Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father

CHAPTER 2SERAPHINA:The moment my name came out of his mouth, I wanted to disappear into the mattress. My instincts told me to pull my shirt down, apologize, maybe say some desperate explanation that might save the little dignity I had left. I opened my mouth to give that explanation but the moment he stood in front of me. I couldn’t speak. I swallowed hard. Then he stopped at the mirror where I had hung a picture of him. I covered my face in shame. His jaw tightened. “Sera, were you masturbating to a picture of me?”Blood rushed to my cheeks. I should deny it. I mean that is what anyone would do. “Yes,” I whispered. He didn’t say anything for a long time. My clit was still throbbing from the orgasm I had stolen while moaning his name. His eyes lingered there for a long time. Then he climbed on the bed, dropping on one knee. Oh my fuck, the bed dipped under his weight. Before I could breathe, his large hands wrapped around my legs and dragged me towards him . A small sound c

SERAPHINA:The dress looked beautiful I'd have to admit. Damien was the one who had picked it for me, considering Marcus was well, too tired to give a fuck.I tried to smile as I stared at myself in the mirror. The bodice of the gown were ivory silk and there were small pearl buttons running up the spine that took Nadia twelve minutes to fasten.“Yes, this is a dress that befits a woman about to make the worst decision of her life," I muttered to myself"Stop it,” Nadia shunned. "You look perfect. I've been waiting for this day”I had no doubt that Nadia was more excited about this day than I was. She had always questioned if I could feel. Are you seriously not in love with anyone? She would always ask. I never told her about my crush with the alpha. I hadn't told her about last night. I couldn't tell her. Last night had been shelved in the category of things I needed to forget if I wanted to function like a normal wolf. I had to accept Marcus. He was the one who wanted me. I press

SERAMy parents were dead, yet whatever Damien was talking about already had me so on edge than I already was throughout the entire shitty day.His presence and his scent didn’t make that birthday. “What happened?”“Let’s go to the pack house, we can talk there,” he said, making my stomach churn uncontrollably.Did this have anything to do with my pack? I opened my mouth to protest but the tightness of Damien’s face told me I shouldn’t. He stood up first and I followed, dragging up this unbelievably itchy dress with me. I took one step and lost my balance but Damien caught me fast, his hands landing on my waist and holding me still, sending waves of shock through me.His scent engulfed me, allowing more memories from last night to surface. It felt like we were frozen in time and the overwhelming urge to push back a little until I felt him washed over me.“Easy.” His breath grazed my ears as he held me up steady. “Let’s go.”Just that and I was already fucking soaked. He stepped in fr

SERA“Like what?”“Like you want her to be your son instead!” Marcus yelled at his father.Oh.Oh, that. I released a sigh of relief, perched against the door left ajar, eavesdropping.Don’t lecture me on right and wrong, please. I had lost track of all of that.My heart thrummed violently in my chest like a band of drums, my grip tightening around the dress I was holding, and a bottle of kerosene in the other hand.I had come to burn the dress of Marcus’s favorite chair in his chambers, purely out of spite—which is very, very validated—when I had heard Damien’s voice and my system was forced to a stop.The sound of his deep voice was more than enough to keep me spiraling. I heard the entire conversation. Marcus’ insecurities and foolishness. He did deserve to be Damien’s son.Four years living with this family and I knew how much reverence the pack members, old and young, had for Damien. They all said he was the best Alpha from their lineage, and even now that I was sure I hated him

TENSERAThe hinges bit into my claws relentlessly, so I had to shift back, now naked with my foot stuck in the leg hold trap. I bled all over the iron, then I reached to grab it with both hands, gritting my teeth as I tried to pull it apart.It doesn’t come off.“Fuck!” I cried out, my vision blurred by tears. The forest was quiet except for the sound of small animals scurrying around and I was past the pack’s border by a few meters, which meant my shouting could attract friends.Or terrible enemies. It didn’t help that I was naked either. What was I thinking?Was I even thinking?I grabbed the iron with both hands again and tried to pull the clasp apart but it barely budged, then clasped even harder after I let go.I growled, biting into the soil when the pain shot up through me. It was unimaginable. The sharp parts of the iron were digging past muscles and bones, not to mention how much it burned like it had been laced with wolfsbane.If we did set these traps, it must have been fo