CLAIMED BY MY FORBIDDEN ALPHA STEP FATHER

Chapter 10: The Mother's House

The drive to the family mansion on the outskirts of Sterling City was thick with tension and unspoken power. Alexander’s hand never left my thigh, his fingers occasionally dipping under my skirt to tease my still-sensitive folds, pushing remnants of his earlier c*m deeper inside me. I squirmed in the seat, the mate mark on my neck throbbing with every heartbeat, sending constant waves of dark, addictive pleasure through my body. Mother’s mansion was grand — sprawling gardens, marble columns, and opulent rooms that screamed old money and new desperation — but it felt like enemy territory the moment we arrived.

Mother greeted us at the grand doors in a revealing silk gown that clung to her body like a second skin, her eyes lighting up with desperate hope as she moved toward Alexander. “Darling, I’ve missed you so much,” she purred, reaching for his arm with manicured fingers.

Alexander barely glanced at her. He pulled me closer, his large hand sliding down to rest possessively on my ass. “Elara sits with me. You will serve.”

Mother’s face twisted with raw jealousy, but she forced a smile and hurried to obey. In the opulent living room, Alexander sat on the large leather couch and pulled me onto his lap. His fingers immediately slipped under my skirt, pushing my panties aside and sliding two thick digits deep into my still-tender, c*m-leaking p***y.

I gasped softly, biting my lip as he began slow, deep strokes. Mother brought wine and food, her hands shaking as she watched him finger me openly in front of her.

“Dance for your Alpha,” Alexander commanded without looking at her. “Properly.”

Mother obeyed, moving gracefully but with humiliated desperation, her body trying to seduce him while he ignored her completely. His fingers curled inside me, rubbing that perfect spot as his thumb circled my c**t. I whimpered, grinding against his hand, the bond making every touch electric. Mother’s eyes burned with envy as she danced, her gown slipping off one shoulder in a desperate attempt to gain his attention.

Later that night, I wandered the halls and caught Mother in the servant’s quarters. The door was slightly open. She was on her knees, face buried between her young handmaiden’s thighs, moaning like a woman starved for any touch. The handmaiden gripped her hair, riding her face hard, soft cries filling the room. It was clear Mother sought pleasure wherever she could, since Alexander gave her none.

I backed away silently, heart racing. This was my opportunity. If Mother was weak and desperate, I could gain Sterling’s favor more completely and secure my place as his true Luna.

The next morning at breakfast, Mother tried to embarrass me. “Elara is still so childish and inexperienced,” she said sweetly, eyes on Alexander. “Perhaps I should handle her training myself.”

Alexander’s hand tightened on my thigh under the table. “She is my Luna. I train her.” His fingers pushed into me right there at the table, pumping slowly while Mother watched, forcing me to stifle my moans. The humiliation in her eyes was delicious.

Later, in the private garden under the approaching full moon, the shift came. Alexander took me behind a cluster of ancient trees, bent me over a stone bench, and slammed into me from behind. His thick c**k stretched me perfectly as he f****d me hard, one hand in my hair, the other slapping my ass.

“Transform for me,” he growled. “Let your Luna rise while I breed you.”

The orgasm hit like lightning. My full transformation surged — silver-black fur rippling across my body, claws extending, fangs dropping, golden eyes burning bright. Power flooded me. I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust with equal force as he knotted me deep under the moonlight, flooding my womb with another massive load.

The power levels of the Luna were becoming clear. I could feel the entire pack through the bond — their strength, their loyalty, their hunger. I was no longer just the intern. I was becoming the queen.

Mother’s jealousy burned hotter every day she watched Alexander ignore her completely. But he only had eyes — and hands, and c**k — for me.

The house had become another arena for his dominance.

And I was starting to crave every humiliating, filthy, epic moment of it. The war with Mother was far from over, but I was ready to win it at my Alpha’s side. The night continued with more claiming in the master bedroom, Alexander taking me in front of Mother’s portrait, reminding her of her place. The power dynamic was shifting permanently. I was rising.

The Blessed Luna was no longer hiding. She was claiming her throne.

The lesbian intimacy between Mother and the handmaiden became my secret weapon. I watched them again the next night, the handmaiden’s fingers buried deep inside Mother as she moaned like a slut, begging for more. It fueled my own hunger to please Alexander more completely, to become the only one he desired.

The house was now my battlefield. And I was winning. The Blessed Luna had risen.