Marked By My Best Friend's Dad

“Shh, little girl,” he growled, teeth catching my bottom lip.

I fought the moan, but he circled my clit, my hips jerked helplessly against his hand.

Then he pushed my panties aside and sank two thick fingers inside me. I soaked his palm, knees buckling as tremors wracked me.

“That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered against my ear.

I did. Waves crashed through me while he held me up, stroking gently, murmuring filthy praise that made it sweeter, deeper, more shattering than anything I’d ever felt with a woman.

I’m a lesbian. I’ve always known it, claimed it shamelessly.

I’ve mapped women’s bodies with my mouth, hands, loving every touch and gasp. My best friend’s tongue between my legs has made me come countless times.

The only man I tried, my ex, was awkward, unsatisfying. I swore off them forever.

I love women. I love my best friend.

So why does this man, her father, the one I should never want make me wetter with one stroke than she ever has?

Why am I aching for his cock, pushed inside me, thrusting relentlessly, filling me, ruining me in ways no woman could?

Why does bending over his desk for him feel like the right thing to do?

One forbidden touch.

One devastating truth: I might never want another woman again.

When I rejected the vice chancellor's advances, my best friend's obsessive aunt, she threatened expulsion.

My friend took me to her father, the college owner. One look at his body and I was lost. That night in their home, hiding in the kitchen while watching him cook, I touched myself, craving what is forbidden.

Will my best friend discover my sudden addiction to her father? Will her aunt ever stop wanting me?

What am I feeling?

~Iris

“Letter of Expulsion!”

I couldn’t believe what my eyes had just translated to my brain.

I had walked into Miss Eunice’s office with my head high, feeling like a queen. She had sent for me, and I assumed it was to present my award.

An award for Best Overall Brilliant Student wasn’t new to me, I had topped the results again this session.

But this?

“Ma, I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” I said carefully, staring at the paper. “I’m seeing a letter of expulsion here instead of…”

She didn’t let me finish.

Miss Eunice rose from her chair abruptly. As she approached me, her presence filled the room.

Her dress was fitted and unapologetically bold, hugging her curves, the neckline cut low enough to reveal the generous swell of her breast.

She always dressed like that, confident, provocative but who ever dared confront the Vice Councillor about it? Worse enough, she's the Alpha's only sister.

It's impossible to confront her, not when she held your future in her hands.

Her hand slid up to my neck, lingering there as she studied me.

“You’re very much like me, Iris,” she said softly. “You hate men. You desire women. We are the same. Just accept me, and see how much pleasure we could share.”

Her gaze dropped to my lips hungrily, waiting for my answer so she could feast on it.

I glared at her in disgust.

She was Alice’s aunt. Her father’s younger sister, the Alpha of this pack and the owner of this school. He had appointed her as the vice councillor himself.

How could I betray my best friend with her own aunt? Never.

I knocked her hand away when it moved closer. “I have nothing to offer you, ma’am,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. I had told her this before. She simply refused to hear no.

She stiffened, then turned back to her seat.

“Then I’m afraid the expulsion letter stands,” she said calmly, settling behind her desk. “Pack your belongings and empty your dorm. Your time at this college has come to an abrupt end.”

She smiled. It made my hands tremble.

“This is injustice,” I said, summoning courage I hadn’t known I possessed. “I’ve done nothing wrong. This isn’t even your school, you were only appointed to oversee it.” My voice grew bolder. “I’ll write to the Alpha himself. I’m certain he won’t let it slide.”

She laughed, sharp and cruel.

“You?” she mocked. “An Omega reporting me to my brother? You think the Alpha would listen to you over his own sister? I can fabricate evidence that you cheated during the…” Her smile vanished as she paused. “You’re irritating me. Get out of my office. I don’t want to see you anywhere on this campus again, or I’ll have you arrested.”

I broke.

“For what?” I cried, tears spilling freely. “For refusing you to touch my body? For saying no to have you under me? Is that a crime now?” I shouted, not really to her, but to the empty air, to anyone who might have answers.

She rose again, stepping closer, her presence suffocating. Her fingers toyed with the buttons of my blouse.

“It is,” she said coldly.

“It’s a crime, Iris. A crime to keep this beautiful body all to yourself.” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Look in a mirror. See how perfect you are, how sweet, how fresh, those full breasts are calling to me to squeeze them and suck it dry. I’m certain your pussy tastes as sweet as those pink, shining lips.”

