Chapter Fourteen- What Desk
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The study was thick with the scent of cedar, s*x, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of a satisfied Alpha. Elara lay sprawled across the mahogany wreckage, her body still trembling from the force of his climax. Every nerve ending felt fried, but a deep, primal contentment was humming through her bones.
Finally, her wolf purred, the sound vibrating in the back of her throat. After all these years of watching him, craving him... he’s ours. Our daddy. We are his to use.
The thought should have terrified her, but in the hazy aftermath of their union, it only stoked the fire. She looked up at Silas, her gold eyes—now completely revealed and glowing—blazing with a dark, needy hunger. She didn't want a talk; she wanted to be ruined again.
"More, daddy," she whispered, the forbidden word slipping out like a sin. "Take me harder."
His wolf didn't need a second invitation. The beast surged forward, a roar ripping from Silas’s chest as he claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. He took her with a newfound ferocity, a rhythmic, violent power that caused the heavy mahogany of the desk to let out an audible, splintering crack.
About thirty minutes later, the air had finally stilled. Silas sat back in his chair, his chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat. He looked at the chaos of his office—the broken desk, the scattered files, and the stunning, marked woman lying in the center of it all.
He reached out mentally, his Alpha voice booming across the Pack Link. "Marcus. Go to the university. Pack Elara’s dorm—every single item she owns. Move it all to the Luna’s chambers in the main wing immediately. And send an Omega to the study with a fresh shirt and sweats. Now."
He looked down at Elara. She looked spent, used, and utterly claimed, her skin branded with the faint red marks of his fingers. A flash of human guilt pierced his mind. She should be with someone her own age. She’s my daughter’s best friend. I should have protected her from this.
But his wolf let out a low, rumbling growl of disagreement. She is perfect. She was made for us. We will train her, teach her exactly how to please her daddy.
The beast’s purr was infectious, and Silas felt a dark, possessive smirk tug at his lips.
A sharp knock at the study door made them both startle. "Enter!" Silas barked, not bothered by his state of undress.
A young Omega stepped in, his eyes immediately going wide as they landed on the broken desk and the naked redhead draped across it. He stammered something unintelligible, tossed a bundle of clothes onto the leather couch, and bolted from the room as if the building were on fire.
Silas chuckled, the sound deep and dangerous. He reached out and gave Elara’s butt a sharp, stinging spank that made her jump. "Be a good girl and put those on," he commanded, his voice thick with authority.
He watched her move, his eyes tracking the sway of her hips and the athletic curve of her spine as she obeyed him without question. He felt a surge of pure, unadulterated power. He was going to spend the rest of his life discovering every inch of her, breaking her down and building her back up as his Luna.
Daddy will take care of her, his wolf purred. And daddy is never letting her go.
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