Wet For Daddy
“Fuck—say my name when I’m inside you,” Drake’s voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hand pinning mine above the headboard.
“Drake… oh God, harder—” I cried, my body arching into his relentless thrusts.
“Not just Drake. Say what I am to you.”
“My ex’s father,” I gasped, shame and desire tangling on my tongue.
“That’s right, sweetheart. And now you’re mine.”
It was supposed to be a reckless mistake. A reckless sex with a stranger after catching my boyfriend screwing my best friend. But the stranger wasn’t a stranger at all.
He was Drake Humphrey. My ex-boyfriend’s father.
Older. Filthy rich. Ruthlessly dominant. The man I should have run from. Instead, I let him own me. In his penthouse, on his desk, in his car. I let him ruin me with every touch.
But what started as lust has become obsession. Drake doesn’t just want my body. He wants my heart. He wants me under his name, his control, his power. And when our secret erupts, the world around us catches fire.
My ex wants revenge. His mother wants blood. His father wants me.
And I can’t decide if I’ve been destroyed… or if I’ve finally come alive.
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Chapter: Chapter 31Drake’s POVMargaret had always known me better than anyone else in the world.That was the truth I hated most.She did not need raised voices or accusations. She did not need proof placed neatly in her hands. She noticed patterns. Absence. Shifts in rhythm. Changes in habit that other people dismissed as stress or work pressure.I had built my life on routine.Morning meetings. Evening returns. Predictable dinners. Controlled weekends. Even my infidelities in the past had been structured, brief, forgettable. Margaret had accepted them because they never disrupted the system.Chloe disrupted everything.I noticed Margaret watching me at breakfast three days after Chloe tested my boundaries.She did not look angry. She looked curious.“You did not come home last night,” she said calmly, stirring her tea.“I worked late,” I replied.“You worked late on Monday as well,” she said. “And Thursday.”I met her eyes. “We lost the Asia deal. You know that.”“Yes,” she said. “You lost it suddenl
Last Updated: 2025-12-23
Chapter: Chapter 30Chloe’s POVHe made sure I felt every stroke. Every claim. The anger burned through both of us until it melted into something darker. When I came, it tore through me violently. He followed moments later, gripping me tightly, burying his face against my neck.We stayed like that for a while. Breathing. Sweat cooling. Finally, he spoke.“You will get your limited independence,” he said quietly. “As agreed.”“And?” I asked.“And you stay reachable,” he said. “Always.” I closed my eyes. “I can live with that. For now.”He kissed my temple. Not tender. Not cruel.Just real.Neither of us had won. But neither of us had walked away.I did not wake up planning rebellion.It started quietly, with a thought I could not push away. A need that had been growing inside me since Drake agreed to limited independence. He had said yes, but his yes came wrapped in rules. In reminders. In watchful eyes.I stood in front of the mirror for a long time.The dress I finally chose was not extreme, but it was
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Chapter: Chapter 29Chloe’s POVDrake returned late that night.I was in the bedroom, sitting at the edge of the bed, fully dressed. I had not turned the lights off. I did not want softness. I wanted clarity.He walked in without knocking. “You are awake,” he said.“I was waiting,” I replied.He closed the door behind him. “For what?”“For answers,” I said. “And for myself.”His jaw tightened. “This again.”“Yes,” I said firmly. “This again.”He took off his jacket slowly and placed it on the chair. His movements were controlled. Too controlled. “You already know why things are tight,” he said. “We discussed this.”“We discussed what you decided,” I replied. “Not what I agreed to.” He looked at me carefully. “What do you want, Chloe?”“I want limited independence,” I said. “I want to be able to step outside. I want to move within reason. I want to breathe without asking permission.”“That is not possible right now,” he said.“It has to be,” I replied. “Because I am starting to disappear in here.”His eye
