Sinfully Yours Step Daddy
"I'm 40 you're 21," he whispered softly, his lips grazing my nipple, hot breath sending shivers down my spine as his tongue flicked out, teasing the hardened peak.
"I don't care!" I shot back amidst breathy moans, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pressing his head deeper into my boobs, arching my back to feed him more.
"I'm your mum's husband. I'm your stepdad, old enough to be your real dad," he murmured again, his right hand tracing, torturous path down my trembling stomach, dipping between my thighs to brush against my soaked panties.
"I said I don't care!!!" I growled, grabbing his wrist and forcing his fingers faster.
"Fuck the age, fuck the rules, make me yours!"
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Adrian Blackwood, the hottest, most dangerously sexy beast I've ever laid eyes on turns out to be my stepfather.
You heard that right, my mum's husband!
The man who could make me wet with just a single stare, with his towering muscles, tattooed arms, and those piercing gray eyes that strip me bare.
One ride in his SUV and I want a real ride.
I'm just 21 in college, but he's 40, old enough to be my dad?
Who the hell cares! As long as he pins me down, and wrecks me with pleasure that leaves me begging, I'll sin with him every damn night.
Taboo? Bring it on.
‘Sinfully Yours, Step Daddy!’ is a boundary smashing blaze you can't read in public or alone (unless you're ready to touch yourself nonstop).
Dive into Ava with Stepdad, professor, step dad's best friend, the sugar doctor, Ava's unapologetic slut era, craving daddies.
Walk in horny, walk out dripping satisfied. Grab it now, your panties or boxers won't survive!
Steamy age gap taboo romance packed with dominance that'll have you screaming for more.
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Chapter: Girls Only High School 3She didn’t move away.She stayed right there, perched on the edge of her desk, habit still bunched at her waist, eyes locked on mine.“You’re trembling,” she said softly, almost kindly. “It’s all right to be nervous, Bethany. The first time always is.”I couldn’t speak. My throat was tight, my hands clenched at my sides.She reached out again, this time cupping my cheek, thumb brushing my lower lip.“I’ve wanted this since I saw you yesterday,” she whispered. “A girl like you, pure, beautiful, untouched. You have no idea how rare that is here.”Her hand slid down my neck, over my collarbone, resting lightly on my chest, right over my racing heart.“I can be gentle,” she said. “I can show you everything you’ve been curious about. No pain. Just pleasure. Just us.”I swallowed.“I… I’ve never…”“I know,” she murmured, smiling. “That’s why I want you even more.”She stood, took my hand, an
Last Updated: 2026-01-05
Chapter: Girls Only High School 2The next day I woke up, sunlight already pouring through the thin curtains. My body felt heavy, like I hadn’t really slept, I just drifted in and out of restless dreams filled with moans and tangled bodies I couldn’t unsee.I rolled over, grabbed my phone from the nightstand. No classes today, free period for some faculty meetings. Perfect.I’d planned to go straight to the hostel mistress, report what I’d walked in on last night. It was my duty, right? Someone had to say something.I threw on a modest knee length skirt and a high neck blouse, the kind my mom would approve of and headed out, rosary beads clicking softly in my pocket for comfort.The hostel mistress’s office was on the ground floor of the main dorm building, tucked behind the common lounge. The door was slightly ajar.I knocked once, polite, quick and pushed it open.And stopped dead.Sister Agnes, the hostel mistress herself, mid thirties, alwa
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Chapter: Girls Only High School 1I stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching under my sneakers, and turned to wave goodbye. Mom was already crying, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. Dad stood beside her, arm around her shoulders, trying to look strong but failing. I forced a smile, waved one last time, and watched the car pull away until it disappeared around the bend in the long, tree lined drive.The tears came then, hot and sudden. I wiped them quickly, adjusted the strap of my duffel bag on my shoulder, and turned toward the wrought iron gates.St. Agnes Academy for Girls.The sign was old, elegant, ivy climbing the stone pillars. An all girls boarding high school in the middle of nowhere, New Hampshire, far enough from the city that my parents thought it would keep me safe. Safe from boys, from parties, from everything they called worldly temptation.I was twenty. My name is Bethany. Everyone calls me Beth.And I am a virgin.Proudly.
