Claimed By My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy

Myra's POV I never planned on craving my best friend’s Alpha father. But here I was, years deep into this filthy secret, my body aching for a man who barely knew I existed. I’ve been Sophia Thorn’s best friend since we were awkward teenagers navigating our first shifts under the full moon. Sophia’s family mansion later became my second home, especially after my life turned complicated. Her father, David Thorn, was the reason I kept coming back long after we outgrew sleepovers and gossip sessions. The first time I truly met him wasn’t dramatic. No fated sparks or instant heat. I was sixteen, nervous and trying not to trip over my own feet while carrying a stack of textbooks into their sprawling estate. Sophia had dragged me along for a study weekend before exams. He’d walked through the grand foyer in a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms corded with muscle. His scent of cedar and raw dominant Alpha power made my newly awakened omega instincts sit up and whimper. “Sophia,” he’d said, his voice like gravel wrapped in velvet, barely glancing my way. “Your friend staying the night?” That was it. A polite nod in my direction, those piercing golden-flecked eyes sliding over me without really seeing. I was just “Sophia’s friend.” Invisible. Safe. And utterly ruined. That night, alone in the guest room, I touched myself for the first time thinking about him. I imagined those big hands pinning me down, his massive body covering mine, knot swelling inside me as he growled about filling me with his pups. I came so hard I had to bite the pillow to stay quiet. Pathetic. Delicious. The start of everything. Now, at twenty-two, nothing had changed on the surface. I still visited Sophia almost every weekend. We laughed, shifted together in the woods behind the property, and complained about pack politics. But inside, I was a mess of filthy, forbidden fantasies about her father. Tonight was no different. I’d arrived earlier while Sophia was still at a pack meeting across town. She’d texted me to let myself in and wait in the living area. The mansion was quiet except for the low hum of distant staff and the occasional creak of old wood. I wandered into the kitchen for water, wearing one of Sophia’s oversized hoodies that reached mid-thigh and loose shorts underneath. Nothing seductive. Just comfortable. Yet my mind was already spiraling. I pictured David walking in right now, towering over me at 6’5”, his broad chest straining against whatever expensive shirt he wore. I’d drop to my knees without a word, nuzzling against the thick bulge I’d only ever caught glimpses of through his tailored pants. I’d beg him to use my mouth, to f**k my throat until tears streamed down my face, then bend me over the marble island and breed me like a desperate omega in heat. Pump me full until my belly swelled with his seed, knot locking us together while he marked my neck and called me his good little girl. My thighs clenched hard. Slick already gathered between my folds, soaking into my shorts. 'Get it together, Myra.' He was twice my age, a ruthless billionaire Alpha who commanded loyalty from packs across the region. A widower who raised Sophia alone after losing his mate years ago. He dated powerful she-wolves; elegant, experienced women who could stand beside him in boardrooms and battlefields. Not some curvy, bookish nobody like me who blushed at his casual hellos. I leaned against the counter, gripping it tightly as another wave of heat rolled through me. In my head, he was already here. His large hand sliding up my thigh, fingers pushing aside my shorts to find me dripping. “Such a naughty little cunt,” he’d growl. “Soaking for your best friend’s Daddy again?” Two thick fingers would thrust inside me, stretching me open while his thumb circled my swollen c**t. I’d moan like a w***e, pushing back, begging him to knot me right there on the cold marble. A real sound pulled me out of the fantasy, the heavy front door opening and closing. Footsteps. Confident, measured. My heart slammed against my ribs. David entered the kitchen area a moment later, loosening his tie with one hand, phone in the other. He looked every bit the powerful Alpha: dark hair tousled from the day, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, shoulders filling out his charcoal suit jacket perfectly. His masculine scent flooded the space, commanding, with that underlying edge of wolf that made my inner omega roll over and present. I froze, trying to look casual. “Hi, Mr. Thorn.”