Tempted By My Boyfriend's Alpha Father

Alpha of Doom.

Alexander

"Dad, I'm bringing her home this weekend."

I looked up from the newspaper I was skimming through to see my son Dante gazing at me expectantly. I frowned. It hadn't been up to two days since he last brought home two girls to see me.

As though sensing my confusion, he added. "Her name is Leora. We've been dating for three years now."

I suppressed a laugh. "Dante, you and I know you don't date."

"Oh, but I do," he insisted, glaring at me. "You don't know anything about me."

I almost scoffed. "You've introduced me to two other girls in less than three days. How do you want me to take you seriously?"

"Because Leora is special. I feel...I feel she might be my fated mate."

I had said nothing more after that, nodding to show my approval, and taking my mind off the subject because I was sure she'd be just another girl.

I was wrong.

Leora wasn't like the other two human girls Dante had brought. In fact, she wasn't human at all. I could sense her wolf – white, agile, fierce, deep inside her. My dipshit of a son is way less undeserving of her.

As I watched Dante's car pull up in the driveway, and they step out, Leora donning on a thick black cardigan to protect herself from the blistering could, blood rushed to my c**k. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she laughed and leaned into his side, the two of them climbing the giant stairs which led to the front door. Dante looked so f*****g animated as he looked into her eyes, the smile tugging at the corner of his lips triggering a vague feeling deep inside me which I didn't think would be possible after all these years of patient, torturous waiting.

Possession.

"This doesn't make sense," I whispered to my wolf, Alaric. "Why do I feel this way? Why?"

Just then, my sister Paige entered the room, her face beaming with a million-dollar smile. "Have you seen the new girl, Alexander? I think our boy must've found the one after all. Oh, thank the Moon Goddess we didn't even have to do much."

I shrugged, not exactly happy. I couldn't place a finger on why instead of feeling happy for my son, I could feel a sense of apprehension. I'd wanted this for him so badly. A mate. Someone to be by his side, and keep him in check. A mate which I wasn't blessed or opportune to have.

Now that my greatest wish was being fulfilled, why did I feel...wary?

The apprehension only increased as I followed Paige downstairs, and I closed in on an anxious Leora, something dreadful snapped into place.

"MATE!" Alaric screamed in my head, and my heart sank.

No, no, no.

Leora's eyes widened at the sudden realization, and the air around us crackled with a surging, intense electricity. Paige was oblivious to what was going on, and I thrusted my hands into my pockets to calm my growing erection.

After introductions, I'd wanted to badly get away to the confines of my room, to try and make sense of the situation. To decide what next steps to take, but Paige wasn't having it.

"It's different this time, Alex," she said to me. We were back in my room now, and dinner was already laid out downstairs. "This Leora girl, I really feel she's the right one for our boy. Please give her a chance."

Fuck, If only she understood.

I'd given up on finding a mate after Dante's mother, Isabella tricked me into sleeping with her. She was a feisty human whose family lived at my pack's borders, and had grown increasingly obsessed with me at a bar. I'd taken her to my bed that night, and two months later, her father dropped her at my doorsteps, pregnant. My pack had been furious as hell. I'd broken the most important rule.

Slept with a human.

I was exiled. Told to leave the Gilded Pack and its environments entirely. The penalty would be death. I took Isabella and Paige with me to the city where Dante was born. Isabella died shortly after Dante was born, and a large chunk of his upbringing was done by me and Paige.

Isabella wasn't my fated mate, and I'd stopped trying to find her. Moved on with my life, and now?

Now, she was sitting across from me, beside my son.

I'd tried to stop watching her all night, but I couldn't. And she was sneaking glances at me as well when she thought I wasn't looking. Paige chattered on to her about the pranks Dante had pulled while he was younger, while Dante's eyes stayed glued to his phone. Zero decency.

Where the hell did I go wrong with him?

Look at her.

He pulled her closer to his side, angling his phone screen away from her prying eyes. She exhaled, clearly bored which was just too sad. She was breathtaking, the most beautiful girl in this room. Hell, any room I'd ever been in.