She’d already undone three buttons. I grabbed her wrist and flung it away.

“I would rather face the consequences of standing my ground,” I said through tears, “than let you anywhere under me with that disgusting, evil tongue.”

I turned and stormed out of her office, slamming the door behind me.

My chest was burning, my vision blurred, but I felt somehow strong, strong enough to face her.

I didn’t remember walking down the hallway.

All I remembered was the sound of my own breathing and the weight of the envelope crushing my fingers. Letter of Expulsion. The words burned in my throat like acid.

“Iris.”

I didn’t stop.

“Iris, wait.”

I turned, tears blurring my vision. Alice stood there, her brow furrowed in concern. “What happened?” she asked.

I swallowed hard. “I need to leave,” I said. “Now.”

Her phone buzzed in her hand before she could ask anything else. She glanced at the screen, then frowned. “That’s strange,” she murmured. “My dad just landed. He wasn’t supposed to be back until next week.”

“Do you think he can help me?” I asked, my voice breaking as the tears kept falling.

She stepped closer and gently wiped my cheeks with her thumb. “I can’t help you if I don’t know what happened, Iris,” she said softly.

Then she stiffened, her hand dropping. “Don’t tell me my aunt tried to molest you again?”

The anger in her tone was unmistakable.

Of course she was angry. She always was. I had been the one begging her all this while not to report it to her father.

“I got expelled,” I whispered. “But she’s right. The Alpha won’t punish his sister for a mere Omega like me. Who am I?” The words slipped out as I collapsed into her arms, sobbing.

She wrapped me tightly, holding me together when I felt like I was falling apart.

“You are the love of his daughter’s life,” she murmured, deadly serious. “And without you, the great Alpha’s daughter is nothing.”

She pulled back slightly, her eyes burning. “You’re coming home with me today, and you’ll explain everything to him yourself. Because if I do it, I swear I’ll tell him his sister is a vile bitch who preys on girls like herself.”

Her bravery made me smile through my tears.

“Do you really think he’ll help me?” I asked again, acting like I don't know how much the Alpha loved Alice, or how far he would go just to keep her happy.

“He won’t choose his sister over his daughter. Trust me,” she said with unwavering confidence. “Pack your things like she ordered, but I promise you by tomorrow, you’ll be unpacking them again, with a letter signed by my father’s golden seal, ordering your return to this school.”

Alice had always been proud, always certain of her father’s power.

Funny how the one who truly held sway over the Alpha’s daughter was me, a mere Omega.

A weak smile tugged at my lips despite everything.

_______

This was the first time I'm coming to her house. Her family house to be precise because she has a private house very close to school, I frequently went there.

Every step I took, it was with my mouth wide open amazingly till I reached her room which looked bigger than the whole house I was leaving.

I sat on the edge of her bed while she moved around the room, pulling out clothes for me, folding them with purpose.

She was trying to be strong for both of us. I could see it in the tight set of her shoulders, the way she avoided my eyes.

“Take a shower,” she said gently. “You look like you’re going to pass out.”

I nodded, but I didn’t move.

“What if he doesn’t believe me?” I asked quietly. “What if she twists it? She can easily pin something I didn't do on me.”

Alice stopped. She turned slowly and walked toward me, crouching in front of where I sat. She took my hands in hers.

“Then we leave,” she said. “Together.”

I stared at her. “Leave where?”

“Anywhere,” she replied without hesitation. “This school. This pack. All of it. You are not staying somewhere that makes you feel small.”

My throat tightened. “You’d give all this up?”

She smiled faintly. “You think any of this matters if you’re not here?”

That was the problem, wasn’t it?

I mattered too much to her, and not at all to the people who held power.

In the bathroom, the water ran hot over my skin, but I still felt cold. I replayed Miss Eunice’s voice in my head, the way certainty had lived in it. The way she’d known she could get away with it.

Because she was right.

I was an Omega.

When I came back out, dressed in Alice’s oversized shirt, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She glanced at it, then at me.

“What did he say?” I asked as soon as she dropped the call, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ll have to spend the night here,” Alice replied. “He has a meeting and won’t be back until ten in the late night. You’re stuck with me.” She smiled as I nodded.

“I can wait,” I said, trying to calm my racing heart.

Then I looked up, and my breath caught. A man stood there, draped in a thick fur coat.

