My Best Friend's Dad Is My Alpha Mate
Werewolf Romance • Dark Romance • Forbidden Love
Naya Veyra came to New York for one reason to spend the summer with her best friend, Santana Lopez.
She never expected to come face-to-face with the one man she had spent years trying to forget.
Alpha Zayden Lopez.
Santana's father.
Powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable.
At forty-three, Zayden is the feared Alpha of the Obsidian Crest Pack, a man who controls one of New York's most powerful supernatural families from behind the walls of his luxurious Manhattan empire.
And Naya has secretly been attracted to him for years.
She knows he's forbidden.
She knows he's her best friend's father.
And she knows nothing can ever happen between them.
Until her twenty-first birthday.
The night Naya's dormant wolf finally awakens, she discovers the truth that changes everything.
Zayden is her mate.
But Zayden refuses to accept the bond.
He knows exactly what choosing Naya would cost him his pack, his reputation, his relationship with his daughter, and possibly Naya's life.
So he rejects her.
But the mate bond refuses to die.
As strange attacks begin targeting Naya, secrets buried inside the Veyra bloodline start coming to light. Someone powerful knows what Naya really is and they will kill anyone standing between them and her.
Soon, Naya finds herself trapped between a dangerous Alpha she should never love, a best friend who feels betrayed, and a supernatural war hidden beneath the glittering streets of New York City.
Then she discovers that her mother's disappearance wasn't an accident.
Her bloodline isn't ordinary.
And the bond between her and Zayden may have existed long before either of them ever met.
He is her best friend's father.
She is the woman he was never supposed to love.
And someone has been waiting for their bond to awaken.
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Chapter: Chapter Five: Happy Birthday to MePOV: NayaNothing prepares you for being ignored by the man who had his mouth on your breast eighteen hours ago.Zayden didn't show up to breakfast. Or lunch. Dorian said he was "handling Council business in the city." Vespera watched me across the kitchen island like I was a bomb with a loose wire.By nightfall, I was ready to scream."Stop sulking," Santana said, zipping me into a dress I'd never have picked. Red silk. Backless. Thin straps. Cut so low in front that a bra was impossible. "It's your birthday. You're getting drunk, you're dancing, and you're looking hot. That's the plan.""Whose plan?""Mine."I'd begged her not to make a fuss. She'd ignored me, obviously. The whole terrace over the Hudson glittered with string lights and a hundred pack members in cocktail dresses and dark suits. Champagne towers. A DJ. A cake the size of a tire.And a fire in my blood that hadn't stopped since the west corridor.It was worse tonight. My skin felt too tight. My pulse thudded in places
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: Chapter Four: The West CorridorPOV: ZaydenI told her to stay out of the west corridor.At 1:07 a.m., she was standing in the middle of it.Barefoot. Silk sleep shorts. A thin white tank top that clung to every curve and left nothing to my imagination. Hair loose, damp at the ends, one hand pressed flat over her chest like she was trying to hold something in.I'd been in my study for four hours, drinking nothing, pacing. Trying not to follow the heartbeat I could hear through two floors of stone. Trying not to count the seconds between beats.Now that heartbeat was thirty feet away and walking toward me. Every step echoed inside my chest. My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless, furious at the walls I'd built. He'd been silent for twenty-two years. Now he wouldn't shut up.I could smell her from here. Soap and warm skin. And underneath, unmistakable, arousal."I told you," I said, and my voice sounded like gravel dragged over concrete, "to stay out of this hallway."Naya's eyes went wide, then dark. "I couldn't sle
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: Chapter Three: Dinner With The AlphaPOV: NayaI did not touch myself in the shower thinking about my best friend's father.That was the lie I told the bathroom mirror, anyway.The truth was messier. The truth was that I'd stood under scalding water for ten minutes, forehead against the tile, trying to wash off the feeling of that voice in my head. Mate. Not mine. Not a hallucination either. It had sounded like him.My skin still hummed. My breasts felt heavy, sensitive, aching for a touch that wasn't mine.Every drop of water felt like fingertips. I hated how badly I wanted them to be his.I slid one hand over my stomach. Lower.Just to take the edge off, I told myself. Just so I could sit through dinner without combusting.I closed my eyes and let myself see him. The rolled sleeves. The veins in his forearms. The way he'd said my name, low and rough, like a man breaking a rule. My fingers moved between my thighs and my breath hitched. I bit my lip to trap the sound, cupped my own breast, pinched my nipple hard and imag
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: Chapter Two: Twenty-Two Years of SilencePOV: ZaydenThe whiskey glass wasn't the only thing I broke.I locked the study door, pressed my back against it, and listened to my own heartbeat like it belonged to a stranger.Twenty-two years.Twenty-two years of silence inside my skull. No voice. No pull. No fire. My wolf had gone dormant so long I'd stopped expecting anything from him.Then a girl in a gray tank top walked through my front door, and he woke up roaring.Mate."No," I said out loud.MATE."She's twenty-one. She's Santana's best friend. She eats cereal at my kitchen island."Ours.I crossed to the bar and poured a fresh drink. My hand shook so badly the bottle rattled against the glass. I set it down and gripped the edge of my desk until the wood cracked under my fingers.Her scent was still in my lungs. Warm vanilla. Sweat. Something wild and sweet I had never smelled on anyone. When she'd crossed her arms over her chest, when I'd seen her nipples tighten through that thin cotton because of me, my wolf had nearly
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: Chapter one: The Summer I Shouldn't Have ComePOV: NayaI told myself the heat crawling up my spine was just the New York summer.It wasn't.It was the iron gates of the Lopez estate sliding open in front of my Uber, and the knowledge that somewhere behind them was the one man I had no business wanting."You good, miss?" the driver asked."Yeah. Just tired."Tired was easier than terrified. Easier than the truth: that three weeks ago I'd found my mother's name erased from every record I owned, that I had nowhere else to go, and that when Santana texted, "Come stay all summer, Daddy already said yes," I'd stared at the word Daddy for a full minute before typing back, "ok."Because I knew exactly what I was doing.I was walking straight into the fire.The car crunched up a gravel drive lined with black oaks, forty minutes north of Manhattan, where the Hudson glittered through the trees like something expensive. The Obsidian Crest Pack didn't do subtle. Stone, glass, a fountain out front. Men in dark suits stood at the corners of th
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
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