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Chapter: My Hot Step Mum 13The silence in the room was deafening.Elena sat frozen on the bed, sheet clutched to her chest, face pale, eyes darting between Bernice and me like she was waiting for the floor to open and swallow her.Bernice leaned against the closed door, arms crossed, expression unreadable, partly shock, part something darker.I sat on the edge of the bed, still naked, breathing hard, cock slick and softening. I didn’t bother covering up.No point now.Elena found her voice first, small, cracked.“Bernice… how long?”Bernice shrugged, like it was casual.“A few weeks. It started the night you covered that double shift.”Elena’s hand flew to her mouth.“You… with him? In this house?”Bernice nodded. “Yeah. In his room. In the shower. On the couch once when you were asleep.”Elena looked at me, betrayal raw in her eyes.“You told me it was just us,” she whispered. “That it meant s
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Chapter: My Hot Step Mum 12The slap still stung on my cheek when I walked back into the living room, but it wasn’t pain I felt. It was on fire. Elena had disappeared upstairs again, door closed, no sound. Bernice was out somewhere, Dad was still at the office. I dropped onto the couch, phone in hand, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t stop replaying it, the way her body had tensed when I grabbed her, the flash of heat in her eyes before the fear and anger took over. The slap hadn’t been about stopping me. It had been about stopping herself. She wanted it. She just hated that she did. My phone buzzed, it was from Sarah. Sarah: What's up guy? Are you alive? I smirked, typed back. Me: Barely, long story. Sarah: spill tonight? beers on me. Me: Yeah. I need it. I tossed the phone aside. The rest of the day dragged on. I worked out in the garage, push ups, pull ups on the bar Dad installed years ago trying to burn off the frustration. It didn’t work. Bernice got home around five, arms full of shopping
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Chapter: My Hot Step Mum 11I sipped the coffee, mind already drifting to Elena, her face in the kitchen yesterday, the way she’d trembled under my touch, the knife in her hand like she could scare me off.It hadn’t. If anything, it made me want her more.The front door opened an hour later.Bernice walked in first, bags in hand, sunglasses pushed up into her hair. She saw me at the island and grinned.“Morning, sleepyhead. Or afternoon, I guess.”I glanced at the clock, almost noon.“You went shopping?”She dumped the bags on the counter, pulling out a few tops and jeans. “I need some stuff. Plus, Elena wanted to grab a few things for the house.”Elena came in behind her, arms full of grocery bags. She set them down without looking at me, hair tied back, wearing a simple sundress that hugged her curves in a way that made it hard to breathe.“Alex,” she said, neutral as hell. “Your dad’s still at the office. He said he’d be back soon.”I nodded, stood to help with the bags, deliberately, so I could brush past he
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Chapter: 139“NYRAI pulled my eyes open slowly, blinking and looking away from my slightly opened curtain. The ray of sunlight was directly on my face and the first thing I thought to do was press my face down with a pillow. I winced in pain considering my head was banging on like I'd gotten someone in there to play a drum roll, I guess it was the excessive whiskey I had drank that was making me feel this way, I groaned loudly, no matter how bad my hangover got, I always hurried back to go take some alcohol regardless, I was that shameless. I could feel all pain in all of my joints, especially my knee, I tried to move it, but it felt as though they was a heavy rock placed unto of it, I tried once again, this time, I could move it slightly, but it feel right back on the bed or whatever hard surface it was I had laid down on. Everything felt strange, oddly strange, and for the few seconds i layed still, i wondered what the fuck once going on. Just then I heard a light moan, and
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Chapter: 138~AVELINEI couldn't resist the urge of asking Nyra how the fuck she always ended up making me feel this way, whatever she decided to do to me, it always ended up with me utterly weak in the knee and begging for more. I needed to know that, I needed to learn enough tricks if they were any. With such an ability, I was certain I could rule over the women of Bloodfangs park, after Nyra anyways. Both old and young, we were all wired to get horny at some point, quite frankly it wouldn't be a bad idea if they all could feel the way Nyra had just made me feel. I could say there was no man capable of doing such, no man willing to know our sexual needs and satisfy them accordingly. They all were after a single thing, fuck and have thier sperms littered all over thier victims body, I call us the victim because it seemed as though we were some fucking prey without an option rather than spreading legs widely open and bending over to get fucked without getting a thing out from
