Marked by My Best Friends Dad

KIRA’S POV I grabbed a cover of my favourite magazine, wolf fashion, and lay softly on the bed, flipping through the pages quietly while enjoying a cup of tea. My favourite thing to do to pass time when I’m bored. “I can’t believe Lena left me to hang out with her stupid boy toy” I say to myself as I roll my eyes in annoyance. Lena, my best friend and whose house I was currently staying at for the weekend, had abandoned our Friday night plans to comfort her so-called “boyfriend” because he was sad about his pet dying. “We’ll hang out the whole of tomorrow Kira, right now he needs me more than ever” I kept replaying her words in my head. Ugh. I’d just enjoy the night alone, in this big house, with no one to talk to. I quickly checked my phone to see if I was on the list of people who were accepted for this year's elite combat training. “They haven’t released the list yet”. I sighed. It has been my dream ever since I turned 18 last year. I wasn’t able to apply due to my family splitting and the emotional toll it took on me, so I decided to apply this year after I turned 19. Besides they’d probably pick 19 to 21 year olds over those that just turned 18. Only a few people who applied when they just turned 18 were picked for the training. “I really hope they pick me, I need a break from all the negative energy I’ve been having since last year”. I closed my phone and continued flipping through the pages of the magazine. Suddenly I heard the main door open downstairs. My senses became heightened. I tiptoed to the room door and opened it slightly, peeping through it to see who had entered the house. I calmed down a bit when I saw Damien, Lena’s Dad. This would be the second time I was seeing him, the first being two years ago when I visited Lena for the first time. He was quite intimidating. My eyes lingered on him longer than they should have and I quickly closed the door when he noticed me staring. I ran back to the bed and tried to calm myself down, my heart was palpitating. That was… strange. I brushed it off and continued reading the magazine. A few minutes later I felt this wave or sensation wash over me. I couldn’t explain the feeling, it felt like a tickle and a rough touch at the same time. I wrapped myself in the sheets and tried calming myself down. “What’s happening” I said to myself confused, sweat beads forming on my forehead and back. I felt something go down my spine making my whole body tingle, then came an ache. It started small, throbbing in my lower belly, oddly it didn’t cause me any pain, it caused something more dangerous. The ache spread outwards to my thighs. I clenched them together but it didn’t stop, it only worsened. “What the hell…?”. I said in a faint whisper, kicking the covers violently. I put my palms against my chest, I could feel my heart beating fast, my breathing becoming heavy and ragged. I ached in places I had no words for. I continued rubbing my thighs together but soon realised that it only made the aching feeling worse. I let out a frustrated whimper while still trying to calm myself down. My body temperature went up, despite the cool weather. “Maybe I just need a drink?”. I said, my voice had become hoarse. I bit my lip as I tried standing up. My knees buckled as I sank to the ground, breathing heavily. I couldn’t even walk My wolf howled inside me. She sounded desperate and needy. She was literally clawing at the edges of my mind. I knew this wasn’t arousal, I’ve been aroused before, but this… this was different. It was new and I couldn’t fathom it. My wolf was desperate for touch, and I didn’t know how to stop it. My night gown suddenly felt itchy and suffocating. I felt my fangs grow out and I started tearing the gown apart. I stopped myself, my night gown in ruins and whatever was left of it barely covered my entire body. My breathing became normal, for a second I felt like I was in control, like it was over, then it hit me again. This time it was stronger. I bit my lip trying to stop a moan from escaping from my mouth. It was agonizing and uncontrollable. My wolf howled again, it felt like it was begging to be ravaged. Then the realization hit me, this was it, my first heat. Lena had told me about it, she said it would be intense. This was more than I had imagined. But wait…. She said it would only be triggered when I got in close proximity with my mate. “Argh”. I screamed in frustration. I gathered enough strength to stand up. I staggered as I walked towards the door. I didn’t know where I was going. I stopped at the door of the guest room and went in, closing the door behind me with force. I went to the far ends of the room and sat in the corner. “M-make it stop”. I said as my wolf howled even louder. I held my head with both hands and bit my lip. Every inch of my body ached. I craved intimacy, just a simple touch to quench whatever fire was stirring up within me. I didn’t even have a mate, no bond had been created, so why now? And why here of all places? I looked around and saw a glance of myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes looked wild, my lips were parted and bitten red. My hands trembled uncontrollably. Suddenly my nose caught a thick scent. Whatever was stirring up in me before had been completely awakened. I heard footsteps coming towards the door and the door knob twisted. The door opened slowly and a tall figure approached me. The scent became thicker, whoever had entered the room was my mate. The figure stepped into the part of the room where the moonlight illuminated and I saw him. Damien Veil, my bestfriend’s father….. Fuck!