His presence filled the room. Broad shoulders, intricate tattoos tracing along his arms, an intensity in his eyes I couldn’t look away from. His face, perfectly sculpted. Tall. Commanding.

Ten out of ten didn’t even cover it.

“Don’t stare too much, that’s my dad,” Alice said with a small, teasing smile as she caught me.

Wow. That’s him? Funny enough, this was the first time I’d ever seen him.

“I know you hate men, but please, just try to behave in front of my dad,” she said gently.

“He’s old enough to be my dad,” I replied, forcing a calm tone, “I’ll cooperate.”

I couldn’t stop my eyes from taking him in. There was something magnetic about him, something I had never felt with anyone before.

A slow, unfamiliar heat I’d never felt for any man. I’d spent years certain they did nothing for me. Women were my world. Alice was my world.

My thoughts scattered, a blush warming my cheeks.

How could a forty three year old man look that hot and devastating? I was twenty one, the age gap alone should have disgusted me.

I shook my head quickly, trying to dispel the confusing swirl of feelings. I needed a nap, some time to calm down.

“Fuck,” the word slipped out before I could stop it.

Alice shot me a sharp glance.

I turned away quickly, face burning, and busied myself smoothing the bed sheets. Anything to distract myself.

But when I sat on the edge of the bed, I realized with a jolt of shock, I was wet.

Actually wet.

My ex boyfriend had kissed me, touched me, tried everything, and never once sparked this. Only Alice could do that.

Yet one glimpse of Alice’s father, one silent moment of taking him in, and my body had betrayed every truth I thought I knew about myself.

He Marked Me.

~Iris

I spent hours staring at the blue lights strung across the ceiling, watching them glow softly in the darkness.

Alice had fallen asleep almost immediately, mumbling something about how exhausting basketball training had been before drifting off.

I tried to sleep too, but discomfort clung to me. When my eyes finally opened again, the room was still wrapped in darkness.

My throat felt dry.

Careful not to wake Alice, I slipped out of bed in the thin tank top and shorts I’d borrowed from Alice and padded quietly toward the kitchen, guided more by memory than sight.

The house was vast and unfamiliar, I reached for the tap, and then I froze.

Someone was humming a song.

Soft. Absentminded. A male voice.

I stayed perfectly still, my heart pounding as I turned slightly.

I could only see his back, illuminated by the faint kitchen light. He was tall, broad shouldered, his frame filling the space effortlessly.

A large tiger tattoo stretched across his back, inked with startling detail. He wore no shirt, only a pair of dark shorts, and he was calmly peeling onions.

Alice’s father.

The Alpha.

Something about the scene felt too intimate, too quiet, like I had walked into a moment I wasn’t meant to witness.

My pulse raced. I took a step back. Then another.

Before he could turn, I retreated fully, slipping into the small storeroom beside the kitchen. I pressed myself against the shelves, holding my breath, my heart thudding so loudly I was sure he would hear it.

I should go back upstairs. I should forget I ever saw him like this.

But I didn’t move.

I stayed there, hidden in the dark, watching the man who’d already started unraveling me without even knowing I existed.

I froze, back pressed against the pantry shelves, heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Then, crash.

My elbow caught a copper pot hanging from the rack. It tumbled, clanging loudly against the tile floor.

I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the scream.

Heavy footsteps approached slowly.

I couldn’t breathe.

He stopped just outside the door. I could see the shadow of his broad frame through the narrow crack.

“Rats,” he growled low, the sound vibrating through the wood.

My shoulders sagged in relief, he hadn’t seen me. He turned, footsteps retreating. I heard him close the pantry door behind him, the latch clicking shut.

I'm trapped.

I should have panicked. Instead, the darkness wrapped around me like a secret. I was alone, hidden, and he was out there, shirtless, humming again, knife moving over onions.

The faint sizzle of oil in the pan drifted under the door, along with the rich scent of garlic and spices.

Nothing had ever felt more forbidden.

My hand moved before I could stop it, sliding down my stomach, past the waistband of the borrowed shorts.

I tugged them aside just enough. My fingers found me wet, swollen, already aching from the sight of him earlier. I bit my lip hard and slipped two fingers inside myself.

I covered my mouth with my other hand, trying to stay silent, but the first thrust drew a soft, involuntary whimper.

I kept going, slow at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his movements beyond the door.

