LOGINTrigger Warning : This chapter contains mature scenes.. They Kissed like they were starved. Taiga's hands roamed, Dante's hands groped and touched everything and anything, like he would die if he didn't have a taste of the Luna in his arms, tongue trailing over every inch of his body, kisses dragged down his neck, fingers grabbing plush thighs until he was grinding and rutting like a crazed man. "Fuck, you smell good," he panted, grabbing a fistful of hair before swallowing the needy moans daring to escape from Taiga's lips. "I bet I taste good too," Taiga rasped out. The groan Dante let out was enough to send waves down his spine. Before he knew it, he was being picked up effortlessly and dropped onto the massive bed in front of him. He took in the sight of Taiga on his bed. It might not have been the first time he'd had him there, yet it still did something to him, the Luna on his bed was beautiful, hooded eyes staring up at him, waiting for his next touch, kiss, word, anything. H
Taiga slowly pushed the bedroom door open. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn halfway while soft golden light spilled across the expensive furniture. Everything smelled like Dante. Cedarwood, smoke, and something dark underneath it all. But Dante was not there. Taiga frowned slightly, stepping further into the room before a strange sound caught his attention. A harsh gargling sound. His eyes shifted toward the bathroom door. The sound came again, quieter this time, followed by the rush of running water. Taiga’s expression hardened instantly. Without thinking twice, he walked toward the bathroom and pushed the door open. Dante froze. One hand gripped the edge of the sink while the other hurriedly wiped at his mouth. Water still dripped from his lips,Taiga immediately noticed the faint streaks of red staining the white sink basin. And beside it. Bloodied tissues inside the waste bin. Dante’s eyes widened in shock the moment he saw him standing there. “
He looked the same, but he felt different. Sweat poured down his face, heavy breaths leaving his lips as he stared at himself in the mirror. He did not look much different from before. In fact, he looked exactly the same. But one thing was certain, Taiga felt like a completely different person. His mind drifted back to the conversation he had with Phoebe. Dante was slowly withering away. One of two things could happen now. Either he successfully broke the half bond they already shared, or Taiga finally admitted his feelings and completed it. “I love him,” he whispered aloud, the words sounding strange and heavy in the silence of the room. Now all that was left was saying it to Dante’s face. The drive to Dante’s house was painfully quiet. Tatsuya kept stealing quick glances at him from the driver’s seat, his fingers tapping lazily against the steering wheel while soft music played in the background. “Hey,” Tatsuya finally spoke, breaking the silence, “I’m sure whatever you’re ab
Linking with his Luna wasn’t supposed to be easy. Taiga knew that. Everyone always said it was the hardest thing a Luna could do, it wasn’t just physical, it was a complete surrender of self. Still, he hadn’t expected it to feel like this. He lay in bed, sheets twisted around his bare legs, his body slick with sweat. The room was hot heavy with his pheromones. Heat pulsed through every nerve, relentless waves of heat pounding his body as though trying to split him open from the inside. And yet, through it all, he forced himself to stay awake. Normally, when any secondary gender entered heat or rut, the primary gender slipped back, became dormant, letting the secondary drive the body until the cycle ended. It was nature’s way of surviving something so brutal. But for a Luna, things were different. If he wanted to truly link with his Luna, taking total control he needed to communicate between both parts of himself. He had to stay conscious through every burning second, endure the pa
Taiga had shock written boldly across his face. Was Dante dying?. “Do you love my son?” Phoebe asked, her sharp eyes fixed on him. “Apparently, he confides in my butler more than he does his own mother.” She gave a strained laugh. “Aoki says he confided in him one night. My son had asked what he would have done if the person he loves doesn’t love him back.” She sighed, her expression turning grim. Taiga’s eyes widened. He dragged his hands down his face, remembering that night, the silly game they’d played, the word that had sat at the tip of his tongue. He hadn’t wanted to spit it out, hadn’t wanted to let his Luna surrender so easily. “If the feelings I have are one-sided, then I’d love them more than anyone has ever loved them, even if it kills me. That was the reply that damned butler gave him,” Phoebe continued. She gave a short chuckle and shook her head in disdain. “Why? It's not a must to dominant, why is he so hell bent on making me submit?” Taiga asked, voice rough
Taiga had tried to drown himself in training. But no matter how many shots he took or how many sprints across the court he forced himself through, the weight on his chest only grew heavier. His thoughts were crowded with his pack issues, his broken relationship with his mates, none of it felt like something worth holding onto anymore. He was getting fed up. With a sharp curse, he shoved his phone into his pocket. “Fuck.” Running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, he stepped out of the gym and began heading home. His thoughts circled back to Dante, the press of strong fingers on his throat, the heat of rage in those dark blue eyes. And beneath it all, something Taiga couldn’t admit to anyone: the echo of how his body had reacted despite himself. “Ah, Mr. Renji. We meet again.” The voice made him stop. Phoebe Kurobane leaned casually against the fence. Her long coat fluttered lightly in the wind. Taiga scoffs . “The fuck? Are you stalking me?” “Yes. Looks like your lo
He slipped away from the group without much protest. Behind him, he heard soft murmurs trail in his wake, mostly compliments, a few guesses about his secondary gender, none of which bothered him. He’d heard worse. Much worse. He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes. As he moved through the party, he
Maya leaned on the sidelines of the court, towel draped around his shoulders, eyes fixed on Taiga. The afternoon sun was punishing, drenching everyone in sweat. Most of the team looked half-dead, dragging themselves through sprints and drills. But Taiga? Taiga moved like the heat didn’t touch him.
It had been two weeks since Maya saw Dante at the shoe store, and he still couldn’t sleep. He was still in love with Dante. That part wasn’t a mystery. The real problem? He was also in love with Taiga. He couldn’t choose. He didn’t want to. But trying to keep both in his heart felt like tryi
They were parked two blocks away, but Taiga didn’t move. He tilted his head, watching Maya with quiet concern. Most people misread Taiga at first glance. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and loud when he wanted to be, but he was also observant, painfully so. “You wanna tell me what that was?” he as







