I F*cked My Ex’s Alpha Dad (and I Recorded It) V
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I stood in front of the cracked mirror in my tiny bathroom and stared at myself.
The black dress I’d chosen was simple, but it hugged my body in a way that made me look almost… beautiful. My hair fell in loose waves around my shoulders, and even with the faint bruise on my neck from Asher’s hand, I looked good. Stronger than I felt.
‘What good is beauty,’ I thought bitterly, ‘when you’re about to spend the rest of your life scrubbing toilet floors and spreading your legs for strangers in some pack that doesn’t even know your name?’
I cursed the Moon Goddess under my breath as I stepped out into the cool night air. If being born an omega wasn’t already a curse, now I was being sold like cattle. The thought made my stomach twist.
But then I remembered Asher’s face.
The way the color drained from it when he watched that video. The way his hands shook. The pure, broken rage in his eyes when he realized his own father had f****d me better than he ever could. That memory was the only warmth I had tonight. I fed off it. Let it burn in my chest like a secret I’d carry to the grave.
Because I had one last move left.
The pack square was already packed when I arrived. Torches lit the space in flickering orange light, and the full moon hung heavy above us like it was watching. Most of these wolves I recognized. I’d stood beside Asher during his political bullshit for years. I knew their faces. Their sneers.
The last time I stood in this exact spot, Asher had publicly rejected me. They’d booed. Some of them threw things. One little pup had tossed an egg that hit me right in the chest. I still remembered how the yolk ran down my dress while they laughed.
And things aren’t about to get better. Tonight was going to be worse.
I walked straight through the crowd with my head high, even as their eyes followed me with open disgust. ‘f**k all of you,’ I thought. ‘Every last one of you.’
Asher stood on the raised platform in his royal furs, looking every bit the future Alpha. Amaya was glued to his side, chewing gum like she didn’t have a care in the world. Poor thing. She had no idea she was standing next to a man who would toss her aside the second someone shinier came along.
Strong hands grabbed me from behind before I could reach the platform.
I didn’t fight as they chained my wrists and dragged me forward like I was already property. They threw me to the ground at Asher’s feet. The stone scraped my knees, but I looked up at him anyway and smirked.
His jaw tightened.
“This,” he announced to the crowd, voice carrying, “is what happens to ungrateful sluts who think they can spread their legs for whoever they want. An omega with the wolf-strength of a rabbit. A disgrace to this pack!”
He didn’t mention his father. Of course he didn’t. That would’ve been too embarrassing.
“Such behavior will not be tolerated,” he continued. “She will be sold tonight. To the highest bidder. And if no one here wants her, we’ll outsource to another pack.”
A few perverted old wolves in the front row started murmuring immediately. One of them licked his lips as he looked me over.
“I’ll take her,” a fat bastard near the front called out. “Been a while since I had a young one to break in.”
Another laughed. “I’ll bid higher if she’s trained to take it in the ass and ear.”
Sick f***s!
I stayed on my knees, my heart pounding, waiting for the right moment. Asher was about to speak again when I pushed myself up on shaky legs.
“f**k you,” I said loudly. The square went quiet. “All of you.”
Asher’s head snapped toward me.
“And especially you, Asher.” I smiled, even though my voice shook. “I see the fear in your eyes. Why don’t you tell them what really happened? That I f****d your father and you stood there crying like a little boy when you watched the video? huh?”
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
I kept going, my voice getting stronger. “Your father rode me so good in that bathroom that he came twice. And you know what he said about you? He called you a useless son. Said you couldn’t even keep your own woman satisfied.”
“Treason!” someone shouted from the back. The square erupted.
People were yelling over each other. Some demanded my head. Others just screamed in outrage. Asher’s face had gone completely red. His hands were shaking at his sides. Oh how I loved it!
He turned to one of the guards. “Slice her throat. Now!!”
The guard stepped forward, unsheathing a long blade that caught the moonlight.
I didn’t run. I didn’t beg. I just closed my eyes and smiled.
At least Asher would never ever forget tonight. It would haunt him every time he f***s another woman that isn’t me. At least I’d made him bleed in the only way that mattered. I made peace.
The guard raised the blade. I steadied my neck.
But suddenly, a sound tore through the night. A loud howl. Deep. Ancient. So loud it rattled the torches.
Before anyone could react, a massive black wolf exploded from the tree line like a shadow given teeth. It slammed into the guard with bone-crushing force, ripping his throat out in one vicious snap. The sword fell to the ground. Blood sprayed across the stone, some splattering on me.
The wolf didn’t stop.
It tore through two more guards before they could even shift, moving so fast it was almost a blur. Bones cracked. Men screamed. And then the black wolf stood over their bodies, its chest heaving, golden eyes burning.
Everyone went dead silent. They knew that wolf.
Kael shifted back slowly, the transformation rippling over him until he stood there naked and furious, blood streaked across his chest.
His voice was calm when he spoke, but it carried across the entire square.
“If so much as a single strand of her hair touches the ground,” he said, eyes locked on his son, “I will have your heart for dinner, Asher.”
Asher looked like he’d been slapped. His mouth opened, then closed. He was shaking with rage, but he didn’t move. Couldn’t.
Kael turned to face the pack.
“From this night forward,” he announced, voice steady and commanding, “your new Luna is Nova Wellington. Daughter of Wellington Red — the most feared lycan warrior this pack has ever known.”
Whispers broke out immediately. Confusion. Disbelief.
Even I was confused. Wellington Red? My father had been a nobody. Just some rogue who died before I was old enough to remember him.
Kael walked toward me. The crowd parted like water. He reached down, broke the chains around my wrists with one easy twist, and pulled me to my feet.
Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring.
It was dark, almost black, with a blood-red stone set in the center. TheBloodstone ring.
“Your wolf was hidden from you as a child,” he said quietly, only for me to hear at first. “To protect you. From men who would’ve killed you the second they sensed what you really were.” He held the ring out. “Now it’s time to stop hiding.”
My hands were shaking when I took it. The second I slid it onto my finger, fire ripped through my veins.
I gasped, dropping to my knees as my body began to change. Bones cracked and reformed. Fur — thick, silver-white with streaks of gold — burst across my skin. My vision sharpened. My senses exploded. I could smell everything. Hear heartbeats. Feel the moon like it was inside my chest.
When the transformation finished, I stood taller than before. Stronger. My wolf was huge. Fierce. Beautiful in a way that made the entire square go silent.
I recognized the murmurs. The fur of every Lycan daughter… It had been confirmed.
I shifted back slowly, standing there naked and trembling, but not from fear anymore.
Asher was staring at me like he’d never seen me before. Shock. Jealousy. Something close to fear.
Kael stepped forward, pulled off his cloak, and wrapped it around my shoulders. Then he… Alpha Kael –the mighty Alpha Kael.. cupped my face with both hands and kissed me.
Right there in front of the entire pack.
It wasn’t soft. It was claiming. Deep. Unapologetic. His tongue slid against mine and I melted into him, hands fisting in his shirt like I’d been waiting my whole life for this exact moment.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine.
“You’re not an omega anymore,” he whispered. “You never really were.”
I looked out at the stunned crowd. At Asher’s pale face. At Amaya, who looked like she might faint. And for the first time in years, I smiled without any bitterness behind it.
The Moon Goddess might’ve f****d me over at birth.
But tonight?
She finally gave me something back.
- Writer
