Tempted By My Boyfriend's Alpha Father

Leora "Why don't you come and stay with me and my family for Christmas?" Dante asked. It was such a random suggestion. We were seated side by side, in my room in Brooklyn, steaming cups of cocoa in hand, talking about our plans for the future. How we didn't want to stay back in his Pack once the mate bond had been confirmed, and how we wanted to start a new life in somewhere quaint...like Delaware, when he dropped the question. I stared at him, searching for a mischievous glint in his eyes. Any hint of a joke. I found none, but I still wasn't sure. "What?" He wrapped my hands with his, nodding. "I want you to meet my family. Most especially, my father. I've told them so much about you. And since you're often busy, I figured this Christmas holiday would be a great time to meet them." Dante had been my boyfriend for three years. After my family was exiled from our previous pack due to my father being a traitor, we moved away from it all to the city. New York had been a cool place for us to settle, and my mother enrolled me into a high school nearby where I met Dante. We gravitated towards each other immediately, and thought we were mates. But I was still twenty, and the mate bond would kick in during the eve of my twenty-first birthday. As a couple, Dante had been to our little home many times to meet my parents, and Mom absolutely adored him. But for the last couple of months, I'd become bored. I was bored of him, bored whenever we had s*x, which I'd once thought was mind-blowing. Now, as he broke the news about me finally meeting his family, I felt...nothing. Empty. Bored. He noticed my calm mood and squeezed my hands that rested on his lap. "Why the long face? You've always wanted to meet them." "Yes..." I trailed off, searching for the right words in my head. I glanced down at our hands, interlinked together. We were literally a match made in heaven, so why did I feel strange? Was my monthly heat period messing with my head? "Don't mind me, Dante," I said at last, managing a smile. "I'll be more than happy to meet them. When do we go?" He didn't look convinced but didn't push. That was the deal with Dante. He never pushed you for more. "Would Saturday be good enough for you?" I nodded. "It'll be perfect." Saturday dawned with so much quickness. I felt a bit relieved that perhaps the universe wanted this for me. Dante would be confirmed to be my fated mate in a few weeks, and I should be happy. He made me happy, anyways. But that feeling of emptiness was still present as we drove in the snow down the long driveway leading into a large, vast mansion. My nerves were quickly set off, and I placed a hand on my chest in an effort to calm my beating heart down. Dante laughed his signature rich laugh when he saw how dramatic I was being. "Relax, babe," he said as he killed the engine and leaned in to kiss me. "My folks don't bite. Father, however? A bit intense, but don't let his words get to you." I nodded quietly. We got down, and he took my freezing hand in his and led me up the dozen stairs that was filled with snow to the front door. The door pulled open to reveal a blonde middle-aged lady wearing a grey oversized hoodie. She pulled Dante into a warm hug. I stood there awkwardly, shivering in my coat as she gushed over him sweetly for a few minutes. When her eyes landed on me eventually, they twinkled. "Is this her?" She asked Dante. He nodded. "Good day, ma'am. I'm..." I didn't get to finish. She quickly pulled me into a hug too. She smelt of cocoa and milk. And her hair smelt of shea butter. "My goodness! I finally get to meet you! My nephew has told us so much about you. My name is Paige. You can call me Aunt P. I do hope you two are fated mates. You fit so well together!" I laughed awkwardly. A call came in and Dante excused himself to take it, leaving me with Aunt P. She chattered away about how unusually cold winter was this year as she led me into the living room and pushed me down to sit. "I'll go get you a hot drink, dear. You wait here." "Thank you," I said gratefully. I looked around the large living room and felt small. It was so grand, and the cushions were midnight black, in contrast with the white tiles. The television covered up one part of the wall, and the black rug looked thick and soft. The strong smell of roses hung in the air. I sat there for about twenty minutes before the sound of voices caused me to look up. Aunt P was steering a large-looking man towards him. From afar, I recognized the striking semblance he bore with Dante, but I quickly looked down to gather my wits together. Aunt P dropped a steaming cup of cocoa and the tray of one bottle of red wine and glass cups on the black granite table at the center of the room. "Alex, dear. This is Leora, Dante's girlfriend. Leora, this is Alexander. Dante's father." I stood up, extending my hand for a handshake and the air whooshes from my lungs when our eyes connected. Jesus Christ. Up close now, he looked even more stunning. Utter perfection. Perhaps the hottest Alpha I'd ever laid my eyes on. My wolf, Aleera was equally starstruck, but she recovered quickly to scream a word I never imagined would ever be uttered in relation to my boyfriend's father. "MATE!" If Alpha Alexander felt the ripple of electricity that passed through our bodies at the same time, he didn't show it. And thankfully, Aunt P had left us to go fetch Dante. Alpha Alexander looked like he was carved out of gold. His huge, ripped body was encased in navy blue slacks and a red shirt that was rolled up his forearms to reveal eagle-shaped tattoos and veins, the cold weather be damned. He should be in his early forties and looked ten times hotter than his only son. And those lips? God. Those lips were absolutely kissable. I drew my legs tight together, but my panties were burning. I could feel the hot liquid trickling down my inner thighs, down my legs. I was wetter than I'd been for years with Dante. I felt a pang of shame and ecstasy mixed together. My boyfriend's father was my...fated mate. Could life get any more complicated? We stood there, not saying anything. Not addressing the elephant in the room. The mate bond. I was going to turn twenty-one in a few weeks, so why did the bond reveal itself now? And how was it possible that I was Alpha Alexander's fated mate? I recalled Dante mentioning that his mother was still alive, so how was this possible? Thankfully, Dante suddenly fell into place beside me, with Aunt P tailing him. He opened the red wine and filled the glasses, picking up one. I winced slightly when he wrapped an arm around me a little too tightly, acting more covetous over me than he'd ever been before. "Hey, Dad. This is Leora. My girlfriend. I should've been the one to introduce you two, but I was taking a very important call." Alexander swallowed hard as his eyes raked over me in such an intensely s****l way, I clamped my legs even tighter, my breathing labored. God, how I wanted to pull off my panties and jump straight into his arms! "A pleasure to meet you, Sir," I said in a restrained voice. "Please call me Alex," he offered. "Nice to meet you too, Leora." The way my name rolled off his tongue felt like butter, and I couldn't help but gawk at him. He gestured to the huge space. "Please do enjoy your short stay. I'll be back shortly." As I watched his fine back retreat towards the spiral stairway that led upstairs, Aleera whimpered within me. Our mate hadn't acknowledged our bond, and it was hurting us both. But what did I expect? He was my boyfriend's father for crying out loud! Dante raised a glass of wine into the air. "To Leora!" "Leora!" Aunt P yelled excitedly too. I forced a smile. God, I was so screwed.