Mated to My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy

Storm Aftermath

~ALPHA VARG

My throat felt tight when he finally let me go. Tighter than it had ever felt in my entire life, as if his very fingers had left an invisible collar wrapped around my neck, cutting off my air supply. The dominant pressure of his Alpha aura was still thick in the small space, a suffocating, heavy heat that made my skin prickle and my wolf whimper in absolute submission.

Alpha Varg sat back behind his massive mahogany desk, his mountainous frame shifting with a terrifying, slow grace. He didn't say a word. He just watched me. His dark, expressionless eyes tracked every single move I made, staring right through me like a predator observing a marked prey that had nowhere left to run.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably. I tried to steady them, forcing my fingers to straighten out as quickly as my body could carry me, but the sheer adrenaline coursing through my veins made every movement clumsy. I desperately began to straighten my clothes, feeling the heavy weight of his gaze burning into my flesh with every second that ticked by in the silent room.

I adjusted the hem of my shirt and pulled down the short fabric of my skirt. My breath hitched when my fingers brushed against my own chest. The cotton material over my boobs was visibly wrinkled, completely messed up from where his massive, calloused palm had just been gripping me, claiming my skin. The fabric was damp, stretched, and practically screaming the truth of what had just happened behind closed doors.

Panic flared deep in my stomach, a sharp, cold contrast to the burning heat between my thighs. If anyone saw me like this…if Ember saw me like this…there would be no explaining it away. The evidence of his touch was stamped all over my body. The thought of my best friend noticing the rumpled fabric over my breasts, or smelling the heavy, frostbitten pine scent of her own father clinging to my clothes, made my heart hammer violently against my ribs.

When I finally managed to pull myself together enough to move, I forced my trembling legs forward toward the exit. Every step felt like walking through wet cement. My body was screaming at me to turn back, to throw myself back over that desk and beg him to finish what he started, but the rational, terrified part of my mind pushed me toward the door.

I reached out, my slick palms barely able to get a grip, and pulled away the knob. The heavy oak door creaked open, and I practically threw myself out into the hallway, my chest rising and falling quickly in shallow, jagged gasps. I didn't look back. I couldn't. If I caught one more look at those pitch-black, possessive eyes, I knew I would lose whatever little control I had left.

The walk back to my room was a blur of pure panic and unresolved arousal. Every time the fabric of my wrinkled shirt rubbed against my sensitized n*****s, a sharp jolt of heat shot straight down to my cunt, making me drip even heavier against my bare skin. My wolf was pacing frantically inside my head, howling for the Alpha, furious that he had walked away, furious that he had left us empty.

When I finally reached my room, I pushed the door open, desperate to lock myself away in the dark. But the moment I stepped inside, my blood ran completely cold.

Ember was there.

She was sitting on the edge of my bed, swinging her legs, but the moment she saw me, she stopped. Her eyes narrowed instantly, scanning my disheveled appearance.

“Ama? Where have you been?” she asked, her voice carrying a sudden, sharp edge of curiosity that made my stomach twist into knots. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. And why are your clothes all messed up?”

I froze by the doorway, my mind racing to construct a believable lie while trying to block her from smelling the heavy scent of Alpha Varg that was practically radiating off my skin. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, using my hands to cover the wrinkled fabric over my boobs.

“I… I was just with your father in the office,” I stuttered out, forcing my voice to drop into a groggy, exhausted tone to match the excuse I was about to give. “Like he ordered me to before leaving you guys earlier.”

Ember’s posture stiffened slightly, remembering how abruptly her dad had cut off their conversation and sent me away. “Oh, yeah. Why did he keep you so long? What did he even say to you?”

“He just wanted to finalize his verdict about the party,” I lied smoothly, though my throat felt dry as bone. “He told me that after thinking it over, he’s changing his mind. He has allowed me to attend the gathering with you.”

The suspicion in Ember’s eyes flickered, replaced by a sudden wave of pure excitement. The fact that her father had completely reversed his strict stance against me going completely distracted her, just as I hoped it would.

“Seriously? He’s actually letting you go now?” Ember stood up, a bright smile breaking across her face as she walked over to me. “Wow! He spoke so harshly against it when I brought it up earlier. I can't believe he actually changed his mind for you. See? I told you he’d get used to you!”

She reached out, patting my shoulder playsomely, entirely oblivious to the fact that her father's frostbitten pine scent was practically burning through my clothes. “You need to rest up then, Ama. Since he gave us the green light, we have a lot of shopping to do if you’re going to be ready for the Alphas showing up. I’ll leave you to get some sleep.”

“Thanks, Emb,” I whispered, keeping my arms locked over my chest.

The moment she turned and left, stepping out into the hallway and letting the door click shut behind her, the fragile mask I was wearing completely shattered. I rushed to the door, turning the lock until it snapped into place, sealing me in the quiet isolation of my room.

The silence hit me like a physical blow.

I turned around, my back sliding down the heavy wood of the door until my ass hit the cold floor. I pulled my knees tightly against my chest, clutching my legs because that was the only thing I could do to keep myself from falling apart.

And then, the tears started flowing. Heavy, hot, and uncontrollable.

I cried. I sobbed into the empty room, the sound muffled against my denim skirt. But I wasn't just crying over the stinging, undeserved betrayal I had received from Gray in Oakhaven…the only man I had ever trusted, the only man I had ever thought of giving my virginity to before he brutally shattered my heart. I wasn't just crying over the fact that he had lied to me for three years, hiding his true identity as a royal wolf while treating me like a fool.

No. This pain was different. It was an ache that felt even worse than my terminal Silver Decay.

I was dying inside and outside. My body was failing from the illness, my strength draining with every passing day, yet my core was burning with a vicious, unholy hunger. I was dying to be touched. To be truly, brutally touched. To be f****d and broken by the man who had just left me shivering in his office.

The image of Varg's massive, towering frame replayed in my head like an unbreakable curse. I wanted to see his monster d**k break my cunt. I wanted him to rip away my virginity and mark me so deeply that the rest of the world vanished. I wanted his roughness, his dominance, his absolute control.

But all he ever did was touch the wetness on my p***y. He just tested my boundaries, slid his fingers against my soaked lips to check my purity, and then withdrew, leaving me completely suspended on the edge of a cliff. He was torturing me, using his absolute authority to keep me locked under his personal watch while refusing to give me the one thing my wolf was begging for.

I dragged myself up from the floor, my legs trembling, and threw myself onto the bed. I gripped my pillow tight, burying my face in the fabric, pressing my thighs together as the thick, heavy slick terribly soaked through my underwear and into my shorts. It was unbearable. The heat streaming between my legs was a raging fire, fueled by the terrifying realization that I was dripping shamelessly for my best friend’s Alpha Daddy.

I was trapped in a nightmare of my own making. If I couldn't have him, the ache would drive me insane before the Silver Decay even had the chance to kill me. But as I stared at the closed door, the lingering scent of frostbitten pine reminded me of his final words last time.

I'll be checking on you every day.

He wasn't done with me. Not by a long shot. And as the darkness of the evening began to creep into the room, I realized that surviving Alpha Varg’s dark obsession was going to be the most dangerous thing I’d ever have to do.