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Chapter: 137~NYRAI stayed still for a moment, watching her unsteady breath, how she struggled to let air escape out from her mouth with her eyes still tightly shut. I could stab my claws into her throat this instant and watch her bleed to death, I could lower my face down into her neck and with my fangs I could drain her off whatever blood she'd got left in her. In summary, I could kill her this instant if I wanted to. I felt my fangs threaten to spring out with the thought of blood, Aveline's blood, but I held myself in, focusing my attention on her freezing pussy. It seemed as though her wolf instinct had whispered to her ears that there was something wrong, considering how she pulled her eyes open in a haste. Staring right into my eyes like she was searching for betrayal in them. I wouldn't do that anyways, Aveline's name wasn't engraved into my list of to kill people, she had done a lot of fucked up shit, but not one I unworthy of my forgiveness, I could say she was just some naive yet knowl
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Chapter: 136~NYRANo one talks about how appealing it is to sit back and watch a sex scene unfold right in front of you. Not getting involved but ensuring you feed your eyes up with every detail of the activities. It was as fun as participating even, considering you've got to watch from a distance while you weigh your own self discipline. How long can I sit back and watch without getting myself involved? How badly can I hold myself together without stabbing my finger into my cunt in pure desire? How long can I feel myself burning with desires without making a move to satisfy myself. I needed to know that, and that was the fun of it all, testing my own self and abilities. I loved that I could do that for a long ass time, I could sit back and watch Lira scream out in pleasure although it wasn't me doing the job. Knowing that my little pub could be this vulnerable and easy to please. I shrugged my shoulders in a bit of disappointment, she had learnt a lot from me, but not enough, she was easily plea
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Chapter: 135~AVELINEI held onto Lira's face, clenching tightly to her jaw until he let my nipples drop out from her mouth. I looked at her, my gaze clouded with nothing but pure lust. Her heave still came off steadily, only a slight break in intervals. I studied her face for a long while, wondering if she also felt the same way as I did, extremely needy, like my cunt was gonna explode out of range. I slowly held out her arm, dropping it in between my thighs so she could feel how wet I had become. “Look how wet you've got me……” I paused for a moment, looking down on her chest. Her breath was no longer as neutral as it initially was.“Pub,” I smirked lightly as I watched her take her hands further in-between my tight, her eyes searching for reluctance from me. But at this point, I didn't care, all I wanted was to get my aching cunt filled up, and she actually was available to help with that. I
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Chapter: 134~AVELINENyra seemed pleased by all that Lira did to her skin and I had begun to regret why I didn't take her offer the moment she had laid it down on a platter. I watched her shut her eyes close, press Lira's face deeper into her cunt and watch Lira's head wobble steadily between Nyra's legs, I wished it was me, it certainly had to be so good considering how Nyra pushed her ass forward, shook her legs on regular intervals and sighed out audibly. I now was a speculator in a show I had suggested be made. I felt so frustrated feeling my pussy ache terribly and not being able to do a thing just so i could uphold my pride. “Yeah right there pub!” I heard Nyra's voice, I guess the words had just slipped off from her lips. Lira began wobbling her head in a faster pace while she wiggled her ass from behind, I guess she also was horny, I wasn't the only one having a throbbing pussy in here. I heaved out in defeat after a long w
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Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories
> ️ Warning: This collection is sinfully explicit. Just glancing will make you squirm. If you can’t handle moans, ropes, or hands where they shouldn’t be turn back now.
You’ve been warned.
They say it’s just fiction... but these stories burn too real.
Every page drips with lust, danger, and forbidden desire.
There are no love stories here, only raw need, untamed passion, and the kind of encounters that leave your pulse racing and your body aching for more.
Inside these pages, you’ll find hotel hookups, forbidden age gaps, dominant bosses, naughty students with teachers, moaning nurses, lesbians, stepfathers who cross the line, and desperate daughters who let them and vice versa. From BDSM dungeons to office desks, from late-night threesomes to risky public play... no fantasy is off-limits.
Midnight Pleasures is a no-limits collection of erotic short stories meant to tease, tempt, and utterly satisfy. Quick hits. Slow burns. Rough rides. Dangerous desires. Even the ones you’ve never admitted out loud.
