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Boycotting Mum's Marriage: Alpha Daddy is Mine Novel Cover

Boycotting Mum's Marriage: Alpha Daddy is Mine

Yes. Curse me. Call me anything! This was wrong, dirty, and forbidden, but heavens know i dont give a fuck! He was my stepfather- Mum’s beloved husband and his students’ most jovial Professor Elias, but here with me, he’s my boy... “Spread it wider, mummy.” His hot voice fanned my thighs, “Let Eli wipe that wet floor.” “Arrrghh!” I yelled immediately his tongue touched my skin. “Moreee,” i didnt know when it escaped my lips subconsioulsy. His tongue was everything I needeed to diffuse me and reset my brain back to factory settings. I could feel myself getting closer to climaxing, his little gunts as he savoured my juices were gold. “Please….” I had to plead for his entrance. “Finger me” He wasn’t stopping, and I’d almost thought he wouldn’t stop when IT slipped into my wet cunt. “Fawwwwk!” It stopped until I was ready to assimilate it, then slowly, his finger slid in and out, getting me closer and closer until my sanity couldn’t sit still anymore. Pulling him by his long hair, I made him get up, even though the finger was still in me. “Fuck me harder, my boy.” “Mummy, this is a school…” The thrust slowed down. “Anyone could come in.” Damn! How much I hate being reminded that this was a school. We weren’t free at home as mum was always there to hug and make me jealous. Most of the time, we were alone after school, lodging in hotels and quickies at night or early morning before my mum woke up. This is not who I was three months ago. Three months ago, I was Love Daminimy mother’s daughter the school nerd and class president. But now, i was his pet, his mummy, his deadly secret. “Elias Marshmallow, will you marry me?”
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Chapter 5

ELIAS’S POV

Mom’s dead silence only meant only one thing — anger.

“Mrs Marsh, are you not happy to see your son today?” I beamed trying to sound enthusiastic. “Why is your face so…”

“Eli, what is going on between you and that girl!?”

As if I knew this would be her first question.

“Mum. You married Cece for me, I didn’t even know what she looked like until last week! What are you expecting to happen between her daughter and me?”

She leaned beside her car, the look on her face not welcoming.

“I heard she’s still a college student. I will tell Cece to transfer her to the school dorms or rent a house for her outside”

My heart dropped. “Mum! Why would you do that? We were leaving perfectly fine like you wanted, right?”

“She’s an adult! I don’t trust these nowadays kids.” She looked away, but the worry on her face was unavoidable.

For some reason, I felt a sense of guilt.

‘She badly wants to see you get married,’ my wolf pointed out. ‘I can feel her desperation’

I swallowed hard, grabbed her hand, and pulled her cheeks.

“Are you jealous on Cece’s behalf? You should have thought of all this before getting married to her. She’s years older than me”

Mum snorted. “If you had listened to me when you were her age you would have a daughter as tall as that by now. All you know is to pet and study plants. Where has that taken you now?”

“Mum…”

She snapped her hand away from me. “Focus on getting her pregnant! I want a grandchild before the end of this year and if you can’t give me that, don't call me your mother anymore!”

She turned to her car, ready to leave.

But the expression on her face didn’t look like she was ready to leave.

How would I give her what she wanted?

“Mrs Marsh. Give me some time. I don't love Cece. You arranged everything so quickly, I didn't even know the type of wolf she was until her daughter told me!”

She turned sharply. “You’re on talking terms with her daughter? Eli, do you know the meaning of what you are doing?”

I stepped back.

Staying too long is useless.

“I will work on what you said Mum, have a nice time driving back home.”

“Eli, I want a grandchild!”

“Damini could be your grandchild” I didn’t smile this time to show her I wasn't interested in this conversation anymore. “I’d bring her over to spend the weekend with you.”

I turned to leave.

“The pack” Mum called back after me. “You didn’t say anything about it”

I stopped but didn’t look back. “I'm a rogue… no. We are rogue now. We don’t belong to any pack!”

“Eli!”

“Goodbye Mrs Marsh”

••••

Everything that transpired between Mum and me was temporarily forgotten the moment I laid my eyes on Damini’s hot body at school.

“Shall we complete what we started, Love?” The smell of her panties is also getting harder for me.

She curled her leg, not minding the scattered assignment sheets. “This office room is not enough to ride you, Eli”

“But enough for me to worship that cunt.”

I didn’t waste any time, I got on my knees and slid her panties down slowly.

Mum, the pack, the college, Cece, and anyone else could come later.

She swung her head back, the low moans setting my wolf on fire as we both morphed together to eat Damini out.

“Fuck it, Eli. You’re so good at this” Her squeezed my hair.

I took a break to look up to her obediently. “For you alone, Love”

In my past life in New York before coming here I never had any serious romantic relationships.

Women felt uninteresting in those days. All I wanted was to get my darn certificate and get a job.

But with Damini, who was twelve years younger than me, I feel like doing the naughtiest things with her.

“The bell for next class will soon ring, shall we stop?” Her voice was quivering.

I kissed her hole goodbye before rising to my feet to explore her mouth.

She pulled me closer than usual, her body shaking under mine as we kissed.

I couldn’t understand my own body reactions either.

None of us wants to let go.

“I..” She breathed out when we finally broke out of each other’s breath. “I love you, Eli. Can…Can we stay like this for longer?”

She looked so small as she said this.

This wasn’t Damini — my stepdaughter talking. This was Damini — My mate pleading.

I pinned her closer, savoring her scent. “Be my guest, Love. Let’s sin together in love. Let’s fight for this, even if the world throws stones at us”

“Will Mum ever forgive me?”

Her words felt like a punch to my heart.

Will Mum forgive me too? She wanted a grandchild, a daughter-in-law….

“Will the world accept us?” She asked again, now whimpering. “If my dad were alive, he would have accepted.”

Slowly, I released her. “I’m here, Love.” Placing a kiss on her forehead. “We shall walk on the hot coals together… no. I will walk on the hot coals, carrying you protectively in my arms”

“You…sure?”

“Never been so sure”

“You wouldn’t get tired of me?”

“Not while there’s still life in my body.”

She refused to untangle me until a knock interrupted. We quickly controlled ourselves.

Halfway to the next class, my phone rang from Cece.

“Mrs Marsh is back again, Honey” She said.

I blinked. “Mum came back? Why? For what reason?”

“I…I don’t know. She came with her bags, so when you’re coming back, please call Damini and pick her up….”

“Wait. I should pick Dami from school?” I blinked, didn't she know she’s my student? “What school?”

She went silent for a while. “Call her up and ask. Two of you buy more groceries while coming back”

Then she ended the call.

“That pathetic….” I stopped realizing I was in front of the class. “Let’s continue…”

A mother who doesn’t know where her daughter schools?

‘Love Damini,’ Her picture flashed in my head. ‘What kind of life did you live in the past?’

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