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Dirty Affairs With My Daddy's Bestfriend

I arrived at RavenHills Pack Estate, innocent and eager for college. But my guardian, Alpha Zavian, has other plans. His hungry eyes follow me, awakening desires I never knew existed. The first time he touches me, I melt. His strong hands caress my body, igniting flames between my legs. I crave his cock like a drug. Zavian tries to fight it. "You're my best friend's daughter," he growls. But his rock hard erection tells a different story. He wants me. When I bring home a boy, Zavian explodes with jealousy. "No other male will touch you in my territory," he snarls. He pins me against the wall and claims my mouth in a searing kiss. I whimper as his fingers find my dripping pussy. I get into heat and Daddy offers to take me on free sex lessons. Ones that will disfigure my walking style before the morning. Zavian's cock has become my obsession. I ride him, savoring each inch of his massive cock. His teeth mark my neck as he pounds me into intense bliss. But danger lurks. The pack elders want Zavian to take a Luna. Scandals from his past threaten to tear us apart. I discovered Zavian is the one who begged my father to send me here. Now we have a choice: obey the pack or fight for our forbidden love. As enemies circle, I brace for the final showdown. Will Zavian claim me as his mate...or will our passions burn us alive? The truth will be revealed...right after one last earth-shattering climax.
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Chapter 1

Velvet's POV

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing. Dad's voice still echoed in my head.

"You'll be staying with my best friend in America while you attend medical school. My sexy, hot Alpha Zavian." His deep voice rumbled like trying to promote his friend for me.

I swallowed hard.

His thirty years old, unmated best friend.

And I, his daughter-only eighteen, a virgin, going to live with a single, hot spicy sugar daddy. This thought alone stirred inside me because what would anyone expect in this situation.

In my mind, I saw him. Tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline, eyes that could strip me bare with a single look. He would walk into the room like he owned it, and everything inside me would tremble.

Alphas are always possessive and dominant, no way he won't do that to me.

I imagined his scent-strong, masculine, dangerous. The kind of scent that could make a girl weak in her knees.

I closed my eyes tighter.

What if he touched me? Like he could. Any day. One day.

What if his large hand slid over my waist as he leaned in to whisper my name?

Velvet.

The way I heard it in my mind was rough, deep, and commanding.

Heat rushed through me.

My legs pressed together as if trying to cage the fire spreading there. I had never been kissed. I had never been touched. But the thought of Alpha Zavian doing either made butterflies in my stomach.

I pictured him stepping closer, his body falling over me. My breath would catch. My lips would part. His thumb would tilt my chin up until my mouth was helplessly waiting beneath his.

I used to watch all those hot, spicy eroticas. Now I'm getting to imagine myself being the female lead.

Help me!

I moaned quietly into my pillow. Shame mixed with hunger. I had no right to think of him this way. He's my dad's friend. He's supposed to protect me from men that would want to do this to me, not... not devour me.

Yet the hunger in my mind grew intense. I'm yet to go live with him and it's getting this way. What will then happen when I arrive at RavenHills and my dad will leave after dropping me.

Oh my goodness!

What if he pushed me against a wall?

What if his lips brushed down my neck, claiming me, marking me?

I gasped, my eyes flying open. The room was too hot, my body too restless.

First time feeling this way.

This was madness. Pure madness.

And yet, it felt so good to imagine.

The next morning, I was at breakfast and Dad repeated the topic.

"I don't want you to live off campus or even on campus. America is a free world but you're naive, you've been raised conservative all your life. You need discipline, someone who can guide you."

Discipline my pussy? You mean someone who can guide me to release because I'm already wet just hearing that name?

I tried to keep my face serious and my body calm, I couldn't just afford to betray my little secret.

"Zavian is dominant," Dad said. "He'll make sure you're safe. The city can be dangerous, especially for a young virgin woman like you."

Isn't that the greatest danger?

Safe. That word sounded pretty ironic.

Because the only danger I could think of was Zavian himself, the danger of falling into his arms and never wanting to crawl back out. The danger of having his cock inside of me and never wanting it out again.

Dad knew he's taking me there as a virgin, I had no mate and no boyfriend, not even a casual fling. That's how he raised me, in a conservative way.

Days moved fast. Soon I was on the plane to America, sitting by the window, clutching my bag while my heart hammered.

Every second was dragging me closer to him. And on this plane, there was no going back. I was set to resume Medical school the following week and couldn't back down on achieving my dreams because I was to avoid some hot, billionaire Alpha.

Come on, I need that sexy aura. I'd already turned eighteen in the last two weeks. I'm an adult. No problem!