Every time he shifted, I imagined the flex of those tattooed shoulders, I imagined myself underneath him, pressed down on my neck with his strong hands, getting pounded with his huge cock while I cried for mercy.

I moaned again, louder this time.

The chopping stopped.

Footsteps returned. Closer. Heavier.

I should stop. I should pull my hand away, fix my clothes, and act like a normal guest.

Instead, I thrust harder, eyes fixed on the door, watching the bulge in his shorts grow as he approached. Thick, unmistakable, straining against the short, fighting its way to be freed.

The door flew open and light spilled in.

I stared up at him, wide eyed, fingers still buried inside my pussy, cheeks burning, chest heaving. My thin tank top clung to me, nipples hard and obvious, no bra to hide the shooting nipples.

He looked down, expression unreadable at first. Then his eyes darkened.

“Are you the new maid?” he asked, voice rough, low.

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was stare at the corded muscles of his forearms, the sharp cut of his abs, the way his cock twitched visibly in his shorts, thickening as he took in the sight of me.

The realization hit me like fire, I’d done that. I’d made him hard.

And that thought more than anything made me clench around my own fingers, a fresh rush of heat flooding through me.

“Goddamn it,” he growled, voice rough and low. “I told that idiot guard to bring me an old nanny, someone plain, someone who wouldn’t tempt me. Not a young, sexy, full figured little thing like you. It’s like they’re testing my discipline on purpose. And when it comes to sex? I’ve got none left.”

Before I could process the words, his big hand shot out, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me out of the pantry into the light.

He kissed me hard, claiming, no hesitation.

His mouth devoured mine like he’d been starving for it. At the same time, his right hand slid down between my legs, finding my soaked fingers and replacing them with his own.

Two thick fingers plunged deep inside me, stretching me, curling exactly where I needed.

I gasped into his mouth.

He didn’t stop there. With one brutal tug, he ripped my thin tank top in half, the cloth tore like paper, cool air hitting my bare breasts.

The sound alone made me shudder.

“Ouch,” I moaned, the word half pain, half plea, as his fingers pinched my nipple, sharp, possessive then he dragged it into his mouth.

He sucked hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, while his other hand circled my clit with slow, relentless pressure.

Pleasure crashed through me so violently I thought it might actually kill me.

My knees buckled, but he held me up with his body, fingers thrusting deeper, mouth working my nipple until I was trembling, whimpering, completely lost.

He was everywhere, his scent, his heat, his taste and I was already ruined.

What the hell was this?

A heat bloomed low in my belly, spreading through my veins like wildfire.

It wasn’t just lust, it was deeper, primal, binding. Like something ancient waking up inside me.

Mate bond?

The word hit me like a slap. No. Impossible. I was an omega, barely twenty one, and he was the Alpha, my best friend’s father. It couldn’t be.

Before I could even form the thought, his teeth sank into the side of my neck.

Pain exploded first as he tore the skin and drew blood. I screamed, the sound muffled against his shoulder.

Then the pain melted into something else, dizzying warmth, a pull so strong it stole my breath. My vision blurred. My legs gave out.

He licked the wound once, slow and deliberate, sealing it with a low growl that vibrated through my bones.

Did he just mark me?

When he pulled back, his eyes were molten gold, pupils blown wide with hunger and fury.

“Who are you?” he demanded, voice rough, almost accusing.

“I’m…” I started, voice faint, eyes fluttering.

He didn’t let me finish.

His hands gripped my shoulders and forced me down. I dropped to my knees without resistance, thighs trembling on the cold tile.

He shoved his shorts down.

I stared.

His cock sprang free, thick, veined, impossibly long. The biggest I’d ever seen. It bobbed heavy in front of my face, already leaking at the tip.

I reached out, fingers wrapping around the base. One slow stroke. Then another. My mouth watered.

I leaned in, lips parting, and tried to take him.

I couldn’t. Not even close.

He didn’t care.

One hand fisted in my hair, the other braced on the counter. He thrust forward, pushing past my lips, filling my mouth until I gagged.

Tears sprang to my eyes instantly. Saliva dripped down my chin as he fucked my throat, slow at first, then harder, relentless.

My nose brushed the coarse hair at his base, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, only feel him stretching my jaw, claiming every inch he could reach.

My eyes watered, vision blurring with tears running down my cheeks.

He groaned as he watches me struggle to take him, watching me choke and still try.