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Chapter: Chapter 28Chloe’s POVI was sitting in the living room when Drake arrived.I did not hear the gate open. I did not hear the car. I only knew he was there when the energy in the house shifted. The guards outside straightened. Footsteps moved faster. Doors opened and closed with purpose.Mrs. Grace came in first.“He is here,” she said quietly.My chest tightened.I stood up slowly, smoothing my hands over my thighs. I had been wearing one of the simple dresses from the closet he provided. Soft fabric. Neutral color. Clothes that made it easy to forget I was not living my own life.Drake entered moments later.He looked tired. Not drunk like the last time. Not reckless. His face was hard. Focused. His jacket was still on. His jaw was tight.He did not kiss me.That alone told me everything.“We need to talk,” he said.I nodded. “I know.”He looked at me sharply. “What do you know?”“Jack was near my old apartment,” I replied. “He spoke to my sister.”His eyes darkened. “So he has already reached
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Chapter: Chapter 27Chloe’s POVI woke up with a heavy feeling in my chest.It was not pain. It was not illness. It was the kind of tightness that came from knowing something was wrong before you had proof. I lay still in bed for several minutes, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the house.Footsteps moved down the hallway at the same time they always did. A door opened softly. Somewhere downstairs, plates clinked. The routine had not changed, yet my body refused to relax.I got out of bed and walked to the window.Two guards stood near the gate. Another walked slowly along the fence line. One stood closer to the garden, his back straight, his eyes scanning the surroundings.Nothing looked unusual.Still, my hands trembled slightly as I pulled the curtain back into place.I dressed without caring much about how I looked and went downstairs. Mrs. Grace was already there, arranging flowers in a vase. She looked up when she saw me.“You are awake early,” she said.“I could not sleep,” I rep
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Chapter: Chapter 26Chloe’s POVMorning in the safe house had a rhythm.I noticed it on the third day.I woke before the sun, not because I wanted to, but because the house woke before me. Soft footsteps moved through the hallways. Doors opened and closed quietly. Somewhere downstairs, water ran. Somewhere else, metal touched metal in the kitchen.This house never truly slept.I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. Six fifteen.Right on time.By six thirty, Mrs. Grace knocked gently on my door.“Good morning, my dear,” she said when I opened it. “Did you sleep well?”“Yes,” I replied automatically. She smiled, but her eyes searched my face. “Breakfast will be ready soon. You may come down whenever you are ready.”“Thank you,” I said.She nodded and walked away, her steps steady and practiced. I dressed slowly and went downstairs. The dining table was already set. Perfectly. Plates aligned. Cutlery polished. A small vase of fresh flowers sat at the center, changed daily. I knew that because the flowers
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The Alpha's Mute Mate
Selene Whitmore has known only pain. Half-blind, mute, and scarred from years of torment, she has spent her life as a captive, treated as nothing more than a possession by the ruthless rogue, Sebastian Kane. She stopped screaming long ago. She stopped fighting. She stopped hoping.
Until the night Alpha Killian Blackwood slaughters her captors and finds her trembling in the dirt—his fated mate.
Killian is a warrior, feared and respected, but nothing prepares him for the fragile girl who flinches at his touch. He swears to protect her, to give her the freedom she’s never known. But his pack whispers—how can a broken, silent human be the mate of a powerful Alpha?
Selene tries to disappear into the shadows, but fate won’t let her. Neither will Killian.
Because Sebastian isn’t done with her yet.
When warnings turn into attacks and the past refuses to die, Selene must make a choice—remain the powerless girl she was or become something no one ever expected.
Can Killian convince her to trust him before it’s too late?
Or will Sebastian drag her back into the darkness she barely escaped?
