Sins With My Ex's Father

Kylie's POV Putting down my wine glass, my eyes wander around the glittering ballroom, trying to locate my mate. I had been sitting here for a while now, but he was nowhere to be found, even though he had invited me here himself. Just as I was debating whether to go look for him for the third time, Mia, my best friend, muttered beside me. "Look at him." Face twisted with disgust, she scoffed. "Making out with that hussy in public when he had a mate at home. Poor woman, she just bore him twins two weeks ago, and yet, here he was…” I followed her gaze, and my stomach churned. A tall male wolf had a younger she-wolf on his lap, one hand on her waist, the other inside her shirt while his head was pressed against her nape, clearly taking in her scent. I recognized the man, Jace. He was married, and I had met his mate. She was a lovely beauty: sweet, soft-spoken and kind. She had also once given me food when my stepmother hid the foodstuff. "What a bastard.” I couldn't help bu

"At the bar. You were downing whiskey like it was water.” I paused, my eyes filled with shock. “You did?” He nodded slowly. “Yeah. You know… you looked out of place in that pretty dress of yours, like you were meant to be at the altar instead of a bar.” His words made my heart race. I suddenly remembered that I had felt a particular gaze on me earlier. Was he the one? I mumbled under my breath. “Guess I was too drunk to notice stalkers.” A smirk curled on his lips. “I’m not a stalker.” And damn, those lips… they looked tempting. They must feel soft. I wanna take a bite. I responded after several seconds of silence, “Stalkers wouldn't say they were.” He chuckled. “I guess I'm guilty then.” “Huh huh.” “So you were drunk after having three glasses?” He suddenly mentioned, and my eyes narrowed. How did he know? Oh wait… if he was indeed looking at me, he would know. But I was still a bit surprised. He didn't look as if he was waiting for a response. For some reason,

Kylie’s POV I reached the pack grounds and made a quick stop at my house. There was no way I could train in my current dress. I was already late, and the last thing I wanted was to be singled out for dressing like I was attending a ball. I sprinted to my room, got out of the dress, and reached for my usual training wear. But my hand paused halfway to the drawer. Suddenly, I had another idea. My eyes lit up as I turned towards my closet. I dug through the hangers and pulled out the black biker shorts I bought months ago when I went to the human city. I planned to wear it with a cream BBL jacket, the same combo that made Cole get a nosebleed the first time he saw me in it. He had practically begged me not to wear it again, saying something about it being 'too tight,' and 'showing too much skin'. In the end, I had conceded. Well, where is he now, anyway? This happened just a month ago. A part of me couldn't help but wonder when he had started screwing Lucy. I pulled

Cole's POV *FLASHBACK Before I met Lucy, I thought Kylie was everything. Kylie was beautiful, confident and smart. She also had that wild girl aura that could pull any man, but she was mine only. The warriors secretly talked about her, either the way she talked or laughed, or the way her ass bounced when she walked, or the way her tities shook when she giggled. Each of them was always left entranced. They wanted to dominate her, all of them, but once again, she's only submissive to me. Or is she? Most times, she has too many opinions on things she shouldn't. She wouldn’t even listen to me if it's not what she wanted. Arguments came so easily with her that I was always left frustrated. One night, after a fight over something stupid — which was her catching me watching p**n, she instantly got angry. I mean, you are denying me sex with the excuse you're exhausted after practicing your new dance, and when I went to watch p**n to pleasure myself, you got angry and threw me out of yo

Cole's POV 3rd Flashback And there it was—the expression I had been waiting to see. Her face drained of color, her lips quivered, and her eyes widened with disbelief. I raised my chin. Yes. I wanted her to panic and understand that she could be kept or discarded by me at any moment. Maybe that was when she would learn that I'm her Alpha, and she needed to obey me and not speak to me however she pleased. Seeing her standing there with those puppy-like eyes made my heart soften a bit. But I couldn't step back now. She needed to be more shaken. So I pressed, "Accept the rejection." I was expecting her to beg, to fall on her knees and cling to my leg, pleading with me with teary eyes not to end things. But nothing prepared me for her next words. "You betrayed me." Not an apology. No sign of remorse. Just three arrogant words as if I were in the wrong. Damn. What an insufferable woman. Fine. We will do this the hard way. "We don't have all day. Accept my rejection. From now on,