Lucian Returns

Damien stared at his phone screen, his golden eyes narrowing with clear displeasure. The message from Marcus was short but loaded with implications.

Marcus: Lucian just landed, he’ll be at the mansion tomorrow afternoon.

Monalisa, still naked and wrapped in the sheets beside him, noticed the sudden change in his expression. She sat up slowly, the silk sheet slipping down to reveal the curve of her breasts and the many marks Damien had left on her skin during their passionate night.

“Who is Lucian?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with curiosity and a hint of anxiety.

Damien placed the phone on the nightstand and turned to her. For a long moment, he simply looked at her, his young, beautiful stepdaughter, the woman he had claimed so thoroughly the night before. He reached out and pulled her back into his arms, her back pressed against his bare chest.

“My son,” he said quietly, his large hand resting possessively on her stomach. “He’s been abroad for the last two years managing some of our European pack alliances. He’s coming home tomorrow.”

Monalisa tensed in his embrace. “Your son…” The words felt strange on her tongue. She had known Damien was a powerful Alpha with a pack, but the reality of him having a grown son, a son who would now live in the same house where she was secretly sleeping with his father made everything feel even more dangerous and complicated.

Damien seemed to sense her unease. His arms tightened around her, one hand sliding between her legs to cup her pussy gently, as if reminding her of who she belonged to.

“He’s 27,” Damien murmured, kissing the back of her neck. “Not my biological son. I adopted him after his original pack was massacred when he was young. He’s family but he doesn’t know about us, and he can never know.”

Monalisa shivered as Damien’s fingers began to slowly stroke her sensitive folds. Even after everything they had done, her body still responded to his touch with embarrassing eagerness.

“Will he stay here?” she whispered, trying to focus despite the pleasure building again between her thighs.

“Yes,” Damien growled softly, pushing two fingers inside her. “In this house. Which means you must be very, very careful, princess. No sounds, no mistakes. You sleep in my bed every night, but during the day you play the perfect, innocent stepdaughter.”

Monalisa moaned softly as he curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot. “And if I can’t?”

Damien’s eyes flashed bright gold, his wolf rising closer to the surface. “Then Daddy will have to punish you where Lucian can’t hear.”

The next afternoon, the mansion buzzed with unusual activity. Maids hurried through the halls, preparing rooms and carrying fresh linens. Monalisa stood in the grand foyer, wearing a modest sundress that covered most of the marks on her body. Her heart raced as she heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.

Damien stood beside her, his hand resting lightly on her lower back in a seemingly innocent gesture. Only she could feel the possessiveness in his touch.

Suddenly, the front door opened, Lucian Voss walked in. He was tall, almost as tall as Damien, with a leaner but still athletic build. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his sharp features held a rebellious charm that contrasted with Damien’s commanding presence. His eyes, a striking hazel immediately found Monalisa, and something flickered in them: surprise, interest, and a hint of something darker.

“Well,” Lucian said with a slow, charming smile as he stepped closer. “You must be the famous Monalisa I’ve heard so much about.”

He extended his hand, Monalisa shook it politely, but she felt Damien’s fingers press slightly harder against her back.

“Nice to meet you,” she said softly.

A maid named Rosa, a middle-aged woman who had worked for the family for years, hurried forward with a warm smile. “Master Lucian, welcome home. Let me help with your bags.”

Lucian waved her off with a grin. “Thank you, Rosa, It’s good to be back.”

As Rosa and another maid took some of his luggage upstairs, Lucian’s gaze lingered on Monalisa a moment too long, Damien’s jaw clenched visibly.

“Father,” Lucian said, turning to Damien with a respectful nod, though his tone held a hint of challenge. “It’s been too long.”

Damien’s voice was cool and controlled. “Indeed. We’ll talk later, get settled first.”

As Lucian followed the maids upstairs, Damien turned to Monalisa, his expression dark.

“Nice to meet you stepsister”   

*****

Later that evening, after dinner where the conversation had been polite but tense, Monalisa found herself alone with Damien in his study. The door was locked, the full moon was still a few days away, but she could feel the lingering energy in the air. She stood by the window, arms wrapped around herself.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said softly. “With Lucian here… I shouldn’t sleep in your bedroom anymore, It’s too risky.”

Damien, who had been pouring himself a drink, froze. He set the glass down and walked over to her, turning her to face him.

“No,” he said firmly, cupping her face with both hands. “You sleep where I can keep you close. Where I can touch you, and remind you who you belong to.”

Monalisa’s eyes filled with conflict. “But what if he hears us? What if he suspects something? This is already so dangerous, Damien. I feel like I’m losing myself but I can’t stop wanting you.”

Damien’s expression softened slightly. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

“I know it’s hard,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “But I can’t let you go. Not now, not ever. You’re mine, Monalisa. My mate, my obsession, my everything.”

He kissed her then, slow, deep, and full of emotion. Monalisa kissed him back, her hands sliding up his chest. The kiss grew more passionate, their bodies pressing together as the forbidden desire flared once again.

For the next hour, they lost themselves in each other. Damien took her on the leather couch in his study, then again against the desk, whispering promises and commands that made her tremble with pleasure. Monalisa gave herself to him completely, calling him Daddy as she came undone in his arms.

But as they lay together afterward, catching their breath, the reality of Lucian’s presence loomed over them like a shadow.

The next morning, Monalisa woke up early and slipped out of Damien’s bed before anyone could see. She was halfway down the hallway when she heard Lucian’s voice from the stairs.

“Morning, Monalisa.”

She turned, forcing a smile. Lucian stood there, looking relaxed in a casual shirt, watching her with curious eyes.

“Morning,” she replied.

Lucian’s gaze lingered on the faint mark on her neck that she hadn’t managed to cover completely.

“Slept well?” he asked, a hint of something unreadable in his tone.

Monalisa’s heart raced, the secrets were getting harder to keep.