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Chapter: My Mum's Husband 4 Later in the day, just as the final bell rang, I saw Harry waiting by the gates. He spotted me instantly and crossed the crowd like he had a target in mind. My stomach sank. “Sophie,” he called, catching my wrist before I could slip past him. “What’s going on with you?” I blinked at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?” He frowned, his grip firm, his eyes searching my face. “You’ve been avoiding me. No texts last night, no calls. Now you’re acting like I don’t even exist.” Guilt stabbed at me, but it was drowned out by the heat that surged in my chest when I remembered who had really been keeping me occupied last night. Elijah. My stepdad. My Daddy. I forced myself to meet Harry’s eyes. “I’m just… a little sick,” I said, soft enough that he had to lean closer to hear me. But he shook his head immediately, disbelief written all over his face. “Sick? You don’t look sick, Sophie. You look like you’re hiding something.” His tone sharpened, and before I could react, he tugge
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Chapter: My Mum's Husband 3 His cock kept sliding, heavy and hot, rubbing me raw with need. Every drag made me clench, my body begging, my pussy dripping all over him. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Daddy… please,” I whispered, my voice shaking, broken. “I need it. I need your cock inside me.” He groaned, low and rough, the sound vibrating against my breast where his mouth still sucked and bit. His teeth released me with a wet pop, and he leaned back, eyes burning into mine. “You want Daddy’s cock that bad?” he asked, his voice a dangerous growl. His hand wrapped around his thick length, the fat head pressing hard against my entrance. “You think this little cunt can take me?” “Yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. My thighs trembled around him, desperate. “Please, Daddy. Split me open. I need it.” Something snapped in his gaze. With a grunt, he gripped my ass, lifted me just enough, and then slammed me down. His cock speared into me, stretching me wide, stealing the air from my lungs. I choke
Last Updated: 2025-12-02
Chapter: My Mum's Husband (2) “Elijah,” “Daddy,” he growled against my lips, biting down hard enough on my bottom one to make me cry out softly. “Say it right.” My whole body shivered. “Daddy…” He groaned into my mouth, like the word alone broke something inside him. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes burned, pupils blown wide. “Do you have any idea how dangerous you are, little girl?” “Then don’t,” I whispered. My chest rose and fell fast. “Don’t touch me.” He smirked, his thumb brushing over my swollen bottom lip. “You don’t want me to stop. Not when you’re dripping already.” And he was right. My thighs clenched helplessly, my body betraying me. Elijah dropped his head, his mouth latching onto my nipple through the thin cotton of my tank top. The scrape of his teeth and the heat of his tongue made me arch hard, my hand tangling in his hair. “Shhh,” he growled against my breast. “You’ll wake your mother.” The words only made it worse. My pussy clenched arou
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Chapter: My Mum's Husband (1) The soft rhythm of Mum’s breathing filled the darkened bedroom. She lay curled on her side, no more than three meters away from me, her silhouette faint under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. She had gone to bed early, exhausted from her shift at the hospital, but I hadn’t been able to sleep. And neither had Elijah. I could hear him at the little bar that sat tucked in the corner of the bedroom, crystal clinking against glass as he poured whiskey into two tumblers. His broad back was turned to me, muscles shifting beneath the white cotton of his shirt as though he carried a weight far heavier than the liquor he held. I shouldn’t have been watching him. I shouldn’t even have been awake. But I couldn’t look away. “Drink?” he asked, voice low, careful not to wake Mum. I sat up a little straighter in bed, my pulse already racing. “Is that… for me?” He turned, glass in hand, his eyes catching mine across the space. He smirked, though it was a dangerous kind of smirk. “You’re o
Last Updated: 2025-11-27
Chapter: Return Of Professor Dean FinalWe were back at the clinic by two-thirty, even though they’d told us not to come before three. Dean said it was better to be early than to pace another circle into his living room rug. I I think he just couldn’t stand watching me fold and unfold the same corner of a magazine for one more minute.The waiting room was too bright, too quiet except for the soft bubble of the water cooler and the occasional cough from an elderly man in the corner. Dean kept my hand in both of his, thumb rubbing the inside of my wrist like he could slow my pulse by sheer will. Every time the door to the corridor opened we both flinched.I hadn’t slept. My eyes were puffy, my throat raw from crying into Dean’s chest half the night. He hadn’t slept either, I’d felt him staring at the ceiling every time I drifted off, his arm locked around me like he was afraid I’d disappear before morning.At 3:07 the nurse appeared with a clipboard and a small, sympathetic smile.“Miss Harper? Professor Dean? Dr Patel is r
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Chapter: Return Of Professor Dean 8I told the doctor I wanted a DNA test.The doctor was matter of fact, almost bored, when I asked for the paternity test. “Non invasive prenatal paternity,” he said, already pulling on fresh gloves. “Simple buccal swab from the potential fathers and a maternal blood draw. We can have results in twenty four hours if you pay the rush fee.” I nodded so hard my neck hurt. Dean squeezed my hand, signed the consent forms without hesitation, let them swab the inside of his cheek.I gave ten millilitres of blood and felt every drop like it was carrying the verdict of my entire life.“Come back tomorrow after three,” the nurse said, sealing the envelopes. “We’ll phone if anything changes.”Dean drove us home in silence. His hand rested on my thigh the whole way, thumb stroking slow circles, like he could soothe the terror out of me through denim. I stared out the window and prayed to whatever cruel god was listening, please let it be Dean’s. Please don’t make me carry Elijah’s baby while h
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
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?
