MY ALPHA FATHER'S BEST FRIEND 18
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DAMON
After two weeks of tension, Rob’s reluctant blessing feels like a miracle.
Maya hasn’t let go of my hand since I arrived. The bond sings between us, whole again.
“Can I take her for a walk?” I ask Rob. “We need to talk.”
He looks like he wants to say no, but Mom elbows him.
“Two hours. Stay on the grounds.”
The second we’re alone, I pull her into my arms and just hold her.
“I thought I was going to die,” she whispers. “Without you, I thought…”
“I know. I felt it too.” I press my lips to her hair. “I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter now. We’re together.”
We walk through the gardens, and I tell her what comes next — weekend visits, Silver Ridge, and after two years, a proper mating ceremony in front of both packs.
“I want pups,” she says suddenly. “Someday.”
My wolf howls. “More than okay.”
She smiles.
…
The claiming ceremony is three nights later, under the full moon, on neutral ground.
Maya is stunning in white silk, her hair loose, the silver cuff of an Alpha’s daughter at her wrist. Soon, she’ll wear my mark instead.
Rob performs the vows. Both packs witness. When he says complete the bond, I kiss her — deep and possessive then we shift.
My dark gray wolf faces her pure white one. We run through the forest, the bond pulsing between us stronger than ever. When I pin her, she bares her throat. I reinforce the mark, making it permanent.
Both packs erupt in howls when we return.
Rob steps forward, smiling for the first time since this all began. “I present Damon Kane and Maya Ashford-Kane — mated and bonded before the Moon and our packs.”
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MAYA
The two years pass faster than I expected.
Damon visits every weekend. Dad stays civil — not warm, but working on it. Mom already loves Damon and is planning a wedding. My training continues across both packs, and Silver Ridge feels like home.
On my twentieth birthday, Damon brings me there permanently. Dad hugs me goodbye, eyes wet.
“You’ll always have a home here,” he says gruffly.
“I know. I love you, Dad.”
Damon carries me over the threshold of the pack house — a sprawling lodge built into the mountainside, nothing like the formal estate I grew up in, but infinitely more welcoming.
“I have something for you,” he says, setting me down.
A small box. Inside, a white gold ring with a moonstone.
“Will you marry me? Officially, in front of everyone?”
“We’re already mated,” I manage, voice breathless.
“I know. But I want everything with you, Maya.”
Tears prick my eyes. “Yes. Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”
He slides the ring onto my finger and it fits perfectly. The moonstone gleams in the low light, and I can’t stop staring at it.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” He cups my face, tilting it up to his. “I love you, little wolf. Thank you for choosing me. For fighting for us.”
“I’d do it again. A thousand times.”
He kisses me then, slow and deep, and I can feel the love pouring through the bond. Two years of being together, of learning each other, and it still feels like this—electric, consuming, perfect.
“I have another surprise,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Oh?”
He takes my hand and leads me to the bed. On it is a box wrapped in silver paper.
“Open it.”
I tear into the wrapping and find lingerie. Not just any lingerie—the most beautiful set I’ve ever seen. Deep emerald green lace that will look stunning against my skin, with a bra that’s more decorative than functional and matching panties that are basically just straps and lace.
“Damon,” I breathe. “This is gorgeous.”
“I want to see you in it.” His voice has dropped, gone rough with want. “Want to worship every inch of you in something that makes you feel as beautiful as you are.”
Heat floods through me. “Give me five minutes.”
I grab the box and head to the bathroom. My hands are shaking slightly as I strip off my clothes and slip into the lingerie.
The bra pushes my breasts up and together, creating cleavage I didn’t know I had. The panties sit low on my hips, the lace barely covering anything. There are garters attached that clip to sheer stockings.
I look at myself in the mirror and barely recognize the woman staring back. Confident. Sexy. Powerful.
Damon’s mate. His Luna. His wife-to-be.
I open the bathroom door and step out.
Damon’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and the second he sees me his eyes go molten gold.
“f**k,” he breathes. “Maya. You look…” He can’t seem to finish the sentence.
I walk toward him slowly, swaying my hips, feeling powerful under his hungry gaze.
“You like it?”
“Like doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He reaches for me, pulling me between his legs. His hands slide up my thighs, over the garters, tracing the edge of the lace panties. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
His fingers hook into the sides of the panties and he tugs me closer. Then he leans in and presses a kiss to my stomach, just above the lace.
“I’m going to take my time with you tonight,” he murmurs against my skin. “Going to worship every inch of you. Make you come so many times you lose count.”
A shiver runs through me. “Promises, promises.”
He looks up at me, and there’s something dark and possessive in his eyes. “Oh, I always keep my promises, little wolf.”
His hands slide around to cup my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. Then he’s turning me, pressing me face-down onto the bed.
“Stay just like that,” he commands. “Don’t move.”
I hear him moving behind me, the rustle of fabric as he removes his clothes. Then the bed dips as he kneels behind me.
His hands run up my legs, from my ankles to my thighs, appreciating the stockings. When he reaches the edge of the lace panties, he traces the pattern with his fingers.
“These are nice,” he murmurs. “But they’re in my way.”
I hear fabric tear and gasp. He just ripped the panties off me.
“Damon!”
“I’ll buy you more.” His voice is unapologetic. “Right now, I need access to this perfect pussy.”
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