Claimed By My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy

Rival’s Shadow

Myra's POV

The mansion felt unusually quiet after our session ended. David had dismissed me earlier than usual, citing a need to review some contracts alone. I should have gone straight to my room to rest, but something restless pulled at me. Instead, I wandered toward the main living area under the pretense of getting a glass of water.

That’s when I heard them.

Soft laughter. The clink of crystal glasses. Low, masculine murmurs.

I froze near the arched doorway that opened into the dimly lit lounge. Peeking around the corner, my stomach dropped.

David sat in one of the deep leather armchairs by the fireplace, a glass of amber whiskey in his large hand. Lila lounged on the sofa across from him, legs elegantly crossed, wearing a deep crimson dress that hugged every curve and dipped dangerously low at the neckline. The firelight danced across her auburn hair, making her look every bit the confident, seductive Alpha female.

“I’ve missed these quiet evenings with you,” Lila purred, swirling her drink. She leaned forward, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.

“You work too hard, Uncle David. You deserve someone who knows exactly how to help you… unwind.”

My fingers dug into the doorframe.

David took a slow sip, his expression calm and unreadable. “The pack demands a lot right now, Lila. There’s little time for unwinding.”

She smiled, undeterred, and rose gracefully from the sofa. She moved closer, perching on the arm of his chair. One manicured hand rested lightly on his broad shoulder, fingers tracing a subtle pattern.

“That’s exactly why you need me,” she said, voice dropping into a sultry whisper I could barely hear. “I know how to take care of a powerful Alpha. How to ease all that tension in your shoulders… and elsewhere.” Her hand slid lower, brushing near his chest. “Just say the word, and I’ll be on my knees for you. Or bent over this very chair. Whatever you need.”

David didn’t pull away immediately, but his voice stayed even. “You’re bold tonight.”

“I’m honest,” Lila countered, leaning in until her lips were close to his ear. “You’ve been alone too long. Let me remind you what a real she-wolf feels like wrapped around you.”

I couldn’t watch anymore. I slipped away silently, heart pounding, cheeks burning with humiliation and rage. Lila could touch him. She could say those things out loud. She could offer herself without shame.

And I was reduced to hiding in shadows, aching for scraps.

By the time I reached my room, I was trembling. I locked the door, stripped off my clothes with shaking hands, and threw myself onto the bed. My p***y was already drenched, throbbing with a mix of fury and desperate need.

I spread my legs wide, two fingers sliding through my slick folds before plunging deep inside. A choked moan escaped me as I f****d myself hard and fast.

David.

I pictured him in that chair, but it was *my* hands on him. My mouth. I imagined dropping to my knees between his powerful thighs, freeing that thick, heavy c**k and taking him deep into my throat while he gripped my hair.

“f**k…” I gasped, adding a third finger, stretching myself. My other hand found my swollen c**t, rubbing tight, frantic circles.

In my mind, he groaned my name, voice rough with need. His hips bucked up, f*****g my mouth while I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, desperate to please him. Then he’d pull me up, bend me over the arm of that same chair, and drive into me from behind: deep, relentless strokes that made my toes curl.

I whimpered into the pillow, hips rolling desperately against my hand. “Daddy…” The word slipped out in a broken whisper, muffled against the fabric. “Please… Daddy…”

The jealousy sharpened everything. Lila offering to get on her knees for him. Lila wanting to feel him inside her. The image fueled my frenzy. I f****d myself harder, imagining it was David’s thick c**k stretching me open, his powerful body pinning me down, his low growls filling my ear as he took what he wanted.

“Daddy… f**k… yes…” I moaned into the pillow, chasing the edge. My thighs shook. Slick coated my fingers and dripped onto the sheets. I rubbed my c**t faster, lost in the fantasy of him using me, claiming me, making me fall apart on his c**k.

The orgasm hit like a storm. I cried out Daddy into the pillow as my p***y clenched hard around my fingers, waves of intense pleasure ripping through me. I kept going, drawing it out, riding every aftershock until I was a trembling, gasping mess.

Even after the pleasure faded, the ache lingered. I curled onto my side, breathing ragged, tears of frustration stinging my eyes.

Lila could flirt openly. Touch him. Offer herself without hesitation.

I was still just Sophia’s friend. The quiet assistant who touched herself in secret, whispering filthy pleas to a man who would never truly see me that way.

I pressed my face deeper into the pillow, whispering one last time.

“Daddy…”

The mansion was silent around me, but my obsession burned brighter than ever.

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