The Billionaire Revenge Tool

Mona POV

I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, cheeks already flushed pink. Eighteen. Just one month past my birthday, and everything had changed.

What started as innocent curiosity with my college-bound friends—giggling over vibrators and whispering about the forbidden videos we weren’t supposed to watch—had awakened something feral.

Those videos of powerful alphas claiming their own bloodline… they lit a match I couldn’t put out. My wolf was no longer content to stay quiet. She was awake, shameless, and starving.

Downstairs, his voice rumbled through the house like distant thunder. Deep.

Commanding. Authoritative. The same voice that used to make me snap to attention as a proper daughter of the pack now sent slick heat flooding between my thighs. My nipples tightened against the thin fabric of my red sundress. My wolf whined inside my chest, tail tucked, begging to submit.

His scent drifted up the stairs—dark cedar, rain-soaked earth, and pure dominant male wolf. My pussy clenched hard, a fresh gush of slick soaking my panties. I pressed my thighs together and bit my lip.

Mom had already left for her hospital shift. We were alone.

I slipped back into my bedroom, leaving the door unlocked like always. I told myself I was only packing for Moonshine College. Textbooks. Clothes. Normal things.

But my hand betrayed me, sliding under the mattress for the small pink vibrator Cici had given me. One hesitant session on my birthday had ruined me. Now I needed to cum like I needed air.

I lay back on the bed, heart hammering. The hem of my sundress slid up my thighs as I spread my legs. My panties were drenched, the sweet, needy scent of my arousal thick in the air. I pushed the fabric aside and pressed the toy against my swollen clit on the lowest setting.

A broken whimper escaped me.

I closed my eyes and let his voice fuel the fantasy. That low, authoritative growl telling me to be a good girl. To open wider. To take what only he could give.

Be a good girl, Mona.

My hips bucked. I turned the vibrator higher. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as I circled my aching clit, my free hand fisting the sheets. Shame burned hot in my chest, but it only made me wetter. He was my stepfather. The Alpha of our pack. My mother’s mate.

And all I could think about was becoming his secret, messy little breeding doll.

I imagined him pinning me down, fangs scraping my neck, his thick knot stretching me open while he pumped me full of potent Alpha seed. “Mine,” he’d growl against my throat as he marked me permanently.

“Daddy…” The word slipped out in a needy, broken moan.

The pressure coiled tighter. My thighs shook violently. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked my eyes as the orgasm ripped through me like a full-moon shift. My pussy pulsed and gushed around nothing, soaking the sheets while I bit my hand to muffle my cries.

For a moment, the hunger eased.

Then it came back stronger.

I lay there panting, the vibrator still buzzing faintly against my oversensitive clit, when I heard it—a heavy footstep on the stairs.

Panic surged. I scrambled upright, yanking my dress down with trembling fingers. The toy—I shoved it under the pillow, but I couldn’t remember if I’d turned it off. My thighs were slick, my scent heavy and obvious in the room. The entire pack could probably smell how desperate I was for him.

A knock sounded.

“Mona?” His deep voice right outside the door, laced with that commanding Alpha edge that made my wolf roll over instantly. “You okay over there? I thought I heard something.”

I froze, heart thundering.

“I-I’m fine!” My voice came out breathy and high. “Just… packing. Nervous about Moonshine College. I don’t want to lose my spot.”

A pause. Then his voice dropped lower, almost a growl.

“Open the door, princess. Let me see you.”

The doorknob began to turn.