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Daddy Alpha, Take Me

Hold on, don't scroll. Let's quickly give this book a rating. 70% sex, 80% betrayal and 100% twist you would never be able to predict! Yup, you read that right! Tighten your belt and let me take you into the world of Nadia, a weak Omega, and her fated mate, Alpha Lucian…the very man bound to the shadows of her mother’s death. But she doesn't know it yet. To the pack, she’s nothing. To fate, she’s everything. And standing between her and the ruthless Alpha is Aiden, her childhood friend, Lucian’s son, the boy who’s always loved her. But Nadia’s heart betrays her. No matter how much safety Aiden offers, it’s his father…the man she should hate for tied secrets. But her soul craves him..no matter how hard her body tries to resist. Every choice she makes, every hard sex she has with his father threatens to rip the pack apart, turning friendship into rivalry, love into war, and desire into something dangerously irresistible. Because when the weakest Omega is tied between a son’s devotion and a father’s dark desires, someone’s heart will shatter… and someone’s blood will spill. for her mother's death.
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Chapter 6

~Nadia

My breath caught as I looked up at him, the air seizing around my lungs.

My back was pressed against the wall now. There was nowhere to move. No where to run to.

He caged me with his big arms pinned to the wall on either side of my head.

“Why are you here?" He asked, voice dropping low and deadly.

"I-I…"

“You came here to look for something you think is truly yours. Something you won't be able to take if I give it to you.”

My heart paused for a second, pussy leaking without breaks, shamefully rolling down my thighs.

His eyes dropped down to my boobs. Then my legs.

And finally,

Finally he saw me

Dripping for him.

“You get yourself worked up day and night because of me,” he spat, his words dropping stiffly down my spine.

I shivered.

One hand dropped on my thighs. He gripped them with a firm seductive hold. One that made me quiver right in his hands.

He noticed.

Then he trailed it upward. High up my thighs, hovering just around my pussy.

My breath paused.

No air.

Everything ceased.

Except my stomach curling low and hot.

The nerves under my skin begging for something they might not know how to control.

His hands touched my slick. Rubbed on it.

Then he clenched his teeth and his voice dropped again.

Sexily. deadly.

“You’re soaked…for your daddy.”

Oh fuck. That word.

Daddy.

The next blink, I was in the air, his grip firmly on the neck of my shirt, holding me up.

Not just his grip.

His hard abs too.

Oh, lord help me.

I could feel him. His scent became tighter in my lungs, the heat from his body seeping into mine without mercy.

His hands reached under my skirt and he touched my pussy.

I gasped.

He parted my pussy lips with his big fingers, my slick dropping on his hand.

“You want me, huh?"

I barely nodded.

“You think you can take me?"

He pushed his hips into me and his cock pressed into my stomach. I gasped.

He was huge.

So fucking huge.

His meat was thick.

Not hard. Not yet.

He pressed it into my stomach again and I squealed.

“You're untouched. And you want me to be the one who ruins your tight little virgin cunt.” he tapped my pussy lips brutally.

I moaned. No real words could escape my lips.

He pressed his cock to me again.

Harder this time.

“But you're too young for me. So fucking young. I literally raised you. Guarded you while you took your bath because I didn't want any mother fucker from this pack harming you.” He said.

“You'd come to me and ask me to help you wipe your back because your hands were too short to reach. And I'll do it gladly. No negative thoughts. Just the eyes of a father who would stop at nothing to protect his daughter.”

His words stung me.

“But today, here you are, barging into my wing, searching desperately for my cock,”

I swallowed, my pussy lips clenching on nothing.

I badly wanted it to clench on his cock.

When he'd ruin my virgin cunt and fuck me hard.

He touched my pussy lips again, his fingers hovering near the entrance.

His gaze dropped on my face. His stare lasted for a moment too long.

Then he dropped me to the floor with a stinging warning.

“Get out from here. And if you ever try something so stupid again, I'll ruin you in ways you’ll never imagine.”

I looked at him once.

