Crazy Mating: Daddy Alphas on My Bed

MY HUSBAND IS…WHAT?

MIA

He’s getting closer, and I’m still not dead.

Why is this happening to me?

Finally, he takes his stance in front of us. One long breath fills my nostrils with the scent of his cologne; a rich oud scent that makes my stomach tingle.

I shouldn’t be able to smell him this much. He’s my father-in-law.

“Mia,”

Hell. Even the way my name rolls off his tongue rattles my knees. I’m definitely going to pass out from first hand embarrassment.

“Where’s your phone?” He asks, his dark eyes scanning me.

Hi?

Hello?

How are you doing?

I’m fine, and you?

What am I thinking? I can’t expect him to ask all that, or act like he cares about how I’m doing. He’s never liked me at all.

“My…my purse.”

“And you didn’t pick up because?” He frowns, even more irritated than usual.

“I—“

I must have gotten carried away.

“I got distracted, forgot to check my phone.”

His stare sweeps over the items in my hands. For a brief, and I mean very brief second, his lips curve into a tiny smile. It disappears almost immediately, leaving me wondering if it was all in my head.

He looks to his right and motions to a worker.

I try to listen to what he’s saying, but the sound of my own heartbeat won’t let me.

In a matter of seconds, the lady brings a trolley over to me and takes the goods with a smile, one by one, until my hands are free.

They fall to my sides.

“Let’s go.”

Two words.

That’s all he says before he turns his back to me and begins to walk towards the counter.

He hasn’t said why he’s here yet. He should be at the airport, picking West up.

Nevertheless, I walk closely behind him. His height and build make it impossible to see anything beyond him.

As the leader of the Dark Lords, the leading motorcycle club of our pack, Xander is known to be six feet and seven inches of pure, heavy muscle that always shows through everything he wears.

“Uhmm, who is he?”

Tanya nudges me with her elbow when Xander puts in his card to pay for everything we got…including my s*x toys.

“My…father-in-law. West’s dad.”

Tanya gasps.

“f**k. This is weird.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Is he single?”

She bats her lashes at me.

How do I tell her? Not only is he painfully single—at least from what I know—he’s also the most infuriating man I have ever met, with an incredibly long mean streak, and he also doesn’t deserve someone as nice as her. Or anyone, at all.

“Actually, he…”

“I’m driving you home.”

That’s the fourth thing he’s said since he arrived here, in the same annoyed tone as everything else.

I give Tanya a brief hug and hurry after him. He doesn’t bother to look back, to check if I’m following behind.

Like I said, he hates my guts.

And he still hasn’t said why he’s here.

Did West send him to pick me up after he arrived? Xander wouldn’t do that. He’s not that nice to anyone.

How did he know where I…?

Never mind. The Dark Lords have eyes and ears in every nook and cranny of the pack. All it’ll take is one phone call for him to find me, as long as I was on Blackwater soil.

He pulls the car door open without saying a word, staring at me with a bored look on his face.

My hands roll into fists, but I don’t hesitate. He can— and will — drive away and leave me here alone.

I settle into the front seat, clutching my bag of s*x toys closely to my chest.

I hate that he caught me at such a vulnerable moment. What does he think of me now?

And why should I care?

Still, this is embarrassing.

Would he mention it to West?

West definitely cares what his father thinks, even though he tries to hide it. Could that be one of the reasons he always looks sad? Maybe he knows his dad doesn’t like me and wonders why?

Or does he regret marrying me?

I shouldn’t be thinking about this, or about Xander at all, but my eyes continue to drift towards him as he drives.

I can’t seem to stop looking at him.

One hand rests on the steering wheel, and the other on the gear shift. I notice the way his fingers curl around it, the veins running along the back of his hands tighten every time he shifts gears.

The base of his throat flexes when he checks his side mirror. My eyes trace the line of it, down to the bare skin of his chest, exposed by the two undone buttons of his black shirt.

I’m too aware of his presence, more than I’ve ever been before.

My wolf stirs, and I shove her back down so hard, I hear her whimper.

The haze must be making her go crazy.

I need air.

The air conditioning has filled my nostrils with his scent. It hits me with a daze, making my head spin.

Everything suddenly feels so bright. I close my eyes for a second, hoping it’ll clear my mind.

The darkness behind my eyelids shifts into something else.

He’s there.

Xander.

In my thoughts. Shirtless, and every inch of his skin glows with oil. Including…including his big shaft, which he strokes slowly with a grin on his face, and intense desire in his eyes.

Desire for…

“Mia,” he calls my name, tilting his head backwards as his hand fists his shaft.

Oh my God.

“Mia.”

I press my thighs firmly together.

“Mia.”

What am I thinking?

“Stop!”

I scream and force my eyes open.

Beads of sweat trickle down my forehead. I can feel him staring at me.

My right leg is crossed over my left, and I squeeze tight. The friction in my core makes my mouth water. My panties are sticking to my folds.

Please, not here. Not now.

I can’t look at him after the dirty thoughts that just filled my mind.

This is the haze’s fault. Yes. It’s definitely making me go crazy. Why else would I have fantasies about my husband’s father who definitely hates me? The feeling is mutual. It has been mutual.

I just need to get out of this car, and into the house my husband, West, HIS SON, will be waiting for me.

But when I look ahead, West’s car is nowhere to be found in the garage.

I turn to Xander.

“West isn’t back yet? He should have landed an hour ago. You should have gone to pick him up before coming to the mall.”

I reach for my purse in the back seat.

“I should call him, tell him we’re on our way.”

“Mia,”

Xander’s touch on my shoulder stops me cold.

I don’t like it, any of it.

Not the heat that rushes through me, or the soft tone of his voice.

I’m used to his snarkiness, not this…

Whatever this is.

I whip my head to look at him.

For the first time in three years, Xander Blackthorne doesn’t stare at me with irritation.

Instead, it’s concern that shines through his gaze.

Something…something is wrong.

“West isn’t coming home today.” He says.

I blink, my heart racing. I don’t like where this is going.

“I don’t…what are you?”

“His plane crashed.”

No.

“His body,” he sucks in a deep breath.

“His body wasn’t found.”