Her long, black, wavy hair hangs over her sleek, tanned shoulder. Her eyes were pools of honey - captivating and could melt anyone they settle on. She was so sweet, so innocent looking. Her lips were pink, full, and her face were all angles and enchanting. Her body...

Fuck.

She looked like a wet dream.

Shit.

I wanted my son's girlfriend.

Fuck that, I wanted my mate. Badly.

Standing up suddenly, I excused myself to go to the kitchen, not willing to torture myself further staring hopelessly at her. Her eyes followed me like a hawk's. Alone in the kitchen, I rearranged my hard c**k in my slacks, and leaned against the sink. Get it together, stop thinking about her like that. She's already taken! By your damn son too.

But fuck...

"Alpha Alexander?" The soft, sweet, seductive voice sang from behind me, and I practically had to curl my fingers into the sink to stop myself from grabbing her. I couldn't even bear to look into those honey-colored eyes again.

"Alexander," I say curtly.

She went quiet for a moment, probably at my abrupt, rude response, so I sighed and turned away, hiding my erection behind the kitchen chair. Alaric whimpered with need inside me. Down, boy. "Anything you need?"

Like my c**k? I wanted to ask, but I didn't.

She beamed a small, nervous smile. Those pink, tasty-looking lips curled up, and all I could imagine was having them wrapped around my c**k, and that black hair bound in my fist as I took her sweet little young mouth.

"I was looking for the toilet..." She trailed off and shifted awkwardly, drawing my gaze to the high heels she was wearing. I ran my eyes up her long, lean, tanned legs to her thick thighs that were wrapped up in the grey sweatpants and cardigan she had on. I wondered...if I pulled the sweatpants down, would I find her without underwear?

I bet I would.

And if she was wearing panties, would they be pink like her lips?

Shit.

I jerked my eyes up to hers to see her lip caught in her teeth, her eyes wide and confused, but also...a flare of something else, something that flitters by too fast for me to catch. Something that mirrored my very own desire.

"Down the hall, first door," I say roughly. I had no plans of acknowledging the bond. At least not for now. For Dante's sake, until I could bring myself to tell him of this sudden development.

She nodded and turns away, her hips swaying as she headed into the hall, and my eyes caught on that perky plump ass. I imagined it filling my hands as she rode my d**k.

Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?

Just then, Dante strode into the kitchen and looked around, no doubt for his girl, the thought sour in my mind. "She's in the bathroom," I grumbled.

He nodded and grinned at me. At that moment, he looked so much like his mother, it was scary. "What do you think of her?"

I fisted my hands and pushed them into my sides to stop myself from wringing his neck. It wasn't his fault I was mated to his girlfriend. "She seems really nice," I offered finally, and he nodded.

"She really is. She's so brilliant. Passionate about her books and all. That was what attracted her to me initially."

"What work does she do?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

"Oh, she's a cashier downtown at this little Café called Shoppies. She recently began working there."

I knew the café. I'd been there a few times.

"That's good," I barked. "You really like her, huh?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. I guess."

He's guessing? Christ, sometimes I wanted to smack my kid. Was that normal?

He pulled out his phone again, smirking at something on it. "I guess it helps she's hot as hell."

I snorted and turned away. What a prick. Hot? That word was ridiculous and didn't do justice to her beauty. She looked like perfection, all curves and sweetness, that delicious little mouth perfect for f*****g.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I inhaled deeply. "How's your mum?"

"You know, Dad, you should really get a new wife or some s**t so you aren't alone here. God knows you could do with getting laid, you're always wound so tight."

Turning, I arched my eyebrow at him. "Dante, my s*x life is none of your concern. Now go be with your aunt. I can't believe you left her all by herself at the dining table."

As he left the kitchen, I exhaled and counted to ten.

Sooner or later, I might have to reject the bond for Dante's happiness. But if now that it was established, and I didn't act on it, laid her off gently, she would realize it sooner that I was rejecting it indirectly. Thankfully, I might not be seeing her after today, and that was fine.