Claimed By My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy

Unwelcome Rival

Myra's POV

Sophia burst through the front door like a whirlwind, her dark hair tousled from the pack meeting and a bright grin lighting up her face.

“Myra! Sorry I’m late. Those elders talk forever when they get going.”

She pulled me into a tight hug, her familiar scent of wild pine and citrus wrapping around me like comfort.

I hugged her back, forcing my expression into something normal even though my body still hummed with leftover heat from earlier. The slick between my thighs had mostly dried, but the ache lingered deep in my core. “No worries. I’ve just been chilling.”

We chatted easily as we headed toward the grand staircase, catching up on the usual, pack gossip, her latest failed dating attempt, my boring week at the university library. But my eyes kept drifting toward the closed door of David’s study. He was in there. So close. Probably reviewing contracts or issuing commands that made lesser wolves tremble. In my head, he was calling me in, bending me over that massive oak desk, and rutting into me until I screamed his name.

“Want to raid the kitchen for snacks before we head up?” Sophia asked, already pulling me along.

I nodded, grateful for the distraction. As we wandered through the expensive halls of the Thorn mansion, I let my mind drift again. The place was a labyrinth of luxury, polished marble floors, towering windows overlooking the private woods, and rooms that smelled faintly of David’s cedar-and-smoke essence. Every corner held memories of my secret obsession. The library where I’d once hidden behind a shelf, watching him read reports with those intense eyes. The upstairs hallway where I’d brushed past him once, my shoulder grazing his arm, sending a jolt straight to my c**t.

We looped through the east wing, passing the home gym where I knew David worked out shirtless some mornings. The image flashed vividly: sweat glistening on his carved abs, powerful muscles flexing as he lifted weights, that thick bulge pressing against his shorts.

My n*****s peaked again. I crossed my arms over my chest, pretending to examine a painting on the wall.

“Everything okay?” Sophia asked, glancing back at me.

“Yeah, just… thinking about that big history paper due next week,” I lied smoothly.

We turned into the sunlit conservatory at the back of the house, a glass-domed space filled with lush plants and comfortable loungers. A lady I didn’t recognize was already there, lounging with a glass of wine in hand. She was stunning,tall and slender with long auburn hair cascading down her back, sharp cheekbones, and curves that filled out her sleek black dress perfectly. An Alpha female, no doubt, radiating confidence.

Sophia lit up.

“Lila! You made it. Myra, this is my cousin Lila Gilbert. She’s been traveling with her pack in the northern territories for the last couple years. Lila, this is Myra, my best friend since forever.”

Lila turned, her green eyes appraising me with casual interest. I’d heard of her reputation, about the bold, ambitious cousin who was climbing the ranks in inter-pack alliances. Never seen her in person until now. She smiled, but there was something predatory in it.

“Myra. Nice to finally meet the girl Sophia never shuts up about.” Her voice was smooth, laced with a teasing edge.

“Hi,” I replied, offering a polite smile while my stomach twisted. She was everything I wasn’t ; confident, experienced, and clearly comfortable in this world of power and wolves. And she was family. Close enough to be around David all the time.

We settled onto the loungers, Sophia grabbing snacks from a nearby cart. Conversation flowed lightly at first, Lila sharing exaggerated stories from her travels, Sophia laughing along. But then Lila leaned back, swirling her wine, and her gaze drifted toward the main house with a sly smirk.

“God, this place never changes. Still feels like home. Especially with Uncle David around.” She let out a low, appreciative hum that sent warning bells ringing in my head. “That man just gets better with age. Have you seen him lately, Soph? Those shoulders… and that voice. I swear every time he gives an order in the boardroom, half the room wants to drop their panties.”

Sophia rolled her eyes, laughing. “Lila, gross. He’s my dad.”

I stayed silent, but inside, jealousy flared hot and ugly. My fingers dug into the cushion. 'He’s mine to fantasize about. Mine to ache for.' The thought of Lila looking at David that way made my wolf snarl possessively.

Lila shrugged, unrepentant, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she glanced between us.

“Come on, it’s not like we’re blood related in that way for me. He’s just my uncle by pack bonds. And honestly? If he wasn’t family-adjacent, I’d be all over that. Imagine those big hands pinning you down and having a close-up view of those ravishing abs.”

She fanned herself dramatically, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I bet he f***s like a beast, raw, relentless, pumping you so deep you feel it for days. I’d let him ruin me in a heartbeat.”

Sophia groaned, throwing a pillow at her cousin. “Stop! Why do you have to be so inappropriate all the time. I do not need that mental image of my father.”

But Lila just grinned wider, clearly enjoying the shock value. “What? I’m serious. The man is pure Alpha prime. Wealthy, dominant, that quiet intensity… I heard he’s been single for too long. Maybe I should stick around longer this visit. See if I can tempt the big bad wolf out of his den.”