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Chapter 43: Escape!

Chapter 43: Escape!

But he hadn’t done anything wrong.

And yet, here he was, being dragged away as if he had.

His nails dug into his palms.

Raphael had never disobeyed an Alpha before.

And yet.

And yet.

His feet refused to move.

His voice stayed silent.

His body was frozen.

Why?

He wanted to stop it.

Wanted to step forward, to interfere.

But the instincts drilled into him since birth were too strong.

The years of submitting—of obeying without question—were too deeply ingrained.

So he stood there.

Watching Riven struggle.

Watching his tail lash behind him in fury.

Watching Ronan’s shoulders tense as if he were holding himself back from doing something even worse.

Raphael’s hands trembled.

He wanted to help.

He wanted to move.

But he couldn’t.

It would take him a little longer to break free from the chains wrapped around him since birth.

Riven barely had time to curse before his back slammed against the rough bark of a tree. The impact sent a dull ache down his spine, but his rage burned hotter than any pain.

"You absolute bastard—"

Before he could finish, Ronan’s mouth crashed against his.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful.

It was wild, angry, possessive—like Ronan was trying to devour him whole.

Riven’s hands flew up, pushing hard against Ronan’s chest, but the Alpha was unmoved.

Ronan’s fangs scraped against his bottom lip, demanding access, demanding submission—but Riven was not in the mood.

He snarled against Ronan’s mouth and bit down hard, sinking his teeth into the Alpha’s lower lip.

Ronan hissed, but it only seemed to provoke him further.

"Fucking—"

He yanked Riven closer, crushing their bodies together, trapping him between solid muscle and unyielding wood.

Riven’s chest heaved, his heart racing in his throat, but he wasn’t some weak thing to be handled like this.

His nails dug into Ronan’s shoulders, clawing, scratching, desperate to make him let go.

Ronan only growled against his lips, the sound deep, primal, sending a shudder down Riven’s spine despite himself.

"Stop," Riven snapped, voice muffled against Ronan’s insistent, feverish kisses.

"Then stop fighting me," Ronan shot back, his grip tightening on Riven’s hips as he pressed harder, deeper, rougher.

Riven turned his head sharply, breaking the kiss, his breath ragged, furious.

"Get off."

Ronan’s jaw clenched, his breathing heavy, his body still caging Riven in.

Riven’s eyes burned, his chest tight with frustration.

Ronan wasn’t stupid.

He wasn’t blind.

He could smell that Riven wasn’t in the mood, that he was still pissed beyond belief.

And yet, here he was, forcing his presence on him, trying to dominate, to control.

It was infuriating.

"You think you can just do whatever you want?" Riven sneered, his voice sharp as a blade.

Ronan’s eyes darkened, his grip loosening just slightly.

"No," he admitted. "But I don’t want you looking at him like that."

Riven froze.

For a split second, the anger flickered into something else.

Something dangerous.

"You’re jealous."

Ronan’s silence was enough of an answer.

Riven’s words hung in the air, thick with anger and resentment. His chest heaved, his hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms hard enough to sting.

"I’m not someone you can just use and abandon, Ronan!" He spat, his voice sharp and cutting deep. "What gives you the right to be jealous?"

Ronan didn’t respond.

Because he couldn’t.

Because Riven was right.

Riven had every reason to be furious. Ronan had been the one to pull away first, to avoid him, to push him aside like he was something insignificant.

And yet, here he was, jealous.

Like a possessive, selfish bastard.

His silence was damning.

And Riven? Oh, Riven was seething.

His body tensed, his breathing uneven, and then—

A sudden rush of pheromones exploded into the air.

The surge was so strong, so overpowering, that Ronan’s entire body stiffened before his knees suddenly buckled.

Riven’s eyes widened.

"Shit—!"

Ronan collapsed, falling forward, and Riven instinctively caught him, his arms wrapping around the Alpha’s heavy frame just in time.

Ronan’s weight dragged him down slightly, but Riven managed to lower him carefully, easing him against the tree trunk.

"Hey—hey, don’t just pass out on me, asshole."

He patted Ronan’s face, his voice laced with urgency, but Ronan’s head rolled slightly to the side, his body completely limp.

Unconscious.

Riven stared at him, then exhaled sharply, frustration evident on his face.

"Seriously? You’re supposed to be this big, scary Alpha, and you’re out cold ’cause of a little pheromone burst?"

He was half-expecting Ronan to wake up and get angry at him but nothing happened.

Riven sighed, rubbing his temples, but before he could figure out his next move, a familiar presence approached.

He snapped his head up just as Raphael came into view.

Riven’s ears twitched, fully expecting Raphael to attack.

Because this? This looked bad.

It looked like he’d taken out the Alpha.

And yet, Raphael just stared at him.

Then, he spoke.

"Run."

Riven froze.

His ears flicked, as if trying to confirm he had heard correctly.

Raphael wanted him to leave?

To escape?

For a brief moment, Riven’s instincts warred against his logic. This was... Unexpected. Should he trust it?

But then again, he had planned to run away anyway.

So, he did.

He nodded, a slow grin spreading across his face. He knew Raphael was alright!

And before he could stop himself, he rushed forward, pulling Raphael into a hug.

Raphael stiffened immediately, his entire body going rigid as if he’d just been attacked instead.

Riven leaned in, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss against his cheek.

A soft, barely-there touch.

A goodbye.

And with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Riven whispered, "I won’t be able to tease you anymore."

Then, just like that—

He turned and ran.

He ran away from his stupid family, his stupid step-brother who first humiliated him and was now obsessed with him, away from this indecisive Alpha who could not be bothered to commit!

He was going to go to a new place and find a new man.

Sure, he did not have any survival skills, but who needs that when you have a pretty face? He was just going to find himself a sugar daddy!