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 95Chloe’s POV I shrugged lightly and immediately regretted it when my head throbbed harder. “I didn’t want… this.”“This what?” he asked, stepping closer.I gestured vaguely at him. “Concern. Questions. You hovering.”He ignored that completely. His hand came up, resting briefly on my forehead before I could stop him. His touch was cool. My skin burned under it.“You’re hot,” he muttered.I pulled away weakly. “Don’t.”“You have a fever,” he said, not asking. “And you’re pale.”“I know,” I snapped, then softened when another wave of dizziness hit. “I know something’s wrong.”He looked around the room, taking in the untouched water bottle on the bedside table, the discarded dress, the shoes by the door, the faint smell of sickness in the air.“You’ve been throwing up,” he said.I didn’t answer.He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Sit.”“I am sitting,” I said.“Lie down,” he corrected.I obeyed, not because he told me to, but because my legs were already giving up on me. I
Last Updated: 2026-02-25
Chapter: Chapter 94Chloe’s POV I pressed my fingers to my forehead.Too hot.I grabbed the thermometer from the cabinet, hands clumsy, and waited impatiently as it beeped. When I looked at the number, my stomach sank.I had a fever.I sank onto the edge of the bathtub, the room tilting slightly again. This wasn’t just stress. This wasn’t exhaustion alone. Something was wrong.I crawled back into bed, pulling on a loose shirt, my movements slow and heavy. My body ached now, a deep soreness settling into my muscles. Even my scalp felt tender.I stared at the ceiling, breathing shallowly, trying not to think.About the dizziness.About the nausea.About how this had been happening more often.I told myself it was the pressure. The lack of rest. The constant tension. I had been through too much lately. Anyone would get sick.Still, unease settled in my chest.I reached for my phone, then stopped.I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want questions or concern or assumptions. I just wanted sleep. I just
Last Updated: 2026-02-24
Chapter: Chapter 93Chloe’s POV No disappointment. No relief. Just acceptance.This wasn’t my moment. Not like this. Not yet.I glanced briefly toward Drake.He was watching me, not the stage. His expression was unreadable, but something in his eyes tightened when our gazes met. I looked away first.The awards continued.Department recognition. Team excellence. Community impact. Each category unfolded with the same careful choreography. The night moved forward steadily, almost mechanically, as if everyone was determined to stick to the script.But beneath it all, tension hummed.Every time a name was announced, eyes darted subtly toward Margaret, gauging her reaction. Every mention of leadership drew attention to Drake. Every applause carried a faint edge, as if people were clapping not just for the winners but for the illusion of stability.Toward the end, the announcer returned to the podium one final time.“And now,” she said, “a special recognition.”The room quieted again.“This award,” she continu
Last Updated: 2026-02-23
Chapter: Chapter 92Chloe’s POV Drake reached us.“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly, his gaze flicking between us.Margaret spoke first, her voice trembling despite her effort to steady it. “Ask her.”I turned to her slowly. “Don’t.”Drake’s eyes narrowed. “Margaret?”She laughed sharply. “She assaulted me.”I smiled faintly. “You slapped me.”The space between us went tight.Drake’s gaze dropped briefly to my cheek. The red mark was already faint but visible if you knew where to look. His jaw clenched.“You put your hands on her?” he asked.Margaret bristled. “She provoked me.”“I told you not to touch me,” I said calmly. “You did anyway.”People nearby were starting to notice the tension now. Conversations slowed. Eyes lingered. Jack appeared a few feet away, watching with open interest, clearly enjoying the spectacle.Drake took a breath, clearly choosing restraint. “This is not the place.”Margaret scoffed. “Of course you’d defend her.”“I’m asking for civility,” he said evenly.She laughed again, bi
Last Updated: 2026-02-22
Chapter: Chapter 91Chloe’s POV I had barely taken three steps toward the quieter corridor when I felt her presence.Margaret.She didn’t announce herself. She never did. She appeared like she owned the space, heels clicking softly against the marble floor, posture perfect, chin lifted. The music from the hall was muffled here, replaced by low lighting and silence thick enough to suffocate.I stopped walking.I didn’t turn immediately. I already knew why she was here.“So,” she said coldly behind me. “This is what you do.”I turned slowly to face her.Her eyes were burning. Not rage yet. Something sharper. Disgust mixed with jealousy she would never admit to.“You show up uninvited,” she continued, stepping closer, “dress like temptation itself, and sit there like you own what isn’t yours.”“I was invited,” I replied flatly. “Check your records.”She laughed, short and bitter. “You always have an answer.”“I learned from the best,” I said.That landed.Her lips tightened. “Do you know what you are?”I t
Last Updated: 2026-02-21
Chapter: Chapter 90Chloe’s POV I held it.Did not smile. Did not look away.Margaret noticed.I saw it in the way she shifted closer, tightening her grip on his arm, angling her body to block his line of sight. She leaned in to whisper something in his ear, her lips brushing dangerously close, her smile practiced and sweet.He barely reacted.His attention flickered back to me again, briefly, before he forced himself to face forward.I watched Margaret’s jaw tighten just slightly. The tension was subtle, but it was there. She was fighting for his attention, even now, even here, in front of everyone.The announcer spoke about legacy. About growth. About twenty years of success. Applause followed at the right moments. Cameras flashed. Everything played out exactly as planned on the surface.But beneath it, something else was unfolding.Drake stood there with Margaret clinging to him, yet his eyes kept finding me. Distracted. Drawn. Unsteady in ways only I seemed to notice.And Margaret felt it.I leaned
Last Updated: 2026-02-20
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
Last Updated: 2025-06-30
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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