THE ALPHA’S ABOMINATION: BOUND TO MY STEPDAD

I’ve wanted to f**k my stepdad from the second I laid eyes on him. I was fifteen, fatherless, and tired of being bullied for it. To make things worse, I was wolfless—a total outcast—until my fifteenth birthday changed everything. That was the day my mom introduced me to Alpha Collins and told me they were getting married. The moment our eyes met, I was gone. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. When I started calling him "Daddy," everyone thought I was just some happy kid thrilled to finally have a father. They had no idea. I didn't want a parent; I wanted him buried deep inside me. I wanted him to hold me tight and f**k my brains out. Now I’m twenty, and I’ve spent every day making sure everyone knows I’m finally an adult. I’m ringing it in their ears, waiting for the moment my Alpha daddy finally notices what’s right in front of him. But still, nothing. My Alpha daddy didn’t even glance at me, not even after he caught me in just my panties and a bra so tight my boobs were practically popping out of it. He just closed the door with a cold apology. I was exhausted from the waiting—and so f*****g horny for him it hurt. I overheard my mother complaining to him about me not "wolfing out" yet. She doesn't get it. I know the only way my wolf is ever coming out is if my Alpha daddy pins me to the bed and uses that massive c**k to trigger my shift. I’ve started stalking him around the house. One morning, I caught him coming out of the shower with only a towel around his waist. He looked majestic, water dripping down his hard chest, and then the towel slipped. Seeing him fully exposed—seeing how huge he really was—sent my head spinning. I was already picturing myself on my knees, taking every inch of him, when a voice snapped me back to reality. "Bella!" I looked over at my best friend. She was already dressed, her t**s looking huge and round in a dress that left nothing to the imagination. A surge of jealousy hit me. Maybe if mine were that big, my Alpha daddy would have f****d me by now. "What are you even thinking about?" she asked, pacing the room. "We’re going to be late for the party." I stood up and headed for the bathroom. Bella had decided we were celebrating my twentieth birthday at the club, and tonight, I wasn't planning on being ignored. Stella was the one who insisted on celebrating my twentieth at a club. My mother had traveled back to her hometown for a month to attend a childhood friend’s funeral, but I didn’t care about her being gone. I was just miserable because my Alpha daddy hadn't been home since the day she left. I’d been rattling around that big house alone, which is why Stella had been staying with me for the last few days. It was my birthday, and I felt like a ghost in my own home. None of them were there for me. By 8 PM, Stella and I were heading for the door when the air in the room shifted. I smelled him before I saw him—sandalwood and musk. My heart hammered against my ribs. He was back. "Bella," he said. His voice was a low growl that vibrated right through my skin. He stepped into my space, looming over me, and held out a small box. I reached for it, making sure my fingers dragged slowly across his palm. The contact was electric. A sharp, wet heat bloomed between my thighs, and my knees turned to water. I wanted to sink to the floor right there and crawl toward him. "Happy birthday, Bella," he whispered. He gave me a warm smile, but his eyes stayed dark, unreadable. I was drowning in them until Stella’s loud, annoying throat-clear snapped the tension. "Good evening, Alpha Collins," she chirped, practically preening for him. He broke eye contact with me to look at her, and the sudden coldness made me want to scream. "Hey," he said, his gaze raking over our skimpy outfits. "Are you girls going out?" I opened my mouth to tell him I’d rather stay here and let him ruin me, but Stella was already dragging me toward the door. "Yes! We’re hitting the club!" she giggled. Damn it. My mother was gone for a month. The house was supposed to be ours. My body aching and empty, wondering how much longer I could play the "good daughter" before I snapped. "Alright. Enjoy yourselves, girls," he said, dismissive as he walked past us. Stella dragged me toward the door while I groaned, looking back at him one last time. The club was a blur of neon lights and deafening bass. I sat at the bar, nursing a drink and picturing the way Alpha Collins had looked at me earlier. I was lost in the memory of his scent when a guy stumbled over, his presence foul and uninvited. He leaned in, sniffing my neck. "You smell good," he muttered, his hands sliding onto my waist. I cringed, his touch feeling like ice compared to the heat I wanted. I tried to pull away, my head spinning from the drink, and nearly lost my footing. He caught me, pulling me closer than I wanted. "Hey, be careful." "Let go of me," I snapped, pushing him off. I scanned the crowd for Stella and found her draped over some guy, her mouth busy against his. "Stella!" I shouted. She pulled back, her eyes glassy and her lips swollen. "What’s the problem, Bella?" "I’m going home." "But it’s your birthday!" she pouted, looking concerned. "Aren't you having fun?" "No. I’m done." I saw her start to get up to follow me, and I panicked. I didn't want her there. I wanted the house—and him—to myself. "Stay. Enjoy the party. I just need to sleep it off." I didn't wait for her to argue. I sprinted out into the night. By the time I reached the house, the sky had opened up, drenching me in a cold downpour. The lights were low, and the silence was deafening. "Daddy?" I called out, my voice echoing. No answer. A wave of misery hit me—he was gone again. I stripped off my soaked clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away the smell of the club, but I couldn't wash away the ache in my chest. I stepped out, shivering, and wrapped a small towel around my damp skin. "What a shitty birthday," I sighed. Then, I saw it—the box he’d given me sitting on my vanity. I opened it with trembling fingers to find a delicate, heart-shaped necklace. My heart leaped. He did care. I turned to the mirror, trying to clasp the tiny latch, but my fumbling fingers caused the towel to slip. It pooled at my feet, leaving me completely exposed. I didn't even have time to reach for it before a deep, familiar voice cut through the room. "You're home." I froze. I turned slowly to find Alpha Collins standing in the doorway. He wasn't looking away. His gaze was locked onto my naked body, heavy and dark with a hunger I’d never seen before. The cold breeze from the hallway hit my n*****s, making them ache and harden instantly. My legs went weak as the silence between us turned thick enough to swallow me whole.