My Mate's Father wants me

I changed into a dark lace set that clung to my body, thin enough to reveal every curve and soft enough to feel like it belonged on my skin. It used to drive him crazy, back when his eyes followed me like I belonged to him, back when his touch came without hesitation. Now he barely noticed. But my wolf did. She stirred the moment the fabric touched my skin, restless beneath the surface, pacing slowly like she already knew what the night would bring. The heat came faster because of her, spreading low and heavy, settling deep in my body before I even stepped toward him. John was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders tense, his wolf unsettled even in human form, and I could feel it in the air. The Alpha blood in him made the room feel thicker, heavier, like it pressed against my skin and settled into my chest. My wolf lifted her head at that presence, instantly alert, drawn in a way I could not control, her hunger rising alongside the heat already building inside me. I still walked up to him, slowly and carefully, even though my pulse was already too fast. My hand slid over his chest, feeling the warmth beneath my palm before I moved lower, pressing closer until my body brushed against his. My breath turned uneven as heat rose quickly under my skin, and my wolf pushed forward at the contact, eager and desperate. The bond between us pulsed faintly, and she clung to it, tugging, trying to pull him closer. For a moment, he did not move, and that small pause made hope rise too quickly in my chest. Then his hand snapped around my wrist. The grip was tight enough to send a sharp sting through my arm, my fingers going numb as he pulled me away like I had done something wrong. My wolf recoiled instantly, not in fear but in anger, a sharp, restless frustration pressing hard against my chest like she wanted to fight him for rejecting us. “Don’t,” he said, his voice low and already irritated. My heart started pounding harder, each beat heavy and uneven. “John… it has been weeks. I can’t keep ignoring this. My body… it is not calming down.” That was the problem. It was no longer just me. The need did not stay quiet. It built slowly, layered deeper, and my wolf fed it, stretching it out, making it stronger, harder to ignore no matter how much I tried. She wanted him badly. He let out a rough breath and pushed me back, and my body fell against the bed. The sudden loss of his warmth made the ache inside me sharper instead of easing it. It settled low and heavy, spreading in a way that made my thighs tense on their own. My wolf surged again, restless, scratching at the inside of my skin, reacting to the rejection like it was physical pain. “You still don’t get it?” he said, dragging a hand through his hair, frustration clear in every movement. “It is not about waiting or timing. I don’t feel anything with you anymore.” The words landed hard, and I felt them in my body before anything else. My chest tightened sharply, and my wolf reacted too, pacing harder now, agitated and restless like she could not understand why our mate was turning away from us. “Then help me,” I said, my voice breaking despite how hard I tried to hold it steady. “We can fix it. I will adjust. My body will—” “Adjust?” he cut in sharply, his gaze narrowing. “You think that is the issue?” He laughed, but there was no warmth in it. “I can’t feel you,” he said bluntly. “Not like before. You’re too loose for me to feel anything. My hand would do a better job”. My wolf stilled for a second, then a low, quiet growl rose inside me, vibrating through my chest and making my breathing uneven. My fingers curled tightly into the sheets as heat and anger mixed together, making everything feel worse. “You carried two Alpha pups,” he continued, his voice harsher now. “Your body stretched too much. You don’t even hold properly anymore.” The words cut deeper this time, because my wolf heard them too, and she did not accept them. The bond flickered faintly, strained, and she pushed against it again, trying to reach him, trying to demand what was ours, but he did not respond. “If you actually want a solution,” he added, grabbing his pillow without looking at me, “go see my father. Let him deal with it.” My breath caught sharply. “Bruce?” He nodded once, already heading for the door. “He knows more about female physiology than anyone. If anyone can fix you, it is him.” Fix me. My wolf resisted that word instantly, restless and offended, but the ache in my body only deepened, sharper and heavier than before. Then he walked out. The door shut behind him, leaving the room too quiet and too empty, and the silence pressed against my chest until my breathing turned shallow. I sat there for a long time, my hands resting on my thighs, my body still warm, still restless, still aching in a way that refused to fade. My wolf did not settle. She paced inside me, back and forth, restless and unsatisfied, and the bond only made it worse. Even after he left, I could still feel him faintly, distant but present, and my wolf clung to it, tugging and pulling as if she could drag him back toward us. It only made the hunger sharper. Tears blurred my vision before I noticed them, and I wiped them quickly, but more followed. We were not always like this. Before everything changed, he used to want me constantly, the Alpha in him claiming me without hesitation, like it was instinct. My wolf remembered that, and she missed it. Now he could barely stand my touch. The birth had ruined everything. It had not even been long, maybe two months, and my body was still healing, still adjusting, but it did not matter anymore. After that night, he came to me once, and after that, nothing. The heat in my body did not care. If anything, it had grown worse, because my wolf would not let it fade. She held onto it, stretched it out, and turned it into a constant, restless need that sat low in my body and refused to ease. I had tried handling it myself, but it never worked. It only made her more agitated. That was why I went to him tonight. And that was how it ended. Then I heard it. A sound from the next room made my body go still, and my wolf froze too before slowly turning toward it, alert and focused. At first, it was faint, but it grew clearer, steady and rhythmic, heavy enough to make my breath catch as I realized exactly where it was coming from. Bruce and Maya’s room. The Alpha of the house. The air shifted slightly, thick with tension, and even through the wall I could feel it, that raw presence that came from a full-grown Alpha male. My wolf reacted instantly, not softly and not carefully, but with a sharp surge of attention, drawn to it, hungry, responding to that power like it was instinct. Maya’s voice came first, uneven and strained, her breaths breaking as she tried to keep up. Then Bruce’s voice followed, low and controlled, carrying a weight that settled deep under my skin. My thighs pressed together before I could stop myself, and this time it was stronger, because my wolf pushed with it, harder, more demanding. The heat spread through me, deeper and sharper, curling low in my body as my breathing turned uneven again. I knew I should not listen, but my wolf refused to move. She stayed, listening, reacting, as the rhythm grew stronger and clearer, painting everything in my mind whether I wanted it or not. The strength. The control. The way he would take what he wanted without hesitation. A real Alpha. My wolf leaned into that thought and accepted it. A soft breath slipped from my lips before I could stop it, and I shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure building inside me, but it only made it worse. Then Maya’s voice rose again, sharper this time, edged with frustration. “I can’t keep up with you. You don’t stop. It goes on forever.” Bruce said something low, but she cut him off again. “You are too much. If you still want more, go find someone else.” My heart skipped hard, and the words echoed in my head, mixing with the heat already spreading through me. My body reacted again, stronger this time, the ache settling deeper and refusing to ease. Some people had more than they could handle. And I had nothing. My wolf did not accept that. She pushed harder, restless and demanding, and I squeezed my eyes shut as the thought slipped in, quiet but sharp. If it were me… My breath caught, but my wolf did not pull back. She leaned into it, and the heat surged instantly, heavier and more intense, making my fingers tremble where they gripped the sheets. That thought should not exist. He was my father-in-law. But my wolf did not care. She only cared about strength, about dominance, about being claimed and satisfied, and right now she was starving. I could not even get my own mate to touch me. A bitter feeling twisted in my chest, mixing with the heat until it felt unbearable. Nothing about this felt fair, not my body, not my bond, not this life. I let out a slow breath and pushed myself off the bed, my legs unsteady as I stood, my wolf still restless, still pacing, still burning under my skin. The room felt too tight and too quiet, and I needed to get out. I stepped into the hallway and walked toward the guest bathroom, the cold floor grounding me slightly with each step, but the heat followed, my wolf followed, and it only grew stronger. If no one would ease this for me, then I would handle it myself.