Then I took one step away from him.

Then another, almost leaping from the filthiness hanging between my thighs.

By the time I stepped out of the wing, the air in the hallway felt easier. Less dense.

I managed to walk to my room. I stepped inside it without bothering to close the door.

I sat down, my ass sinking into the soft mattress…the same ass begging to be ruined.

Begging for my daddy Alpha to grip tightly while he'd shove his cock inside my messy hole.

I spread my legs apart and touched myself.

Of course I was wet. So fucking wet.

I had walked into the wing, soiled from only thinking about him.

But when I walked out, I was dripping, leaking uncontrollably from his touch. From his sexy green eyes stabbing my entire body.

My breath wasn't steady. Not one bit.

The way his fingers slapped on my wet lips. So hard I nearly came.

The way his mighty cock pressed into me like it could fuck out my lungs if it dared went inside my body.

I was wet. And dripping.

I romanced my pussy lips, remembering him…his tattoos, dripping voice…the one that always got me crawling on my knees.

I clenched my teeth together. The same way my pussy clenched around nothing while he held me up, abs and cock pressing tightly to my fragile body.

He broke me long before he ever realized.

But he doesn't know. Not yet.

I pushed two fingers inside me, hands shaking, body trembling.

I stroked my extremely wet pussy.

But I felt almost nothing. Nothing to sate the amount of storms that had been looming inside me since I was sixteen.

It was nothing to be compared with how that large and thick meat under his shorts might make me feel if he used it on me.

I stroked myself.

I would have tripled my fingers and shoved all three inside me.

But they wouldn't fit.

Not in my tight virgin cunt.

I went with two.

Stroked harder. Faster.

And in no time, I was leaking out cum again.

Ruining my sheets for the hundredth time.

My hand fell on the bed, ruined virgin thighs spread apart, stained messy with my slick.

And suddenly, I remembered his stinging words.

“But you're too young for me. So fucking young. I literally raised you,”

My lips tightened.

I buried my face in my pillow, tears gushing out.

I knew it. I wasn't enough for him. I would never be.

I was just a fucking unfortunate little brat.

Maybe I wasn't really fated to him.

I was rather fated to suffer.

Nothing in this world could be more unbearable than the one who you want being so off limits as my Daddy Lucian.

The one who's the only solution to your problem watches you suffer.

Get ruined.

Fucked and fed up with fingers.

My lips tightened…pussy lips

I was feeling him all over again.

His touch. His cold stares.

My pussy leaked again but I locked my thighs this time.

No.

Not one more.

Not one more fuck with my fingers.

If he wasn't going to take me. To claim me. To mark me.

If he'd prefer to watch me suffer then I'll just have to give him the show.

No other option.

I clenched my legs tighter, my soft pussy lips pressing together.

Not another one masturbation.

I would also watch me suffer.

Because what is the point?

He already made it clear that I was too young for him. That I wasn't enough.

He raised me as a father so I was wrong to fantasize over him.

But I know I wasn't.

The moon goddess was.

Above every other person in this pack, it had to be Lucian.

I would let a gamma fuck me if he was my mate.

But here, Alpha Lucian didn't even think for a second before thrashing me away.

I stood on my feet.

My clit still throbbed…for him.

But I'll do everything to ignore it.

The room felt suffocating. The whole world did.

Even my clothes suddenly felt too tight.

I stripped.

Walked filthily to the wardrobe.

I grabbed my silk robe.

This would be airy enough.

I put it on and tied it loosely against my filthy body, the material plastering against the wetness on my thighs.

My nipples stood hard under it, dry like a desert.

No lip’s ever touched it. Ever.

And I wanted my Alpha Daddy to be the first.

But since he's chosen to ignore me, I'll just die a virgin.

I needed something to pass time with.

Maybe a bottle of alcohol could help me waste my life. I’d drink to stupor until all my pains went away. Until I felt nothing for Lucian anymore.

Or maybe…just maybe…I needed something stronger than alcohol.

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