“Good girl,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Take it. All of it.”

I couldn’t. But I wanted to.

And that terrified me more than anything.

Fucked to stupor!

~Iris

He kept going, slowly, deeper, punishing thrusts into my throat until black spots danced at the edges of my vision.

I couldn’t breathe. My lungs burned, saliva dripped down my chin in thick strings, my eyes streaming tears.

He watched every second of it, jaw clenched, growling low in his chest like he was claiming something that had always been his.

Finally, he pulled out with a wet pop. I gasped, coughing, gulping air only for him to grab the thin silver cross chain around my neck.

He wrapped it once around his fist and yanked me up hard.

I stumbled to my feet, gasping, legs shaking.

He spun me around fast, pressing my boobs to the cold tiles plastered on the wall.

My breasts flattened against the surface, nipples aching from the friction. Before I could position myself comfortably, his palm cracked across my ass, hard, stinging, the sound echoing in the quiet kitchen.

I moaned loud, broken, shamelessly.

He spanked me again, harder, then leaned over me, his chest to my back, breath hot against my ear.

“How old are you?” he growled.

“I just… just turned twenty one,” I panted, voice wrecked.

He smiled against my neck, slowly, wicked, devilish.

“Then call me Daddy.”

The word sent a jolt straight to my core. I didn’t even have time to process it before he kicked my legs wider, lined himself up, and thrust.

Not into my pussy.

Into my ass.

I screamed sharp, raw, pain and pleasure colliding so violently my vision whited out for a second.

No one had ever taken me there right between my ass. I’d never even thought about it. But he didn’t pause, he didn’t ease in.

He just sank deeper, stretching me impossibly, filling me until I felt like I might split apart.

I clawed at the tiles, gasping, tears falling again as I felt both the pain and the pleasure. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting hard, relentlessly, like he didn’t care that my ass was so tight, that I shouldn’t be able to take him.

And yet… I did. And I craved for more. I haven't taken all his cock into my ass, I'm sure I would pass out if he tried going fully inside me.

Every brutal stroke pushed me further onto the counter, my breasts dragging across the cold surface, my moans going out loud that I didn't even think Alice could hear me.

He gripped my hips so hard I knew there’d be bruises tomorrow, fucking me like he was trying to brand himself inside me forever.

“Take it, baby girl,” he rasped, voice rough with lust. “Take every fucking inch for Daddy.”

I did, not all actually but most of it.

And I came harder than I ever had, shaking, screaming his name, my body clenching around him as he roared and flooded me deep.

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, arms thick as tree trunks scooping under my thighs and back and set me on the edge of the counter where utensils were.

My legs dangled, bare and trembling, ass still stinging from his earlier spanks. I sat there, dazed, chest heaving, not sure what he was going to do next.

Then he dropped to his knees.

The Alpha. On his knees. For me.

My breath caught. I stared down at his broad shoulders filling the space between my thighs, tattoos shifting with every breath, that massive tiger on his back flexing as he leaned in.

“You’re beautiful,” he rasped, voice low and reverent. “You're so fucking endowed. I could tear you apart and still not get enough. I want to live inside that sweet little tight hole forever.” His golden eyes lifted to mine, burning. “Who are you? How the hell are you my mate?”

The word mate hit me like a shockwave. I didn’t know whether to cry or blush or scream. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it between my legs.

“I wouldn’t have claimed you,” he continued, voice rough with conflict. “I wouldn’t have marked you. I can smell it, you’re just an omega. I shouldn’t have accepted you as mine… but I did.”

I couldn’t hide the rush of heat that flooded me at those words.

My neck throbbed where he’d bitten me, the mark still fresh and tingling.

This body, these curves that had driven men and women wild, that had Eunice nearly feral with lust, had just brought the Alpha of this pack to his knees.

“I just want…” He paused, jaw tight, eyes locked on mine. “Even if I can’t make you my Luna, I want you beside me forever. I want to fuck you till you're crippled and you still want me to continue.”

Before I could speak, he buried his face between my thighs.

His tongue found my clit instantly, hot, wet, relentless. He licked in slow, broad strokes, then sucked hard, lips sealing around the swollen bud.

I gasped, hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as he devoured me.

He bit down gently, just enough to make me arch, then soothed it with a long, slow lick that had me trembling.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open for him like he was starving.

