come here."

I stayed by the door. "I need to study."

"You can study later. Come here."

"Reed—"

"Asher." His voice dropped into Alpha command. "Come. Here."

My feet moved, carried me across the room until I was standing in front of him.

Reed grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto the bed, positioning me between his legs with my back against his chest.

"There," Reed said, his arms wrapped around my waist. "Much better."

I sat there rigid and my whole body tense.

"Relax," Reed murmured against my ear. "I’m not going to hurt you."

"You are hurting me. Every day. With every command. With every—"

"With every touch?" Reed’s hand slid under my shirt. Traced patterns on my stomach. "With every time I make you feel good? That’s hurting you?"

I couldn’t answer because he was right. My body responded to his touch and craved it. Even when my mind was screaming to fight.

"I can feel what you’re feeling through the bond," Reed said quietly. "The self-loathing, and the shame but underneath it all? Want. You want this, Asher. You want me."

"That’s just the bond—"

"It’s not just the bond." Reed’s hand moved lower. "It’s you, the real you. The Omega you’ve been hiding and that Omega craves my dominance, craves my control and craves me."

His hand dipped below my waistband and I gasped. My head fell back against his shoulder.

"See?" Reed’s voice was dark and satisfied. "Your body knows what it needs. Even if your mind refuses to accept it."

After the sex, I lay against Reed’s chest. Both of us were breathing hard. His arms still wrapped around me and I realized something that made my stomach turn. I was comfortable here, in Reed’s arms, with his scent surrounding me and with the bond humming contentedly in my chest. I was more comfortable than that, I was happy. The thought made me want to vomit.

"What are you thinking?" Reed asked quietly.

"Nothing."

"Liar. I can feel your emotions through the bond. Something just shifted." Reed’s hand came to my chin and turned my face to look at him. "Tell me."

"I hate you," I said.

"I know."

"I hate that you’re doing this to me. That you’re controlling me. That you’re using my secret against me."

"I know that too." Reed’s thumb brushed across my lower lip. "What else?"

I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t admit the truth but Reed could feel it anyway. He could feel the realization spreading through me.

"You’re starting to like it," Reed said. It wasn’t a question. "You’re starting to crave my touch. My commands and my dominance."

"No—"

"Yes." Reed’s eyes searched mine. "And that terrifies you because it means you’re not fighting me anymore. It means you’re submitting, really submitting this time and not because I’m forcing you but because you want to."

Tears burned in my eyes. "I don’t want this."

"Your body says otherwise." Reed pulled me closer. "Your wolf says otherwise and soon, your mind will too. You’ll stop fighting and you’ll accept what you are. What we are."

"Never. I will never accept this, whatever this is."

"We’ll see." Reed’s hand slid into my hair. "Now rest. You’re exhausted."

I wanted to pull away, to fight and to prove him wrong but I was exhausted. Reed’s arms felt safe and the bond was singing with contentment. So I closed my eyes and hated myself for how right it felt.

That night, I lay in bed alone. Reed had left hours ago, back to his own dorm but I could still feel him through the bond. I could still smell him on my skin, I could still feel the ghost of his touch and I realized something that broke me completely.

I was looking forward to the next time he called. Looking forward to his hands on me. His voice commanded me and his body claiming mine. I was looking forward to it.

The self-loathing that crashed over me was overwhelming. I curled into a ball and bit my pillow to muffle the sobs.

What was wrong with me?

How could I want this? How could I crave the very thing that was destroying me?

But I did and Goddess help me, I did.

My phone buzzed.

Reed: I can feel you crying through the bond. Stop torturing yourself.

Me: Leave me alone.

Reed: Never. You’re mine, Asher. The sooner you accept that, the easier this gets.

Me: I’ll never accept it.

Reed: Yes, you will. Because you already are. I can feel it. You’re starting to crave me. Starting to need me. Starting to look forward to my touch.

My hands were shaking.

Reed: Sleep well, my Omega. I’ll see you tomorrow.

I threw my phone across the room but the damage was done.Reed knew.

He knew I was breaking, he knew I was starting to want this, he knew I was losing the fight and there was nothing I could do to stop it.