I tried to study medical notes, but they refused to penetrate through. Instead, all I could take in was Alpha Zavian. Maybe if he stuck out his cock now right on this plane, my pussy will take it in.

The only thing I could probably take in at this point.

Would he like me?

Would he see me as nothing more than his best friend's daughter?

Or would his eyes darken when they meet mine, the way Alphas' eyes often did when they wanted something?

I shivered at the thought.

Hours later, the plane touched down. My pulse quickened as I walked through the airport, dragging my luggage. People bustled around me, but all I noticed was the silence inside my chest like the heavy pause before a storm and my dad's footsteps behind me.

And then I saw him.

Alpha Zavian.

He stood tall, his muscles hugged tight in the rich, seductive outfit he wore. White shirt briefed to his arms, strong, veiny but not too veiny hands exposed. His black pants brushed out his athletic legs, my eyes went down, falling on the place I knew I wouldn't be able to escape.

His bulge.

I wondered how thick it must be when bare as the curved shape outside of his fitting pants was already giving his secrets away.

I cleared my throat, pulled my gaze shyly on the floor when my eyes clicked with his.

Just praying he didn't notice at least I'm dead.

They say first impressions matter. I want to be that cute, little, good girl before my second daddy.

His jawline was sharp, his hair dark and slightly messy.

But then his eyes froze me.

Grey. Intense. Watching me like I was the only person in the airport.

My steps faltered. I forgot how to keep the pace at which I was walking. I'd always seen him as a big brother, an uncle in the past but now things have changed.

Heat now floods my body seeing him.

He walked toward me, his stride slow, powerful. Each step made my knees weaker. He was majestic like a king.

He shook hands with my dad. His eyes never left me the whole time.

"Your daughter is finally here!" He pushed off a smart, mischievous smirk.

My dad was now talking to him as best friends but even at this, I wondered if knew the dirty thoughts flying now.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't.

"Velvet," he said, his voice deep, carrying weight that sent shivers down my spine.

I nodded, too breathless to speak.

He took my suitcase from me with one hand, as if it weighed nothing. His fingers brushed mine, and sparks shot through my skin. I began to vibrate, my legs weakened at the joint.

Just luck to keep going and I would crumble to the ground.

I tried to hide my reaction, but he caught it. His lips curved slightly, almost like he knew.

Danger.

That was what he was.

The drive to his house was quiet halfway after my dad had said all he had to say then retired to his phone. He didn't talk too much, same with Alpha Zavian. I sat in the passenger seat, sneaking glances at him. His hands gripped the wheel firmly. His jaw was tight, as if he fought some silent war inside his head.

I wanted to ask him questions. I wanted to break the silence. But my throat refused.

I would surely make an erotic mistake because that's all filled my head.

Even my mind was whispering sinful things. How could I say something normal?

Then I switched to my fantasy thrills.

What would it feel like to sit closer? To feel his arm brush against mine? To feel his breath on my ear when he turns?

I imagined them all.

I pressed my thighs together, praying he couldn't smell the heat rising from me.

Because Alphas can.

Finally, the semi-long drive came to an end and we were at his house. The RavenHills Pack Estate. A modern penthouse, glowing with luxury. The cruise-ship shaped glass stories stood at the center of the vast green field which was perfectly lawned.

The curvy driveways and pathways with flower trees located at strategic positions gave his residence a stately home aura, like the ones we have back there in London except for the modern architecture which belongs to America.

I forgot how to breathe.

This is where I would be living for the next three to four years. I can't tell if I'd practice here but definitely I will move out after school, except–

Only if–

Well I don't wanna go into that so soon. Let me leave the future for the future.

Every part of this estate screams Alpha dominance.

But upon stepping out of the car, he walked over to the boot, took out my luggage and carried it inside while I watched. My dad followed next.

I was smitten.

Is he just acting nice or I'll have to pay for this Alpha service in the future?

I quickly followed so as not to lose track of where they were heading to. Alpha Zavian led me through wide halls until we reached a certain room, the door was opened. He walked in side by side with dad and I followed last.

This looked like a bedroom.

"This will be yours," he said, his tone clipped, almost cold.

But in his eyes, they betrayed him. They lingered on me too long. They searched through my face to my entire body. I was a step from melting and fading into thin air. My dad was already in here, assessing the room while we stood here alone.

I nodded, stepping inside.

"Thank you," I whispered.

His gaze darkened at my voice.

"Yeah, you're welcome. It's just next to my bedroom."

Urghh?

My wolf nearly leapt out of my body.

And then his gaze after saying this–

Mischievous.

He did this on purpose, making me stay next to him.

I could tell because of this gaze, they weren't so innocent.

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