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Chapter: 085~ Iris POVIt's been a month since I packed into the Duncan's family. Everything been weird. Steel against steel always cleared my head.The rhythm of it.The certainty.The clean honesty of combat.Unlike politics, swords did not lie.They either struck or they missed.Thorne circled me slowly in the training yard, blade raised, posture relaxed but precise. He had served Duncan longer than most wolves had been alive. Loyal. Observant. Annoyingly perceptive.And I trusted him, he's was my friend, he had helped me several times. “You’re thinking again,” he said.“I’m always thinking.”“That’s the problem.”I lunged.He deflected smoothly, metal ringing sharp in the morning air. The yard was mostly empty,only a few younger trainees sparring on the far end.“Focus,” Thorne warned lightly.“I am focused.”He smirke
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Chapter: 084~ Cassian POVAlice was unraveling.I could see it the moment she stepped into the clearing.Not angry.Not sharp.Uncertain.Uncertainty was more dangerous than rage. Rage was easy to guide. Uncertainty could turn inward.“I can’t do this anymore,” she said before I could greet her.No dramatic entrance. No preamble.Just exhaustion.I remained seated on the fallen tree trunk, calm, patient.“Can’t do what?”“This,” she snapped. “Meetings. Messages. Planning against my own father.”Ah.So that was where the weakness lay.I tilted his head slightly.“You’re not planning against your father.”She let out a bitter laugh.“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”Silence stretched between us. I let it. Silence makes people fill space with confession.“I thought I was protecting something,” she cont
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Chapter: 083~iris pov My body molded to his and I could feel the outline of his hard muscles through his clothing. Duncan licked my lips and I opened for him, meeting his tongue with my own. He let out a low moan before trailing his hands down my sides, cupping my ass. I gasped, as he chose that moment to break our kiss, and start trailing his lips down my neck. Tingles shot down my spine as he reached the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet.Gently bitting the area he buried his hands in my long hair and titled my hair to the side for the better access. I wish he would claim me already.“ God, yes,”i moaned. Lifting one leg to hook around his hips, I ground my core against the hard bulge in his pants. I couldn't seem to think clearly as Duncan started kissing my chest. Everything was happening so fast, as he reached behind me and undid the clasp of my lacy black bra. My bare breasts were exposed to the cool air as Duncan moved away from me for a moment and gazed at me.“ Damn, iris
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Chapter: 082~Author pov Peace felt unfamiliar.Not fragile.Just… distant.Weeks had passed since Eunice’s exile. The pack had steadied. Patrol reports were clean.No border breaches. No political unrest. Even Cassian had gone quiet.Too quiet, perhaps.But silence after chaos is seductive. It makes you believe storms have moved on.Iris stood on the balcony outside Duncan’s study, watching the late afternoon sun bleed into the forest. The estate below was alive with routine,warriors rotating shifts, servants carrying supplies, trainees sparring in the yard.Order.Structure.Control.On the surface, everything was settled.And yet…Alice still wouldn’t look at her.That was the only fracture left.“You’re thinking too loudly.”Duncan’s voice came from behind her, low and almost amused.She didn’t turn immediately.“Is it that obvious?”“To me.”She glanced over her shoulder. He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled, tension no longer carved into his posture the way it had been weeks ago.He loo
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Chapter: 081~ Alice POVThe idea did not begin as murder.It began as fear.I told myself that every night.This isn’t about killing him.It’s about stopping something worse.Iris becoming Luna.Iris becoming my stepmother.Iris standing beside my father at ceremonies, wearing my mother’s title, sleeping in my mother’s room, carrying my mother’s authority.That was the image that poisoned my sleep.Not blood.Not war.But Iris in white and silver, crowned by the council, hand resting lightly on Duncan’s arm.Smiling.Like she belonged there.Iris was supposed to be my best friend.I had always known the pack would need a Luna again someday.And that's why I've been working towards it, fighting Eunice. The elders whispered about it already.A strong Alpha needed a strong mate.And Iris…Iris was p
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Chapter: 080~ Alice POVI had never hated silence before.Now it stalked. Too orderly. Too composed. As if the walls themselves were pretending nothing had rotted inside them for years.My aunt was gone.My father had buried himself in Alpha duties.Iris moved through the halls like a ghost.And I….I was unraveling.I told myself I hated them all.My dad. Iris. My aunt.It was easier that way.Easier to let anger burn than let grief swallow me whole.But the worst part wasn’t my father.Well, part of it It wasn’t Eunice.It wasn’t even the humiliation of that day in the council chamber.It was the ache.That stubborn, traitorous ache in my chest that refused to die.Because i still loved Iris.And that made me furious with myself.I avoided her.Ignored her presence at meals.
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