Crazy Mating: Daddy Alphas On My Bed

Chapter 2

SAVANNA

Kaden’s voice wrapped around my name like dark velvet, low and commanding.

“Savanna.”

I stood frozen at the checkout with arms overflowing with s*x toys that suddenly felt ten times heavier. The thick knotted dildo, the vibrating wand, the tail plug, the n****e clamps- everything was on full display.

My face burned so hot I thought I might actually combust. Please, ground, open up and swallow me.

He strode over with that powerful, predatory grace only alpha wolves possessed. The scent of him hit me first- leather, pine, and something darker, more masculine and undeniably Kaden. My father-in-law.

Christian’s father. The man who had barely spoken more than a few stiff sentences to me in three years of marriage.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” he demanded. His voice was rough and eyes flicked once more to the obscene pile in my arms before locking back on my face. His jaw was tight, a storm brewing behind those icy eyes.

“I-I forgot to check it,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. My throat felt dry. “I’m sorry, I was… distracted.”

Leah stood beside me with mouth half-open in shock. I could feel her staring between us, piecing things together.

Kaden didn’t wait for more explanation. He pulled out his black card and handed it to the cashier with calm authority. “Ring it all up.”

My eyes widened. “Kaden, no- you don’t have to-”

“It’s done.” His tone left no room for argument and I bit my lower lip to stay silent. The cashier scanned everything quickly, her cheeks pink as she bagged the toys.

When Kaden took the heavy bag and handed it back to me, our fingers brushed. Electricity shot up my arm straight to my core. I clutched the bag against my chest like a shield, but it only pressed the hard shape of the dildo against my breasts, making my n*****s tighten traitorously.

He turned to me, voice low. “Come home with me. Now.”

I nodded mutely, too mortified to protest. My legs felt shaky as I turned to Leah and leaned close to whisper. “That’s… that’s Christian’s dad. Kaden. I have to go.”

Leah’s eyes went huge. “Holy s**t, Sav. Your father-in-law? The one who looks like s*x and danger- Good luck, babe. Text me later.” She gave my arm a supportive squeeze, but I could see the wild curiosity burning in her gaze.

I followed Kaden out of the store on trembling legs and the bag of toys rustled loudly with every step. The afternoon sun felt too bright on my flushed skin.

He held the passenger door of his sleek black SUV open for me as his massive frame towering over mine. I slid in and felt the leather seat cool against my thighs. The door shut with a heavy click, sealing me inside with him.

The ride started in suffocating silence. Kaden’s scent filled the space - rich, woody, with that underlying alpha musk that made my wolf stir restlessly.

I clutched the bag of s*x toys in my lap like it was a bomb, hyper-aware of every item inside. My thighs pressed together, but it only made the growing wetness between them more noticeable.

My panties were soaked while shame and heat twisted together in my stomach.

It’s just the Haze coming, I told myself desperately, staring out the window.

My body is preparing. That’s all. It has nothing to do with him. He’s my husband’s father. Christian’s dad.

But my mind betrayed me. Images flooded of …. Kaden’s big hands replacing Christian’s, pinning me down. That stern mouth ordering me to spread my legs while he tested every toy I’d just bought.

Him growling my name as he knotted me deep and filled the aching emptiness the upcoming Haze would bring. I imagined him bending me over the hood of this very car, yanking my dress up and-

Stop it, Savanna!

I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the throbbing between my legs. The movement made the bag crinkle, drawing Kaden’s sharp glance. His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel.

“You bought quite the collection,” he said, voice dangerously low. There was an edge to it- anger?

My face burned. “It was for… for Christian. For our trip. I wanted to… surprise him.” The words tumbled out weak and unconvincing.

Kaden made a rough sound in his throat, almost a growl. “Christian isn’t here right now.”

The tension in the car thickened until I could barely breathe. Every inhale dragged more of his scent into my lungs. My n*****s ached against my bra. I was painfully aware of how my full breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath and how my curvy thighs looked pressed together in the passenger seat.

The conservative good-girl part of me was screaming in horror, but the hidden slutty side- the one I’d buried deep, was waking up and purring at the dominance radiating off the man beside me.

I stole a glance at his profile. Strong jaw, silver threading through dark hair and powerful shoulders. At forty he was even more devastating than men half his age. The kind of alpha who could break you and make you thank him for it.

He’s not for you. He’s family.

I scolded myself and brushed off the thoughts. The car finally slowed and stopped in front of the sprawling family villa. I reached for the door handle, desperate to escape the suffocating heat.

“Wait.” Kaden’s hand landed on my thigh, heavy and warm. The touch seared through the thin fabric of my dress. I froze and immediately a whimper caught in my throat.

He pulled his hand back slowly, as if it pained him. His expression was grim. “There’s something you need to know, Savanna.” My heart hammered.

“What is it?”

Kaden turned fully toward me, those intense eyes pinning me in place. He looked somewhat nervous-

“Christian’s plane crashed on the way back from handling the rival packs.”

The world tilted.

The bag of s*x toys slid from my lap onto the floor. All the filthy thoughts, the aching arousal, the nervous shame- it all shattered under a wave of pure horror.

“He’s missing. No body has been found, but… there’s a traitor inside our pack. Someone sabotaged it.”

“Missing?” My voice cracked. Tears burned my eyes instantly. “No… Christian… he can’t be-”

Kaden’s hand returned, this time cupping the side of my face as his thumb brushed away the first tear that spilled. The gentleness in such a dominant man only made the pain sharper.

My husband was missing-