CLAIMED BY MY FORBIDDEN ALPHA STEP FATHER

Chapter 10: The Rivals' Arrival

The boardroom was a slaughterhouse of blood, broken glass, and the heavy scent of raw s*x. Alexander stood over the bodies of the two rival alphas he had torn apart with his bare hands, his massive frame still partially shifted, silver fur rippling across his powerful shoulders and chest. His c**k hung heavy between his thighs, still semi-hard and glistening with my juices and multiple loads of his c*m. I was a complete mess — blouse torn open, breasts exposed and covered in his marks, skirt bunched uselessly around my waist, thighs soaked with his seed leaking steadily from my well-f****d, still-gaping p***y. The fresh mate mark on my neck throbbed with every heartbeat, sending constant waves of dark, addictive pleasure straight to my core.

He turned to me, silver eyes glowing with lethal satisfaction and lingering rut. “You fought like my true Luna,” he growled, voice rough. He grabbed me by the throat and pulled me close, kissing me savagely, tongue dominating my mouth as he tasted the mix of blood and s*x on my lips. His large hand slid between my legs, fingers pushing some of the leaking c*m back inside my sensitive p***y. “But the real war is just starting. Your mother has brought an army.”

The elevator dinged. More rivals poured out with Mother at the front, her face twisted with jealous rage. “She is my daughter!” she screamed. “Not your w***e to knot in the boardroom like a common slut!”

The rival alphas — four this time — locked eyes on my marked, c*m-covered body with pure, rapey hunger. “The Blessed Luna Rising,” one snarled. “Give her to us or we take her by force. She belongs to a real pack.”

Alexander’s roar shook the walls. He shifted further, massive and terrifying, and launched himself at them. The fight exploded in a blur of claws, fangs, and blood. I felt my own wolf surge beside him. Golden light flared from my body as I lunged at the nearest rival, my claws slashing across his chest and drawing blood. The power was intoxicating. I was no longer the scared intern. I was awakening.

Alexander tore through two of them with brutal efficiency, bones cracking under his fists. I took down another, my new strength surprising even me. Mother tried to grab me, but Alexander slammed her against the wall, fangs bared.

“You tried to sell my mate for power,” he snarled. “For that alone you will suffer.”

The last rival lunged for me. Alexander intercepted him, ripping his throat out in one savage motion. The boardroom was silent except for the sound of our heavy breathing and the dripping of blood.

He turned to me, eyes feral with lust and victory. He lifted me onto the blood-stained table, spread my legs wide, and slammed his massive c**k back into my dripping p***y in one powerful thrust. I screamed, the stretch almost too much after everything, but my body welcomed him greedily.

“Take every inch,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. The table creaked violently under the force. My breasts bounced wildly with every brutal thrust. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, f*****g me like the beast he was while the bodies of our enemies lay around us.

“This is what you do to your Alpha stepfather,” he snarled, voice feral. “Walking around the office leaking my c*m, smelling like a claimed mate. I’m going to knot you again right here in the blood of those who tried to take you from me.”

The knot swelled fast. Each thrust stretched me wider. I came violently around him, walls spasming and milking his c**k as golden Luna light exploded from my body. My claws shredded the table. Partial shift surged stronger — silver fur flickering across my shoulders and thighs, fangs dropping, senses sharpening until I could hear every panicked heartbeat in the building.

Alexander roared and slammed deep. The massive knot popped inside, locking us together in exquisite agony and pleasure. Hot, endless ropes of thick c*m flooded my womb, breeding me so full I could feel my belly swell slightly. The bond flared white-hot between us, my powers strengthening his, the pack link solidifying.

We stayed viciously knotted for long minutes, his c**k still twitching and pumping seed into me as he ground deep. His hands roamed my body possessively, pinching my n*****s, slapping my ass, marking me everywhere with bites and bruises.

The alarms blared louder. More rivals were coming. Mother had escaped and was rallying forces.

Alexander carefully pulled free, a river of c*m gushing from my p***y onto the table. He dressed quickly, then helped me straighten my ruined clothes as best we could.

“We fight together now, my Luna,” he said, kissing me deep. “The tower is ours. They will learn what it means to challenge a claimed pair.”

We stepped out onto the executive floor. The staff scattered in fear and awe as we passed, my marked body and glowing eyes on full display. Alexander’s hand stayed possessively on my lower back, his c*m still leaking from me with every step.

The war had reached the highest levels.

But I was no longer afraid.

I was his claimed Luna Queen — wet, marked, bred, and ready to rule the ashes at my forbidden Alpha stepfather’s side. The Blessed Luna had risen, and the tower would never be the same.