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Daddy Alpha, Take Me

After losing her family in a brutal attack, Elena finds refuge within a reclusive pack led by Silas, a powerful and cold Alpha. Despite his fearsome reputation, Silas feels an inexplicable pull toward the grieving survivor. As Elena navigates her new life, she uncovers a dangerous conspiracy threatening the pack's safety. Bound by duty and a growing passion, Silas must protect Elena while she learns to embrace her destiny in a world of war.
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Chapter 4

~Nadia

The next morning, I woke up to the glowing sun seeping through the window, light rays pouring on my face.

I sat up on the bed and the first thing that came to my mind was him.

The man who was supposed to be like a father to me.

The man who made me drip on my panties without even touching me.

Alpha Lucian.

I stood up from the bed, my legs shaking, clit still throbbing.

I forced myself to the bathtub, took my bath quickly and stepped out, wiping the cold water off my skin. Wiping the dripping slick off my thighs.

I put on my strapless tube top and a very short skirt.

The skirt stopped high up my thighs, just below my ass cheeks.

Beneath the top was nothing but bouncing boobs and hard nipples, jiggling with every step I took out of the room.

I didn't care to apply makeup. My hair was messy, scattered all over my face.

I was ruined and filthy. I didn't want to hide it. I wanted him to see what his shadows did to me. How badly his scent got my pussy leaking.

I pulled the door knob and stepped out of the room.

That was when I heard low voices echoing down the hallway.

Curiosity tugged at me, and I followed the sound until three figures came into view.

Alpha Lucian walked beside Aiden, their heads bent in quiet discussion. Between them sat an older man in a wheelchair, his presence commanding despite his frail body.

His silver hair fell in thin strands over a deeply lined face, and his sharp eyes seemed to hold centuries of memory. The weight of time had bent his hands into a permanent tremor, yet his aura was anything but weak.

Elder Damian Cassius.

Even before Aiden gently pushed the wheelchair forward, I recognized him.

I was told he was once the beta of the Ashenhowl pack. He was a name spoken with reverence, his counsel respected by all. Age had stolen his strength, but not the authority that clung to him like a cloak.

Still, my attention didn’t linger on him. It stayed locked on Lucian.

Aiden was the first to notice me. He glanced up mid-conversation, his expression breaking into an easy smile that seemed to light his face.

“Nadia, don't stand there, come here,” he said,

I stepped forward, forcing a smile on my face.

Elder Damian looked at me with an adoring glint, his eyes crinkling at the corner as his thin lips curved into a smile.

I bent low in front of Elder Damian and he patted my back, rendering blessings.

I turned to Alpha Lucian, “Good morning, Daddy," I greeted and he stretched his hand for our usual morning hug.

Damn!

My heart pounded as I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around him, my hard nipples and boobs pressing to his hard chest.

He shuffled my hair and I moaned, my pussy beginning to leak again.

I pulled back.

“Okay, dad, I will see Elder Damien out."

Alpha Lucian nodded and Aiden carefully pushed Elder Damien away, the ruffling sound of the wheelchair disappearing into the distance, leaving me and Daddy Lucian alone in the hallway.

My legs shook as I stood in front of him, clit throbbing hard between my legs.

I couldn't stop myself from looking at him.

He was a perfect Alpha with perfect build.

He never wore a shirt. Except he was going for a meeting at council.

Today he was only wearing a small singlet that barely fitted his big muscles and arms.

Like he knew how that made me feel.

How the sight of his bare chest made my clit leak.

He had sweat clinging on his skin, his chest beating too fast. I noticed.

I could fucking see it.

I looked down at my legs and my slick was thinking down my thighs again, the spot glistening.

He could see it.

I knew it.

My skirt was so short, nothing was hidden. My pussy leaked, lips swollen, pounding hard against my thighs.

I knew he could see it.

He could fucking see everything.

Of course he knew I wasn't dripping for Aiden or anyone else. It was for him.

I couldn't stand his scent. It made me tremble. It made my knees weak. It made my pussy pound tirelessly.

I didn't move closer.

I wanted him to make the first move.

I wanted him to show me he could see my vulnerability.

I wanted him to whisper to my ears that he knows I'm his fucking mate while shoving his cock deep inside my core, fucking me mercilessly.

I tightened my lips, hoping silently.

Hoping he would move one step toward me, lift my skirt and insert one of those big fingers deep inside my pussy.

But nothing.

He did nothing.

Just stared at me like I was a fucking ghost.

Like the slick running down my thighs was invisible.

Like he couldn't see how pale my face had become from restless nights and days of fucking myself with tiny fingers.

I stepped back.

He watched me. Silently.

Tears were almost dropping from my eyes but I held it back.

I couldn't understand why he would gain pleasure in watching his own little girl suffer so much.

I ran back to my room, slammed the door as hard as I wanted my daddy Alpha to slam my pussy with his balls.

I fell on the bed, face down, legs spread, fingers ready.

I flinged my arm between my thighs, throwing two fingers straight inside my pussy.

I stroked hard, remembering his stares, remembering the way my soft boobs pressed to his hard chest when I hugged him.

Fuck.

I stroked harder, my palm slamming on my clit, my liquids pouring on the bed.

The door silently creaked open, the smell of pine suddenly sneaking inside my nose.

I noticed. But I didn't stop.

I went harder.

Ass lifted to the air, legs spread wider, fingers going in harder.

Still not enough.

I jumped out of bed, scattering through my makeup tools like a lunatic, looking for nothing specific.

So in line! I found my blush brush.

Slim. Fairly long. Smooth tip.

Just like a cock.

It wouldn't do but at least it was better than my finger.

I flopped onto the bed again and took the tip of the brush and inserted it inside my pussy.

I moaned, taking it deeper, fucking and hitting my core continuously.

I squeezed my own boobs, pinching my nipples very tight, moaning real moans.

My pussy hurt but no orgasm. Not yet.

I continued, going harder. Deeper.

Just then, it shot out of my pussy in a thin string…my cum…right on my duvet.

I fell on the bed, arms and legs weak, the brush still inside my pussy, my juices rolling down it.

But then there was a brief knock on the door. It swung open almost immediately and Aiden stepped in.

“What the fuck!" I exclaimed.

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