All Chapters of Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas (18+): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“We're here.” Jaxon announces unenthusiastically as he pulls up to a wide driveway.“Wow.” I whisper when I take a look at his home. There's snow on the trimmed garden fence, I remember it used to be taller. The house looks darker, older... like it aged into something more quaint. It's a large barn-style house, like something out of an old movie.“It's still the same.” He lets out a heavy exhale.“It's quiet.” I murmur.There's this eerie serenity, like no one lives around.“It's always been quiet since the night of the attack.” He still feels guilty, and right now, I can only imagine what's going through his mind.We get down, and I'm still looking around, holding Snowie close so she doesn't wander off.Her ears flick as she peers toward the house, unusually alert.Jaxon gets our bags and strides straight to the porch. Snowie twists in my arms, letting out a soft meow, and I murmur to calm her—it seems she doesn't like it here.I hurry behind him, nervous about the next seconds. Ther

“Mmm.” I make a sound from the back of my throat when the first salty flavor of his precum spreads on my tongue.Jaxon’s guttural groans reverberate in my stomach, causing my pussy to throb harder. He widens his stance, his hands holding the back of my head as I roll my tongue around the head of his cock.“Fuck.” He curses, thrusting one more inch into my mouth. I look up, and his eyes are hooded, his jaw set, his teeth clenched. He's trying hard not to jam all twelve inches of his insane length in my throat like he threatened—not that I would mind. But right now, I'm focused on giving him pleasure with my eager mouth, desperate for his addictive cum.My hands are on my inner thighs, sliding up to brush my swollen folds through my soiled panties. I moan around his cock, my cheeks hollow from sucking.“Come on, baby, take more. You can take more.” He breathes, his voice is hoarse and low. I can feel how hot he is, it's literally burning me—his heat. My stomach clenches in sync with my

“Jaxon, I wanna go with you.” I insist, fisting the shirt he just threw on.My body’s still trembling from having him inside me minutes ago, my knees weak as I press my body to his. He’s going to meet the elders—the pack elders—and it looks like he’s going to face a panel of judges about to decide his fate.I can feel how unsettled he is, it unsettles me too. He can’t even look me in the eyes—he does this whenever he doesn’t want me to read his expression. But his hands still linger on my skin, brushing down my arms.“Belle, you should stay here. I need to face them alone,” he grates wearily.I give him a pout, fisting his shirt tighter. “I know, but I wanna be there... maybe in a corner. They don’t have to see me. Only you.”“Belle—”“I made you come here, didn't I?” I keep going, releasing his shirt to hold his clamped jaw, the muscles move against my palms. “Let me be with you every step of the way.”I watch his eyes go soft, then he exhales, like he’s lost to my stubbornness, like

It's night fall. The moon is out, the air colder, holding a sense of suspense that makes my body tight with anxiety.It's time for Jaxon's trial, and there are so many people around. I know they're all werewolves from their similar outfits and charm necklaces, and by sight alone, they are above fifty.The elders sit in a half circle, their stern faces illuminated by the fire burning in the middle. Jaxon is standing tall next to it, alone, head down, his wide stance exuding power, despite the fact that he's about to be tried. There's a lot of murmuring, everyone's watching him. Including me.I'm watching from the shadows, covered in Jaxon's hoodie’s scent, so no one can smell I'm human and rat me out.The beating of drums starts, the flames flare up. One of the elders—the leader in the middle—lifts his hand up and there's instant silence.It's starting.“Jaxon Lockwood,” he calls in a commanding voice.Jaxon slowly lifts his head up and the flames light his perfect features, the murmur

I wake in the early hours of the morning from a horrible nightmare. The room is cast in darkness, the air suffocating. My heart is beating very fast, my cold skin prickling with heat. I look beside me to see Jaxon deep in sleep, he's snoring heavily too, but it doesn’t disturb me. He’s a big man, in every way. I take deep breaths to calm my nerves, and that’s when Jaxon shifts. I look again, and he’s wide awake. He sits up quickly and holds me tight like he's worried I'm about to run away. I can easily feel his half-mast cock poking at my lower back. “Baby? What is it? Did you have a bad dream?” His hard, naked chest presses into my soft skin. He’s shirtless and wearing only his plaid boxers. I’m wearing a new peach dress with white lace and a pair of Christmas-themed socks because I caught a cold after showering with Jaxon. “Yeah, I did." I whisper, still breathing fast as I rest on him. His palms press against my folded tummy, making it flutter. “Tell me about it.” He whisp