Spoiled and pampered by my Daddy Alpha

Prologue

"D..daddy" I breathed out as he explored my mouth with his tongue. His hand was caressing my shoulders and arms and I felt him cupping my breasts, his thumb flicked over my nipple and I jerked into his touch.

His lips came down on my neck, leaving love bites and hickeys. A low sound rumbled in his chest, more growl than groan.

"Daddy please…" I begged although I didn't even know what I was begging for.

My name is Olivia, I am twenty years old and I was going through a tough time in my life and Daddy was comforting me. He had entered my room and met me crying. His eyes had darkened, flickering amber for a moment before settling back to their usual color, when I told him what happened but that was his only reaction. He simply gave me a handkerchief to wipe my tears and I carefully placed my head on his shoulder, cleaning my tears with the provided handkerchief.

"Shhhh baby girl, don't think of anything, just relax and focus on how it feels", he whispered in a husky voice, his breath fanning the hard pebbles of my nipples sending a chill down my spine.

Daddy licked one nipple and started sucking it as if it was his favorite candy while his other hand played with my other nipple.

I started to feel something wet between my legs. It felt strange, delicious at once. I had never felt anything like it before and I was liking it.

Now I was starting to feel real good, as promised by Daddy.

When Daddy left my nipple, he started to kiss down my body, over my stomach, around my inner thighs, moving closer to my core.

I gasped at the feeling, an intense need building even though I didn't know what I wanted.

Daddy moved closer, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin. A sound erupted from the back of my throat, my hips jerking up on their own accord to meet his searching lips.

He took a deep inhale, his nostrils flaring, "You smell so good, bunny", he breathed against my most intimate part.

His husky voice made me even wetter, "I bet you taste even better."

With those words, his tongue parted my lips and tasted my clit.

My head spun. Daddy always makes me feel good.

Looking down, my gaze held his lustful ones for a moment. A ring of gold flared briefly around his pupils before fading.

Daddy dug his face between my thighs and started sucking on my clit.

I bucked against him, "d…d…daddy…"

I couldn't recognize my own voice. It was high, shrill, filled with unexplainable pleasure.

"Shhh…sweetheart, you're going to bring the whole pack running." He said, his voice thick with amusement, the raw hunger in his gaze shaking me.

He ducked his head, sucked hard on my clit.

"D…daddy!!!" I cried out his name, my fingers digging into his hair.

I closed my eyes seeing stars behind them, my insides tightening, sparks flying everywhere his tongue grazed my clit.

Then he stuck his tongue inside me, in and out, then up again to suck on my clit. I came hard into his mouth, my whole body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

Only Daddy can make me feel this way. Only Daddy can make me forget.

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**CHAPTER ONE**

**OLIVIA**

"Livie, I'm getting married."

"What!" I screeched, the bowl of rice I was holding slipping from my fingers at my mum's announcement.

"How could you waste food like that?" My mum cried but I didn't pay attention to her.

"Mum, when will you stop? This is your third marriage and it's embarrassing."

"I promise you Livie that this will be the last." She replied, bending down to start picking the rice off the floor.

"But that's what you always say, mum. How is this different?" My insides were knotted with tension as I tried my hardest to stay calm, to see reason with her.

She stood, staring at me. "Just because other men chose to be a jerk doesn't mean I'll stop believing in love. Xander and I love each other so much."

"Xander, so that's his name." My heart was pounding furiously. I briefly wondered if it was from hearing the name of a man I'd never met.

I folded my arms across my chest, staring at my mom. "Well, I want to tell you mom that I do not agree to this marriage. I certainly won't give my consent to let another man hurt you."

"Oh my sweet baby." My mother smiled, hugging me tight. "Just because I kept failing at love doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Do not ever stop believing in true love."

I almost scoffed at the words "true love" until I remembered Gael, my secret boyfriend.

I hadn't told my mom I had a boyfriend, afraid she would freak out. I wondered if this was the right moment, now that we were discussing love.

I shifted from her embrace. "Well mother, there's something..."

"We have a lot of arrangements to make. The wedding is happening next week. I promise you this wedding will change our lives, because we'll move into a new house and..."

My jaw dropped. I stared at my mom with wide eyes, what I wanted to tell her forgotten as I tried to make sense of everything she was saying.

"Next week? Moving?" I choked, and she glared at me like I was some dimwit with a comprehension problem.

"Of course. Now move it. Whatever you have to tell me can wait."

Exactly a week later, I stood in front of the huge hall, dressed in a lavender dress, adorned with beautiful silver earrings, nude heels, a matching purse.

The place was decorated expensively. Wolves from packs across the region had traveled in for it, filling the hall with low murmurs, sharp eyes, a tension I couldn't name but felt pressing against my skin.

It was later that I found out who my mum was marrying. I almost fainted learning she was marrying Xander Slate, Alpha of the Blackwood pack, the strongest bloodline in the region.

She didn't just find herself a mate of convenience. She had bound herself to the most powerful wolf in the city, and every eye in that hall knew it.

I was supposed to walk mum down the aisle since I was her only family. She wanted me to.

"Loosen up Livie, you look ready to explode." Mum whispered into my ear as I stood beside her.

My stomach was in knots. I tried to force a smile, offering her my arm, which she gladly took.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Ready." She replied.

I started walking with her toward the altar where her groom was waiting. Time to meet my step-daddy for the first time.