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Chapter: Epilogue Two Years LaterThe morning sun filters through the windows of what was once just a packhouse but has become something far more precious – a sanctuary. I stand at the podium in our newly constructed community hall, looking out at faces that have become family, and feel the familiar flutter of nerves that comes before speaking publicly. Even after two years of reclaiming my voice, addressing the pack still requires courage, but it's a different kind of courage now – not the desperate bravery of survival, but the quiet strength of choice."Sisters and brothers," I begin, my voice carrying clearly through the hall without amplification. The words flow easier now, though I still choose each one with intention, still pause to let silence speak when it serves better than sound. "Today marks the second anniversary of the Sanctuary Project, and I want to share what we've accomplished together."In the front row, Chloe beams at me with pride that still brings tears to my eyes. She no longer
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Chapter: Chapter 183Freedom, I discover, is not a destination but a daily battle fought in the quiet moments between heartbeats. Three months have passed since Sebastian's blood stained the sacred stones, three months since I severed the chains that bound me to a nightmare, yet I still wake most nights with his phantom voice echoing in my ears.The physical scars have healed, but the deeper wounds – the ones carved into my soul by years of systematic destruction – those take longer to mend.This morning, like so many others, I jolt awake from dreams where his hands are around my throat, where his voice strips away every piece of strength I've built.My heart pounds against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape, and cold sweat beads across my skin despite the warmth of our shared bed. Killian doesn't wake – he's learned to sleep lightly, to sense when I need space versus when I need anchoring, and somehow he always knows which this moment requires. I slip from beneath the covers and pad silent
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Chapter: Chapter 182The sacred ground falls into profound silence as Sebastian's blood seeps into the ancient stones, his severed head a grim testament to the finality of justice.The silver fire that surrounded me during the battle has faded to a gentle glow beneath my white fur, but the power still thrums through my veins like liquid starlight.I stand over his motionless corpse, waiting for some sense of closure, some feeling of triumph, but all I find is a hollow emptiness where years of fear and rage once lived. The monster who haunted my nightmares is dead by my own claws, yet I feel strangely numb. Perhaps this is what true freedom feels like – not the explosive joy I expected, but a quiet settling of something that had been twisted and wrong for far too long. Around me, wolves from both packs remain frozen in stunned silence, their eyes wide with awe and terror at what they've witnessed. Some stare at Sebastian's remains with disgust, finally seeing the corruption that had festered within thei
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Chapter: Chapter 181The moon reaches its zenith as the sacred circle blazes with ancient power, silver light streaming down from above to illuminate the battlefield where my past and future will collide. Sebastian circles me with predatory grace, his massive dark wolf form radiating malevolent confidence as he prepares to reclaim what he believes is his. But I am no longer the terrified girl who fled his territory two years ago. My White Wolf form moves like liquid moonlight, every muscle coiled with power that has been forged through pain, tempered by love, and honed by determination.The watching packs hold their breath as we begin our deadly dance. Sebastian strikes first, his jaws snapping toward my throat with vicious intent, but I flow away from his attack like water, my movements silent and sure. "Still running, little mute?" he snarls, his voice carrying a supernatural weight that makes the very air vibrate. "Some things never change."His words are meant to wound, to drag me back to that da
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Chapter: Chapter 180The morning air carries the scent of approaching wolves, and every instinct in my body screams danger. I stand at the edge of Blackwood territory, watching the tree line where shadows move with predatory grace.The Bloodfang Pack approaches our border, and the tension is so thick I can taste copper on my tongue. Killian stands beside me, his jaw clenched tight, muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. The other Blackwood wolves form a protective semicircle behind us, their growls low and threatening.But something feels wrong.The approaching pack moves with too much confidence, too much purpose. This isn't just a territorial dispute or a formal challenge – this is something deeper, something personal. My hands tremble slightly as I sign to Chloe, my maiden who translates my words to the gathered wolves: "Stay alert. Something doesn't feel right about this." The wind shifts, carrying unfamiliar scents mixed with something that makes my stomach lurch with recognition. My wolf
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Chapter: Chapter 179The council chamber felt suffocating despite its vast dimensions, the weight of impending doom pressing down on everyone gathered within its stone walls.I sat at the head of the ancient oak table, my fingers tracing the worn grooves carved by generations of Alphas before Killian, while the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the faces of our most trusted advisors. Elder Magnus's weathered hands trembled as he spread the intelligence reports before us, his usual composed demeanor cracking under the gravity of what we'd discovered. The silence stretched taut as a bowstring until Killian's deep voice cut through it like a blade, confirming what we all feared—somewhere beyond our borders, a pack led by an Alpha whose very name was whispered in terror had set their sights on me.Not on our territory, not on our resources, but specifically on me, the White Wolf whose power they believed could elevate them to unprecedented dominance over all werewolf kinds.My throat constr
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