Mated to My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy

All-consuming Heat

~ALPHA VARG

The heavy, dark silence of my private quarters was shattered by the harsh, vibrating ring of the secure line on my desk. I didn't need to look at the caller ID to know who it was. The Council. Elite elders who sat in their high tower, entirely detached from the raw, feral realities of running a frontline pack like the Iron-Howl.

I scooped up the receiver, my voice a low, gravelly rumble. “Speak.”

The voice on the other end was clipped, dripping with administrative urgency. A sudden border dispute near the outer rings of the territory required my immediate signature and presence at the auxiliary pack house within the hour. It was tedious pack business, the kind of political distraction I usually handled with clinical efficiency.

“I’m on my way,” I growled, slamming the phone back onto its cradle.

I moved with the rapid, practiced precision of a warrior. I tore off my sweatpants and pulled on a fresh pair of dark tactical trousers, a heavy leather belt, and a fitted black button-down shirt. I didn't bother fastening the top three buttons; the constriction felt too tight against my throat, my wolf already restless from the suffocating responsibilities of leadership. I buckled my watch, grabbed my keys, and strode out of the room, my heavy boots thudding against the floor with a measured, dominant rhythm.

I was an Alpha. My mind was supposed to be locked on the Council, on border security, on the lineage of my pack.

But the moment I stepped onto the grand staircase, my logical world completely evaporated.

The scent hit my nostrils first. It wasn't the usual smell of the pack house…the wax, the old wood, the scent of the maids cleaning. It was her. It was a thick, intoxicating wave of sweet, primal jasmine mixed with a raw, heavy heat that made my fangs ache behind my gums.

I froze on the landing, my dark eyes cutting down toward the open-concept kitchen below.

Amaris was there.

She was alone at the counter, her back turned to the staircase. My jaw clenched so hard the muscles in my face felt like stone. She was wearing a sheer blue dress that draped over her curves like a second skin, leaving the delicate, bare line of her back completely exposed to the cool air. It was a vision that struck me with the force of a physical blow.

The dress was dangerously high up her thighs, exposing her tight p***y, her ass cheeks, and the enticing, soft lines of her curves like a slut b***h who needed a c**k. It was a blatant invitation, an unfiltered temptation right in the middle of my home.

Look away, my human mind demanded. You have responsibilities. You have the Council waiting.

But my wolf didn't care about politics or border disputes. The animal rose to the surface, its possessive instincts sharpening my senses. With every step I took down those stairs, her intoxicating scent pulled my attention toward her, an invisible, magnetic tether dragging me straight into her space.

Before I could even realize my own movement, my boots deviated from the path toward the front door. The Council could wait. The world could burn. Right now, there was only the raging fire radiating from her.

The kitchen floor didn't creak under my weight; I moved with the silent, lethal grace of a predator closing the distance. As I drew near, the details overwhelmed whatever little restraint I had left. Her skin was damp, glistening under the warm kitchen lights, and her dark hair was wet, curling against her shoulder blades as she prepared a meal. She was focused entirely on her task, unaware of the massive shadow falling over her.

I stepped so close that the air between us crackled with a sudden, electric heat.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Amaris took an instinctive, panicked step backward. Her small, fragile frame bumped right into my solid, unyielding chest.

She didn't turn around immediately. She just froze. Her entire body went rigid, her breath catching in her throat so sharply I could hear the frantic, erratic rhythm of her heart. She knew it was me. My heavy Alpha aura was already wrapping around her, thick and suffocating, pushing a command into her veins that she couldn't ignore.

In a moment of pure, raw impulse, I leaned down, bringing my face right to her neck, shifting it to the side. I breathed her in, the scent of jasmine and rain filling my lungs until my head spun. My breath tickled her bare skin, making her tremble violently against me.

Slowly, without a shred of gentleness, my hand rose. I reached around her waist and grabbed her boob, my big palm cupping her breast completely, squeezing it with an unyielding possessiveness.

A loud, shameless moan escaped her lips, vibrating straight through my chest and shattering the last of my composure.

I trailed my hand over her skin, marking her as mine, feeling her stance change instantly under my touch. She arched back, leaning her weight into me, and I felt the exact moment she realized what she was doing to me. My hard monster d**k was standing rock-hard behind her, pressing firmly against her soft ass through my trousers. I was leaking for her, my pulse hammering in my throat, my instincts screaming at me to do what a predator does best.

With every second my hard monster pressed against her body, the raw intention in my head grew darker. I wanted to just rip that sheer dress up, pin her against the kitchen counter, and f**k her until she was broken. I wanted to destroy her virginity right here, and mark her so deeply the entire pack would smell my ownership on her.

But the logical Alpha inside me clawed its way back to the surface. The pack. The Council. The absolute chaos that would erupt if my daughter walked in on her father breaking her best friend in the kitchen.

With a guttural groan that tore at my throat, I held myself back. I forced my hands to release her, abruptly pulling away from her heat and stepping back into the shadows of the hallway.

The sudden loss of contact left the room feeling freezing cold. Amaris stumbled slightly against the counter, her chest heaving desperately, her head falling back as she tried to catch her breath. She looked completely ruined, her eyes wide with a mix of hunger and confusion.

I forced my expression to harden into a cold, impenetrable mask.

"Get changed," I commanded, my voice a low, gravelly rumble that left no room for argument. "And stay inside until I return."

Without waiting for her to respond, I turned on my heel and strode out of the kitchen, heading for the front door. My hands were clenched into tight fists, the adrenaline still making my body vibrate. I stepped out into the garage, bleeding out a heavy breath, trying to force my wolf back into its cage.

I climbed into my SUV, ignited the engine, and threw the car into reverse. I needed to get to the auxiliary pack house and clear my head before this dark obsession completely consumed me.

But as I drove out of the primary gates and onto the main territory road, my headlights caught a flash of movement in the rear-view mirror.

A vehicle was parked down the block, completely unlit, sitting just outside the boundary of the Pack House estate. As I sped past, the driver's side window rolled down slightly. Through the darkness, I caught the unmistakable scent of a high-ranking pack member…and the glint of a camera lens aimed directly at the kitchen windows.

Someone from the elite circle was spying on my home. And if they had been watching the kitchen, they had seen exactly what the Alpha did to his daughter's best friend.