5- My Bully’s Daddy (Alpha)

ELARA.

The walls were mirrors. Not just on one side but all around. Floor to ceiling. The room glowed with candlelight and power and the scent of jasmine, wine and lust curling through the air like smoke. It was silent but it wasn’t empty.

Across the room there are a few masked figures lounged on velvet chairs, quiet as ghosts but eyes glittering behind black and red.

I stood in the center of it all barefoot on marble wearing only sheer black lace that clung to my body like a second skin. My collar sparkled at my throat. My rounded belly (still small and soft) pushed against the fabric unmistakably marked by Kael’s seed. My nipples were hard through the lace and my thighs damp.

They were here for us as they were invited by him. Strangers with power and rank and and dirty secret desires. But tonight they would only watch. Silent witnesses to something they would never touch. Never taste.

And I felt high on it. Drunk on being the center of his world and the obsession of theirs. Kael stepped in behind me dressed in nothing but loose black slacks with his bare chest gleaming under the low light. His eyes locked onto mine in the mirror hungry and dark as sin.

“You trust me?” he asked brushing a hand along my jaw.

“I’m yours. You don’t have to ask.” I whispered.

He smirked and then then he began. His hands moved with slow purpose sliding the lace down my body inch by inch until I stood completely naked dripping and exposed in front of our silent audience. But I didn’t hide but I lifted my chin. I met their eyes through the masks.

Because Kael wanted them to see.

He pulled me gently toward the four poster bed draped in black silk, positioned so that every movement would be reflected from all angles. He sat on the edge and drew me between his knees. His palm pressed between my thighs and found me wet, open and aching.

“She’s always like this now. Dripping and ready like My perfect little mate.” he said softly voice meant for me but directed to them.

I trembled, not from fear but from rawa need. He lifted me onto his lap my knees straddling his thighs, my belly against his chest and his cock (thick, hot already leaking) pressing against my slit. He didn’t rush. He dragged the tip up and down painting my folds with precum until I was panting.

Then he looked at me.

“Eyes open and watch what I do to you” he said.

I watched in the mirror as he guided me down, inch by inch until I was seated fully on him stuffed with him my body stretching around every inch of his cock amd my mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

He filled me completely. It was slow at first then deep. Grinding up into me as he whispered filth in my ear and held my hips like I was made of breakable gold.

“You were nothing before me. Look at yourself now. Look what I’ve turned you into.” he groaned his eyes locked on mine in the glass.

I looked. I saw my flushed skin. My swollen breasts and my collar glinting with diamonds. My belly round with his child. And his cock disappearing inside me over and over slow, relentless and owned.

The masked audience didn’t speak. They didn’t move bit I could feel their hunger thicken the air. Kael’s hands slid up my back down again. He licked a stripe up my throat and then bit down hard enough to make me cry out. He leaned into my ear.

“They want to come. Just from watching you.”

I moaned.

“And you’ll come for me, right here let them see how this cunt grips me. How perfect you are. How made for me you were.”

His thrusts picked up not brutal or punishing but intense. Designed to make me burn. I wrapped my arms around his neck, panting into his shoulder athe heat inside me coiling tighter with every stroke.

“Touch yourself. Let them see how you beg.”

My fingers found my clit and rubbed tight fast circles while Kael fucked me from beneath harder now, faster the wet slap of our bodies echoing across marble and glass. I cried out his name over and over louder than I should have but I didn’t care.

Because I wanted them to hear. I wanted them to know. He was mine. And then I came stars exploding behind my eyes my pussy clenching around him like it never wanted to let go.

Kael followed instantly spilling inside me with a groan so deep it rattled the walls. His cock pulsed thick and hot, flooding me, marking me again and staking his final claim with the eyes of the world watching.

I collapsed into him. And he held me there rocking us gently witj his seed dripping down my thighs and our reflections staring back at us from every wall.

“You’ll never be unseen again.”

***

The courtyard was silent. Not the quiet kind of silence but the thunderous kind the kind that comes after shock when every breath is held and every soul waits for what’s next.

I stood at the edge of the dais my bare shoulders wrapped in Kael’s black ceremonial cloak, the diamond collar still gleaming at my throat. The stars above were sharp and also watching. The entire pack stood below us wolves in every rank, every house and every name that once cursed mine.

And beside me…was him.

Alpha Kael. The monster in every whispered tale. The untouchable ruler of this land. The man who took me, ruined me, marked me in secret and then taught me that ruin could be another word for belonging. He stepped forward.

“Tonight you will forget the name you gave her. You will forget the lies. The whispers. The bruises you watched form on her skin and never stopped. Because from this day forward, she is mine.” He said every syllable slicing clean through the silence.

Gasps rippled through the crowd but he didn’t pause.

“Elara is not your maid. She is not your secret. She is not your scapegoat. She is your Luna. My mate. My chosen. The bearer of my heir. The crown on this pack’s head.”

And then…he turned to me. His eyes wild and sure.

“I claim you now before all.”

He cupped the back of my neck with one strong hand, tilted my head and then in front of everyone he sank his teeth into the curve of my shoulder and marked me.

The pain was instant searing, beautiful and holy. And then came the rush of the bond. The wild thunder of energy slamming into my chest as every fiber of my being lit up with him. His name etched itself into my soul and mine into his.

I sobbed from the sensation from the ache and the glory of it as he pulled back, lips stained with blood eyes burning with everything he felt for me. And when I opened my eyes again everything had changed.

Because they BOWED!!!

Every single one of them. Those who laughed at me and hurt me. Looked through me like I didn’t exist. Now on their knees before me, their heads low their submission not forced but given.

And Riva? She was the first to kneel and the last to lift her gaze. I didn’t even cry because I felt something I’d never known before not like this.

I felt powerful and beautiful and very loved.

Kael reached for something then and as I turned he lifted it gently onto my head. It was a crown. Silver and laced with obsidian stones and tiny diamonds like stars. It wasn’t heavy. It sat on my curls like it had always been waiting for me.

I never would’ve dreamed of this. But now I was this.

Their Luna when I never would have dreamed of it.

We turned together and I followed him back inside, past the stunned crowd through the long stone hallways that had once felt too cold for someone like me. But now they bowed at every turn and doors opened before I could lift a hand.

And then we were alone again. His door shut behind us and the air changed. There was no rush in his steps tonight. No hunger to bend me over or claim me on the floor. He led me to the bed like I was something sacred something to be touched only with love.

Kael removed my cloak and crown slowly placing them on the bedside table like treasures. Then he undressed me with soft hands brushing kisses over every inch of exposed skim whispering between them like he needed to say the things he never could in front of others.

“You’re everything Elara.”

“You never belonged to the dirt. You belonged to the stars.”

“I would burn down the world before I let them take you again.”

And then he made love to me. It wasn’t with with power or with punishment. But with care. With heat that didn’t burn only warmed. He moved inside me with slow, aching strokes with his hands cradling my waist and his lips brushing mine with every thrust.

Our fingers tangled and eyes stayed locked. He kissed my jaw, my throat amd my swollen mark like he needed to memorize it. We were also alone.

He whispered my name over and over until it became a sound between our bodies.