All Chapters of Alpha Daddy’s Naughty Girl : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nevaeh Brown:I decided to obey Alpha Kane—though every part of me hated it.Hated him.Hated myself for being so weak.When Isabella arrived at the pack house that morning, her excitement was unbearable.“Today’s the big day, my Lady!” she sang, spinning around with a makeup brush in her hand.“Big mistake, you mean,” I muttered, but she only smirked and handed me a short black dress that probably violated every royal protocol in existence.“Oh, please,” she teased, pushing me toward the mirror. “If you’re going to meet your fiancé, at least look like the woman who’s stealing his throne and his heart.”I rolled my eyes but let her work her magic. She curled my hair, added a touch of crimson to my lips, and stepped back to admire her creation.“Perfect,” she said. “Now maybe your Alpha Daddy won’t be mad at you.”That name—Alpha Daddy—burned through my chest like fire. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.The ride to the restaurant was silent except for the low hum of the engine. My stomach

Nevaeh BrownKane’s hand clamped over my mouth so fast my breath disappeared.He dragged me inside the room and slammed the door shut, the lock snapping into place like a verdict.My heart raced.Not from fear.From him.“Kane—”A sharp knock cut me off.“Kane, it’s me. Helen. We need to talk.”Her voice pierced straight through my skull.Kane stiffened. His jaw clenched, chest rising with a harsh breath.“Not now, Helen,” he growled—deep, warning, the kind of tone that made the walls tighten.“But Kane, it’s important—”“I said not now.”His voice cracked through the room with a dominance that made something low in my stomach twist tight. I could almost picture her flinching in the hallway.“Kane, listen—”“No. Go.”Silence.Then the sharp click of her heels retreating.Slow. Reluctant. Frustrated.The moment her footsteps vanished, the air between us shifted from tense—to electric.Kane turned toward me.His eyes?They weren’t angry.They were burning.A dangerous, impossible mix o

Alpha Kane Laskovic:My arm moved before my brain caught up.I reached across the bed for her warmth, fingers already curling to drag her back against my chest the way I’d done sometime in the night when the guilt was quiet and the wolf was louder.Empty.Cold sheets.The scent hit me a second later: sex and blood and her. Virgin blood. My cum. The evidence of what I’d done soaked into the mattress like a brand.I shot upright so fast the room spun.No.The sheets were twisted, one pillow on the floor, the other shredded where my claws had come out while I was buried inside her. My gaze snagged on the dark stain in the center of the bed (her innocence, my sin) and something feral roared up my throat.MINE.My wolf lunged against my ribs, ecstatic, drunk on the memory of her crying Daddy while I split her open.I was on my feet before I felt myself move. Heart hammering so hard I tasted blood.The room reeked of us. I could still feel her little cunt fluttering around me, hear the brok

Nevaeh BrownIf Kane was going to fuck me raw and then treat me like a mistake he’d scrubbed from his sheets, then fine. Erase me. I’d make it easy. I’d go on this goddamn date with Prince William, let him touch me, kiss me, fuck me if he wanted. Hell, I’d film every second—his hands on my skin, his cock stretching me open—and send it straight to Daddy’s phone. Let him watch what he threw away.A wicked smile curled my lips as I yanked open my wardrobe. Sin was already committed—why stop at one line crossed? I slipped into the shortest, slimmest dress I owned: crimson silk, backless, the hem kissing the very tops of my thighs. One wrong move and I’d flash the world my bare ass. Red stilettos, natural makeup with glossy lips that screamed fuck me. No panties. No mercy.I didn’t glance in the mirror. I didn’t need to. I could feel Kane’s marks throbbing under the fabric—his bites on my throat, his fingerprints bruised into my hips. Good. Let them show.Luka’s jaw ticked when I slid into

Nevaeh BrownI was still leaking Kane’s cum down my thighs when I walked into Le Loup Blanc for lunch, the most pretentious werewolf-owned restaurant in the capital. Every step made the sticky mess shift inside me, a filthy little secret under my tiny white sundress. No panties, of course. Daddy ripped the last pair I owned.Lady Helen was already at the corner table, white silk gown draped over her like she was some pure-as-snow saint instead of the venomous bitch who drugged my Alpha and tried to steal my mate.I dropped into the chair opposite her, crossed my legs just to feel his cum smear higher, and smiled with all my teeth.“You had Kane on aphrodisiac, didn’t you?” I purred, loud enough for the wolves at the next table to choke on their steaks. “Thought he was finally gonna bend you over and fuck you raw, huh? Poor old hag. Newsflash, Helen: I had his cock. I had his knot. I had his cum flooding my womb while you were probably crying into your pillow. I win.”She didn’t even f