His Daddy’s Fated Mate

16: CCTV footage

Liam’s POV

The parlor was dim, bathed in the last rays of the setting sun. Shadows stretched across the walls, mirroring the weight that hung in the air. I stood tall, my presence commanding as always, but tonight, the responsibility settled heavier than usual.

James sat across from me, his posture tense yet attentive. As my beta, he was steadfast, but I could sense the strain behind his sharp eyes. Outside the parlor, the faint sound of Juliet’s subdued sniffles carried through the hall, a haunting echo of the fractures within their family.

I wasn’t blind to the turmoil. Juliet's tears weren’t just for Hannah’s absence they were the culmination of pride, guilt, and years of emotional distance. It was maddening. How could they not see what I did?

Hannah hadn’t run because she was rebellious or reckless; she ran because she was suffocating under the weight of their expectations. Instead of reflecting, her parents simmered in anger, their pride too thick to let them see the truth.

I shook off the thought. It wasn’t my place to mend their family, though a part of me hated being the catalyst for their fractured bond. But what choice did I have? Hannah’s safety was non-negotiable.

"James," I began, my voice firm, laced with authority. "We have a bigger issue at hand. Rogues were spotted near the border three nights ago three of them, hanging too close for comfort." I paced the room, letting my words settle before continuing. "This has gone unchecked for too long. I understand we’ve been reeling since Jane's passing, but now is not the time for hesitation."

James nodded, his expression hardening. "Understood, Alpha. I’ll increase patrols immediately. The borders will be fortified."

I paused, studying him. James was many things like stubborn, overbearing but he was fiercely loyal to this pack. Despite my frustrations with him, I trusted him to keep us safe.

“Good. I’m counting on you. Handle this swiftly and decisively."

James rose to his feet, his loyalty palpable in his squared shoulders and resolute gaze. "I won’t let you down, Alpha."

As he left, the room fell into silence. I leaned back against the desk, exhaling slowly. The pack's safety was secure for now, but the battle inside me was far from over.

****

I made my way back to my suite hurriedly while avoiding all the maids in the hallway because one stop and I'll snap at the unfortunate person at the receiving end. As I close the door behind me, I transfer the video to a much larger television in the room and take the remote with me to my large bed that is facing the TV.

Sending thanks to Moon Goddess that my room is soundproof, I forwarded the footage until it starts from where I was standing mere inches away from her. We were staring at one another with apparent lust in our eyes that I cannot only blame on the mating bond. This goes way deeper than that.

Gods, I feel like a pedophile doing this but since Moon Goddess didn't think so when she gave her to me, I'm gonna take it with a stride.

I was the one that fused our mouths together in a hard kiss, I shove her against the nearest wall beside the couch and lock her wrists above her head. I was so taller than her, bigger too that I covered her entirely. Addicted to her taste and the sound of my name on her full lips, I push my tongue inside and suck on hers until she writhes.

Whimpering, moaning, and so utterly pliable underneath my possessive touch. It feels like the whole thing is happening again and right now as I watch, my pants down to my knees and hard c**k in my palms as I work it up and down slowly. f*****g hell. Something must be really wrong with me.

When I peered into her face, her eyes conveyed the same desire, the same intense wantonness. The same potent lust. My patience snapped once I saw her eyes on my pants. The sweatshirt was showing the huge tent my c**k made. I was filled with utter desire to the point of pain. I recall that little piece.

Now, I can’t spend another breath without feeling her clenching around my d**k. My need is so dark and feral that my mind chants only one thought. Take her. Own her. Mark her. Bind her to me. Just like Moon Goddess had done. She wanted us to be. Forever. Soulmates.

Biting her bottom lip between my teeth, I soothe the sting away before kissing along her jaw, her neck, and stopping my mouth on her pounding pulse. Shivers dance on her smooth skin when I scrape my teeth on her collarbone before biting hard.

“Ahh… Alpha!” she screams, head thrown back. The fact that she doesn’t care if anyone hears her turns me the f**k on and calls to my depraved side.

"Call me Liam, Pookie." I whisper into her ear while biting her ear, tasting her milk and honey scent. Heaven. f*****g paradise.

And then… there’s no holding back. I untwist her hair from the messy bun she's made until the waves fall in rivulets down to her waist. Pushing her knees apart with my leg, I run my fingers up her naked thigh through the slit of her jumpsuit that is hanging by one shoulder. Damn.

With every inch I trace, the closer I get to the wet heat that I know will be dripping for me. Leaning back, I stare at her heavy-lidded eyes and roam mine down her delectable curves. “Were you secretly hoping to get f****d by me? Your Alpha?"

A ghost of a smile appears on her lips and she licks them before whispering, “Maybe.”

I knew she was drunk and I was too which is why we were flirting but for a second back there, it felt real. Like we knew this would happen.

"Is that so, Pookie?" I taunt, sliding my finger underneath her lace panties. The material, so wet that it sticks to her folds. “So f*****g soaked.”

Dipping one finger between her swollen slit, I glide it from her hidden c**t to her entrance and circle it teasingly. Her eyelashes flutter while she breathes heavily, making her pink red areolas peek from her shirts’ neckline. My mouth waters to taste those sweet red n*****s and I hate not being able to rip her shirt.

“Why are you torturing me, Alpha?” she whimpers, frustrated and horny.

I narrow my gaze and let her arms drop before circling her throat and fill her weeping p***y with two fingers to the hilt. I trust them so hard that my palm slaps on her c**t every time I bottom out.

“If anyone is in torture, it’s me from not being able to wrench your top down so I can suck on those hard n*****s. I’m the one in torture for not being able to tear this shirt into pieces just to gaze at that beautiful body."

At my dirty threat, she clenches around my still thrusting fingers. She and I both know I’ll never allow anyone to stare at her as long as I’m alive but like the naughty vixen, she gets off on the fantasy just the same. My c**k becomes as hard as granite with every moan I steal from her.

I stretch her hole for my girth by pushing another finger and hitting her inner bundle of nerves that has her grinding and moving her hips fast.

Full to the brim with three digits, yet she’s begging for more, her face twisted in pleasurable pain. I had an inkling that she was a virgin at the back of my mind but that was not going to stop me. No force on earth could do that.

“Good girl,” I rasp while flicking her c**t. “Ride my hand. Just like that.”

My eyes lower to her bouncing breasts in that white crop top while she clutches my shirt. I press closer and crush my mouth against her, swallowing the desperate moans. I finger f**k her harder and deeper until she tries to rise to her toes to escape my ruthless pace but my grip on her delicate neck doesn’t allow her.

“I-I’m going to come,” she mumbles against my lips just as her inner muscles clench.

When her rhythm falters and the blush on her skin spreads lower, I know she’s close. Tilting her jaw so I can see the pleasure swarm her pretty face, I pinch her c**t until she shudders violently. My innocent young mate.

“Scream my name, Pookie.”

“Liam!” that is it.

Her p***y spasms and jerks under the force of her climax. Her cries, echoing in the study for anyone to hear. When I pull out my fingers, they are glistening with her juices. Her eyes flick open when I push them between her parted lips.

My voice is hoarse as I command, “Taste yourself.”

Then I was cumming all over my sweatpants and hands, making a great deal of a mess on the bed. A groan and growled were wrenched from my throat as I continued to c*m for a long time then I deflated back in the bed while switching off the footage. f**k. This is pathetic. I haven't even watched till the time I bury my c**k inside of her.