He ate me like a man who’d never tasted anything sweeter, tongue flicking, circling, dipping inside me, then returning to suck my clit until stars burst behind my eyes.

I moaned his name, then louder, “Daddy,” the word slipping out like a prayer.

Alice’s mouth had been heaven. She’d made me come so many times I’d lost count. But this… this was something else.

Her father was on his knees, tongue working me into a frenzy, doubling every pleasure she’d ever given me.

He growled against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core, and I shattered, screaming, thighs shaking, coming so hard I thought I might black out.

He didn’t stop. He licked me through every pulse, every tremor, until I was panting, completely his.

I came hard, harder than I ever had, shaking, crying out, flooding his mouth with everything I had.

He drank me down, sucking greedily, tongue lapping up every drop like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

His growl rumbled against my clit, drawing out every last pulse until I was boneless, trembling, barely able to hold myself up.

Slowly, he rose, kissing a slow wet trail up my body, over the soft mound of my pussy, across my quivering stomach, lingering at my ribs, then up to the fresh bite on my neck.

He pressed his lips there gently, tasting the coppery tang of his own mark. Finally, he reached my mouth.

He kissed me deeply, possessively, tongue sliding against mine, letting me taste myself mixed with him.

The kiss turned rougher, teeth clashing until I tasted blood, mine or his, I couldn’t tell.

My lips swelled under the pressure, but I kissed him back just as desperately, hands clutching at his shoulders.

Then, without a word, he pulled away.

He stepped back, eyes dark and unreadable, and walked out of the kitchen. Just like that. No goodbye, no explanation of what just happened.

His broad back disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone on the counter, legs still shaking, heart pounding.

I sat there for a long minute, dazed, trying to catch my breath. My body felt wrecked, beautifully wrecked but I knew I couldn’t stay here. Alice was upstairs.

Somehow, I slid off the counter. My legs were jelly. I half walked, half crawled up the stairs, gripping the banister like it was the only thing keeping me upright.

Every step sent fresh sparks through my over sensitive body, but I made it.

Alice was still snoring softly when I slipped into the room. I didn’t turn on the light.

I staggered to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stood under the hot spray until the evidence of what I just did with Alpha Duncan washed away.

I scrubbed between my legs, careful, thorough, making sure there’d be no trace for her to smell tomorrow.

Then I collapsed into bed, exhausted, marked, claimed, and completely undone.

Sleep took me fast.

And for the first time in my life, I dreamed of a man.

Guess who can't get enough of me?

~Iris

I woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that throbbed behind my eyes and made every sound feel like a hammer.

Maybe it was the rough sex from last night. Maybe it was the fresh mark on my neck still burning under the skin. I wasn’t sure which hurt more.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand. A message from an unknown number blinked at me, a view once video, three minutes long.

I clicked play.

It was Eunice, her head buried between another lady’s legs, tongue working relentlessly. The lady moaned loudly, back arching, hands fisting the sheets.

I could feel the echo of that pleasure in my own body, even though I hated her. The caption underneath read, “It could be you I’m offering this heavenly pleasure to.”

I didn’t finish the video. I swiped out, blocked the number, and added it to the growing list of her burner phones I’d already shut down. This was at least her tenth attempt.

Downstairs, I heard voices. I slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound, and crept to the top of the stairs. I peeked over the railing.

Alpha Duncan sat in the leather armchair, arms crossed, looking every inch the untouchable leader. Alice stood in front of him, hands on her hips, face flushed with fury.

“Eunice is the vice chancellor, Alice. There’s nothing I can do. Your friend will be expelled like she wants,” he said, voice calm but final.

Alice’s eyes flashed. “Father, I know you can change it. Just grab your stamp and make her know Iris is coming back to school.”

My stomach twisted. They were fighting over my case.

I didn’t want this to explode into something bigger. I padded downstairs slowly, barefoot and quiet.

Alice spotted me first. “You’re awake, Iris.” She rushed over and looped her arm through mine, pulling me close like she could shield me.

I kept my eyes down, suddenly hyper aware of the mark on my neck, hidden under my hair.

I didn’t know how Duncan would look at me now, knowing I wasn’t some random maid, but his daughter’s best friend.

“It’s fine if he doesn’t want to do anything about it,” I said softly, barely above a whisper.

Duncan turned slowly at the sound of my voice.

Our eyes met.

