The Alpha In My Dream

Chapter 2

Molly’s POV

His golden eyes snapped toward the door, pupils blown wide with a mix of panic and fury. In one brutal motion, he wrenched away from me, shoving me off his lap.

His heavy c**k slapped wetly against his abs as he moved. I gasped, stumbling backward against the armrest, my thighs glistening with my own arousal, panties still tangled around one ankle.

“f**k—” he hissed, yanking his pants up with frantic, jerky movements.

The zipper caught on his still-throbbing length and he cursed viciously under his breath. His shirt hung half-open, hair wild, the thick, musky scent of s*x and dominance heavy in the air.

“Gerald?” My mother’s voice drifted through the door—sweet, but edged with concern. “Are you in there? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

My stomach plummeted. I scrambled to yank my pants up, fingers trembling so badly I could barely button them.

My bra was still undone, my shirt barely covering the fresh bite marks and red fingerprints he’d left all over my breasts. I tugged everything down just as Gerald forced his voice into something resembling calm.

“I’m here.” He strode to the door and cracked it open just enough to block her view with his broad frame.

Ramie blinked up at him, still wearing her elegant wedding dress, silver hair glowing softly in the hallway light, blue eyes filled with worry.

“Oh! There you are. I was starting to get concerned.” Her gaze flicked past him to me for the briefest second before darting away again. “What were you doing here?”

I knew I looked completely wrecked—flushed, messy, and dripping with guilt—but Mom’s expression stayed carefully neutral.

“We were just… bonding,” Gerald said smoothly, sounding almost bored. “Father-daughter time. You know how it is.”

Ramie’s brows drew together slightly. “Oh. I didn’t realize you two had grown so close already.” Her tone was light, but there was a sharp, knowing edge beneath it that made my throat tighten.

I could still feel Gerald’s touch burning on my skin, still taste him on my lips, still feel the slick mess between my thighs.

“Molly’s been struggling with the transition,” Gerald lied effortlessly, his voice dripping with fake concern. He glanced back at me, golden eyes flashing a clear warning. “Haven’t you, sweetheart?”

I swallowed hard. “Y-yeah… just needed to talk things out.”

Ramie’s expression softened, though her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I understand.” She placed a delicate hand on Gerald’s arm. “But I’m afraid I need to steal you away. The pack elders are waiting to discuss the alliance terms before the reception ends. They specifically asked for you.”

Gerald’s jaw clenched, but he forced a charming smile.

“Duty calls.” He turned to me one last time, his expression unreadable. “We’ll finish this conversation later, sweetheart.”

My stomach twisted painfully. I couldn’t find my voice.

Ramie’s fingers tightened on his arm as she smiled at me.

“Sorry to pull him away so soon, Molly. But can I borrow my husband?”

My breath caught in my throat. I nodded weakly. “Of course, Mom.”

She gave me one last warm-yet-sharp look before tugging Gerald into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone in the dim room, body still throbbing with unmet need, heart racing.

Then I felt it, a slow, warm trickle sliding down my inner thigh and dripping onto the carpet between my feet.

I looked down.

Gerald’s thick c*m was still leaking from my p***y…warm, sticky, and undeniably his.