Claimed By My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy

Green with Envy

Myra's POV

My face burned. Under the thin throw I’d pulled over my lap, my thighs pressed together hard. Her words painted the exact pictures that haunted my nights. David’s powerful body covering mine, his heavy c**k slamming into my soaked p***y, skin on skin contact as as he flooded my womb with thick ropes of c*m. But hearing them from Lila’s lips, so bold and casual, felt like a knife twist. She could say it out loud. She could try to go for him. While I had to hide everything, touching myself in secret like a desperate pervert.

I forced a weak laugh, pretending to be amused instead of seething with arousal and rivalry. “He seems… busy with pack stuff,” I managed, my voice tighter than I wanted.

Lila’s sharp eyes flicked to me, lingering a second too long. “Oh, definitely. But even Alphas need release. Imagine walking in on him after a long day… offering to help him unwind.” She winked. “Bet that quiet little omega vibe of yours could drive a man like him wild, Myra. You should see how nervous some girls get just being near him.”

Sophia changed the subject quickly, dragging us into safer territory about upcoming pack runs, but the damage was done. My mind spiraled deeper into filth. What if Lila did make a move? What if David finally noticed someone; her confident curves and her fearless attitude, and took her instead? Bent her over and claimed her while I listened from the next room, jealous and aching?

I excused myself after a while, claiming I needed the bathroom. Instead, I wandered deeper into the house, heart pounding. My feet carried me past the study again. The door was still closed, but I could sense him inside, his powerful presence was like a magnet. I paused in the shadowed hallway, leaning against the wall, one hand pressing between my thighs through my shorts. Just a little pressure. Enough to ease the throbbing.

He doesn’t see me. But he’ll see her. She’ll flirt, touch his arm, whisper dirty suggestions. The jealousy only fueled the heat. In my fantasy.

I bit back a whimper, grinding subtly against my palm. Footsteps approached from the conservatory, Sophia and Lila laughing about something. I straightened quickly, smoothing my clothes, and rejoined them with a forced smile.

But as the evening wore on, Lila’s words echoed in my head, stoking the fire. David was somewhere in the mansion, unaware and untouched by my obsession.

And now there was a rival in the house—one who wasn’t afraid to speak her desires out loud.

The slow burn of my secret craving had just gotten a lot more complicated.

I had to do something and I had to do it fast.

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