Claimed By My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy

Dangerous Proximities

Myra's POV

Jealousy burned hot through my veins, mixing with raw hunger. I imagined shoving her aside, dropping to my knees in front of him right there, nuzzling against the impressive bulge in his pants and begging,

I pressed my thighs together, feeling fresh slick gather. Stop it, Myra.

Sophia appeared beside me suddenly, breaking the spell. “Hey, come join us. Dad’s just finishing up some calls.”

I forced a smile and stepped into the room. David’s gaze flicked to me, polite, distant. “Myra. Staying a while, I hear.”

“Yes, sir,” I murmured, cheeks warming. “Thank you for letting me.”

He nodded once, already turning back to some papers on the side table.

Lila shot me a quick, appraising smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “The more the merrier.”

The evening passed in a blur of conversation and dinner. Lila dominated, sharing stories that made David’s lips twitch in rare amusement. I stayed quiet, observing how she leaned in, how her laughter drew his focus. It stung. Deeply.

Later, after Sophia headed upstairs, I lingered in the hallway near the study. The door was slightly ajar. I heard Sophia’s voice inside, talking to her father.

“…and Myra’s literally the best at this stuff, Dad. Top of her class in Wolf Marketing and Census Analysis. Her papers on inter-pack demographics are insane. With Sarah on maternity leave for the next three months, you need help sorting those border census reports and updating the marketing strategies for the new alliances. Myra can handle it easily. She’s already here anyway.”

David’s low rumble replied, “You’re sure she can manage late nights? This isn’t campus work. Some sessions will run past midnight and I don't want it affecting her studies.”

“It Absolutely won't. She’s reliable, focused, and she won’t complain. Please, Dad? It’ll help her too to get her mind off things at home.”

A pause. Then David: “Alright. Have her come see me tomorrow morning. We’ll start in the study.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. Me. Working directly with him. In his study. Late nights.

I slipped away quickly before they emerged, rushing back to my room. Once the door was closed, I collapsed onto the bed, pulse racing with equal parts anxiety and filthy excitement.

A whole month here. Now, every evening, I’d be alone with him in that private space, surrounded by his scent, his power, his massive presence. Sorting data, discussing pack strategies, breathing the same air while my body screamed for more.

I slid my hand under my shorts, fingers finding my slick, swollen folds. Late nights. Just the two of us.In my mind, the work blurred into something darker. Papers scattered across the desk as he bent me over it, yanking my shorts down.

I circled my c**t faster, biting my lip to stay quiet as the image sharpened.

My orgasm hit hard, thighs shaking, a muffled whimper escaping. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, but it wasn’t enough. It never was.

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The next morning, I dressed carefully after sophia informed me. I wore a professional blouse and skirt that still hugged my curves modestly. When I entered the study, David was already at his desk, looking devastating in a dark button-down. Lila was nowhere in sight, but her perfume lingered faintly.

He looked up, eyes scanning me briefly. “Sophia says you’re excellent with marketing and census data. We’ll need daily sessions, sometimes late. Think you can handle it?”

“Yes, Mr. Thorn,” I said softly, trying not to let my voice tremble. “I’m ready whenever you need me.”

A faint nod. “Good. We start tonight after dinner. Bring your laptop.”

As I left the study, the weight of the coming weeks settled over me. Lila was making her move, claiming space and drawing his notice with bold confidence. But now I had a reason to be close to him: night after night, in the intimate confines of his study.

The air was shifting. Tension thickening.

And I was terrified… and desperately, filthily excited for those late-night sessions.

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