10 Dates with Mr. Alpha (MXM)

Chapter 12

Hi everyone!

Here's Chapter Eleven – Sixth Date: After the Storm from 10 Dates with Mr. Alpha. After the explosive bond under the full moon, the aftermath begins. The emotional high lingers, but reality creeps back in—and the sixth date must still be faced, even now as mates.

BTW, we're nearing the end of this journey—can you believe we're already on the 6th date with only 4 more to go? Thank you so much for sticking with 10 Dates with Mr. Alpha. Your support means the world to me.

I'm thrilled to announce that I'll be starting a new werewolf BL story titled "Howl for Me, My Rogue." It's going to be full of raw emotions, forbidden tension, and intense mate-bonding between a rogue alpha and a wounded omega.

I hope you'll love and support this new book just as fiercely as you have this one. Let's keep howling together 💙🐺

With love,
Azela

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Chapter Eleven
Sixth Date: After the Storm

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The sun peeked through the forest canopy, gold light slicing between the leaves and dappling the forest floor where they lay. Dew clung to their skin. The ground was soft with moss and the fading evidence of their night—sweat, bite marks, and dried heat-slick where their bodies had made promises that no vow could match.

Kiel stirred first.

His body ached—in a good way. He didn't move immediately, just breathed in the scent of the man still knotted inside him, their skin pressed flush, chests rising together. Ronan's scent was stronger now, richer, saturated with something that didn't exist before.

Mated.

Kiel should have been overwhelmed. Scared. He wasn't.

He was... still.

Whole.

Ronan groaned beneath him, slowly blinking awake. "Fuck. That wasn't a dream?"

Kiel chuckled, breath warm on Ronan's neck. "If it was, we both need therapy."

Ronan smiled, soft and wrecked. "You okay?"

Kiel sat up, wincing slightly as Ronan's softened knot slipped free with a wet sound that made them both pause.

"Yeah," Kiel whispered, wiping at the slick between his legs and thighs with a leaf, then giving up. "I'm... full of you. In every way."

Ronan sat up too, gaze still dark and hungry even through the exhaustion. "Good. Because I meant all of it."

"I know," Kiel said, then after a pause, "Me too."

They were quiet again, letting the moment breathe.

Until Kiel cleared his throat. "So... this was our fifth date?"

Ronan snorted. "That was at least ten rounds. I think we skipped ahead."

"No way." Kiel grinned. "We agreed to ten dates. Not ten fucks. You still owe me a sixth."

Ronan laughed and dragged a hand through his tangled hair. "Damn. You're serious."

Kiel stood, naked and unabashed, stretching in the morning light. The marks on his neck, chest, and thighs were brutal—bite marks, scratches, handprints. And Ronan couldn't look away.

"Yeah, I'm serious. Take me out," Kiel said, glancing over his shoulder. "But this time, maybe not in a cave."

"Where do you want to go?"