For a second, he froze. Then his jaw tightened, and he rose from the chair like he’d been struck.

“Is this… your friend?” he asked, voice rough, almost unsteady.

Alice blinked, confused. “Have you met her before?”

Duncan dragged a hand through his hair, looking like he’d just realized something catastrophic. “What was the problem you mentioned earlier?” he asked, authority snapping back into his tone.

“Your little sister is expelling my best friend, Iris, without any reason,” Alice said, still watching him like he’d grown a second head.

“Iris,” he repeated, tasting my name on his tongue. His eyes never left mine. “Thorne!”

A tall, scarred guard appeared instantly from the hallway. “Bring me my stamp and ink.”

The guard vanished and returned in seconds with a small wooden box. Alpha Duncan sat, opened it, and scribbled something across a crisp sheet of paper. The golden stamp came down with a heavy thud.

He folded the letter, sealed it with wax, and handed it to Alice.

She passed it to me without looking.

I opened it with trembling fingers.

The letter was short, written in bold black ink.

"By order of Alpha Duncan Blackwood, Iris Rivera is hereby reinstated at the academy effective immediately. Any expulsion order previously issued is revoked. No further disciplinary action will be taken on this lady without my direct command."

It was signed with his name and the golden seal of the pack.

Alice’s mouth fell open. “Father… what just changed from not wanting to interfere with your sister?”

Duncan didn’t answer her. His gaze stayed locked on me, dark, intense, and full of something that made my pulse race all over again.

I clutched the letter to my chest and tried not to let him see how badly I wanted to run back upstairs and hide. Or maybe how badly I wanted him to follow me and fuck my pussy this time, not just my ass.

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Alice’s lemon yellow Ferrari purred through the gates of the academy, drawing every eye like always.

She pulled into her usual spot near the dorms, killed the engine, and turned to me with that familiar smile, the one that used to make my stomach flip in the best way.

She leaned in, lips parting, but I turned my head just enough to avoid the kiss.

She frowned. “You’ve been acting strange since yesterday. What’s going on?”

I forced a small smile. “I’m just tired. That’s all.”

She studied me for a second longer, then shrugged and grabbed her bag. I didn’t wait for her.

The second the car stopped completely, I was out, hurrying across the quad like I had somewhere important to be.

I headed straight to my dorm room and started packing my things back in, clothes, books, the few personal items I’d taken yesterday.

A voice sneered from the doorway.

“I thought the vice chancellor sold you off.”

I looked up. It was Sasha, tall, sharp featured, one of the girls who’d been circling me for months, desperate for a taste of what Alice got.

I’d turned her down every time. Since then, she’d made it her mission to remind me I didn’t belong in this school.

I ignored her and kept unpacking.

I finished quickly, then marched straight to the vice chancellor’s office. No hesitation.

Eunice looked up from her desk as I entered, a slow predatory smile spreading across her face.

“You’re here because you finally agreed to my request?” she purred. “We can start right here if you want. Just a taste.”

I smiled back, cold, calm. “I’m not here for your schemes.”

Her smile faltered. She laughed, sharp and mocking. “Fine. I’m calling the police. You’re trespassing.”

She picked up her phone and dialed. I waited until the line connected.

Before she could speak, I tossed the letter onto her desk.

She opened it. Her eyes scanned the page. The color drained from her face as she saw the signature and the golden seal.

The police voice crackled through the speaker, “Ma’am? How may I help you?”

Eunice stared at the letter like it had burned her. She hung up without answering.

“How?” she whispered. “How did you get this?”

My phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

“Let’s meet tonight at The Obsidian Grand. 8 p.m. Alpha Duncan!”

The biggest, most luxurious hotel in the pack.

I looked up at her, letting the smallest smirk show. “Guess who can’t get enough of me? I'm really worth fighting over.”

I really wish I could tell her the person who can't get over me is her brother, the greatest, strongest and fiercest Alpha in the western region.

Eunice’s jaw tightened. She leaned forward, voice low and venomous. “Congratulations, Iris. You’re back in school. But I’ll show you hell. I’ll make it so unbearable that you’ll beg to withdraw yourself, until my tongue finally gets a taste of that pretty pussy.”

I didn’t flinch. I just turned and walked out, leaving her with the letter and the empty threat.

But deep down, I knew the real threat wasn’t her.

It was the man who’d marked me, and the fact that I was already counting the hours until tonight.