Claimed by Alpha Zane

I let out a throaty gasp with his full length inside me, my body vibrating with every thrust. He claimed my lips within seconds stopping my breathing leaving hot open mouthed kisses along my jaw and whispered into my ears “You feel so good baby” his voice strained as he continued pumping into me. His rough callous hands squeezed my thighs and his green eyes met mine. I tangled up my fingers into his short gold hair about to kiss him when the shrill sound of my alarm clock woke me from my steamy dream. My eyes shot open and the lingering heat of desire kissed my skin lightly. With my chest still heaving in an attempt to steady my rattled heart, I pressed my thighs together to keep my throbbing core at bay. A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I stretched my hand blindly to turn off the consistent ringing. Tumbling off my bed I crashed hard on the floor with an oomph. I've been having the same dream for almost three weeks now. Although I'm not complaining about the moist it left in my panties but the man in my dreams was someone I had never seen before. Yet almost every night I dreamt of him fucking my brains out. Each time more intensely than the last. A sigh escaped my lips before I picked myself off the ground and walked lazily to the toilet, my head still ringing from the fall. Showering and slipping on a pair of jeans and crop top, I rushed downstairs for breakfast. “Good morning dad” I greeted as I approached the kitchen. “Mornin’ kiddo. How'd you sleep” he said without looking up from the table, placing a plate of eggs on them Heat crept up my face recalling the dream I had but I desperately ignored the feeling “Dad… I'm almost eighteen. I think we can loose the nickname” “Never” he said with a beaming smile. You'll always be my little girl” leaning over, he planted a kiss on my forehead. “You ready?” he called from the living room with the rest of our luggage on his shoulders. I quickly finished the last bite of my breakfast and nodded, grabbing my jacket. As I stepped outside, I stole one last look at the house. My dad was a delta. And ever since my mom died, he'd been taking on assignments that required us to move a lot. But we were finally going home to our pack. “Seatbelt kiddo” my thoughts were drawn back to my dad. His frown lines were more visible lately and I know he was worried but tried not to show it. I sighed, fumbling with the strap until I heard the click. I leaned back, staring out the window, my thoughts drifting. He gave me a fleeting look before zooming off. Going home felt surreal. Would my old friends recognize me? Did they already meet their wolves? I hadn’t. Seven years, and I still hadn’t awakened mine. I didn't know what to expect. It was enough time for someone to change. I knew things couldn't be the same as they were, frozen in time, but I also didn't want them to change too much. “Nina…” my dad's voice reeled me back into reality. “Did you hear what I just said” “What?” “I said going back home night be good for you… you'll get to connect to your roots and you might get lucky and finally awaken your wolf” “I don't think so dad. Maybe I wasn't just meant to. Something is wrong with me.” I murmured avoiding his gaze “Hey, hey, hey” “Don't say that. You are strong and beautiful and smart. You'll get your wolf in time kiddo” I knew my dad was just trying to comfort me but I still felt indifferent. His wolf awakened when he was thirteen. He was a prodigy serving under the former alpha and now his son. I gnawed at my bottom lip to stop the dam threatening to explode. “Oh kiddo, don't cry” my dad stretched out his hand to wipe off the tear I didn't know I was already shedding, his gaze was sympathetic as he gave me a sad smile. I buried my face in his palm, letting out sniffles before looking outside the windshield. My eyes widened “Dad look out!” I was too late. Before my dad could take control of the situation our car hurtled out of control, tumbling across the road. My head snapped back, my ears ringing from the crash of metal and shattering glass. A deafening bang sounded, and the world went black. ***** The wails of dismembered wolves were deafening and the air reeked of burnt flesh. Fire danced across the buildings of an unfamiliar terrain, casting everything in a hellish glow. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I tried to breathe through the thick smoke. My blurry vision trailed towards the chaos, I limped forward searching for someone. A sharp pain exploded in my chest, I clutched the silver dagger adorned with sapphire that was driven into me. I fell to my knees looking up at my attacker but it was all shadows, I couldn't make out a face. A lump was caught in my throat, dread washed over my being tearing my sanity apart till I laid at the feet of my attacker, helplessly as life slowly drained out of me. ***** The sound came back to me first. Muffled voices. A high-pitched ringing in my ears accompanied by dizziness and disorientation. I blinked my eyes a couple of times, clearing them of white powder. “She's awake Xavier” I faintly heard a voice amidst the chaos in my head. A large hand wrapped around me almost crushing my frame. A sigh left my dad's lips before he spoke. “You scared me kiddo” his voice was fragile, laced with relief. “Wh-what happened?” I said hoarsely “An accident. I didn't see the truck till it was too late” his lips were tight, his eyes filled with guilt. I put my hand in his shoulder squeezing lightly “It wasn't your fault dad. See, I'm fine” “You were healing slower than usual and I was worried sick” he said as his forehead crumpled. “We were able to get you here on time thanks to Dr Sarah” I furrowed my brows “What do you mean?” “There weren't any broken bones or internal injuries but you were unconscious for three days” I just hummed as a response. I wasn't really surprised at my incompetence. I couldn't even heal myself. “I'm fine now dad, you don't need to worry anymore” I gave him a small smile “You can skip school tomorrow if you don't feel like it, take some time to rest” “Dad… I'm fine… really” my dad gave me a hesitant look before standing up from my bed and going to meet the pack doctor. They both left my new room after the doctor examined me for the hundredth time. I tried to force myself back to sleep, but after a while of tossing and turning in my bed, I finally gave up on the idea. I huffed and rolled out of my bed throwing on my track suit. I needed to clear my head if I was going get any sleep before school. My injuries were already healed so it wouldn't be much of an issue. I couldn't risk looking like a raccoon with dark circles around my eyes. Deciding not to go through the front door because of my father's ever watchful eye, I slid open my window and snuck out.