All Chapters of Fake dating my bestie's dad for Valentine : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RUNE“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” Marcella sighed, leaning into the couch, her wine glass resting on her thigh. I frowned, leaning in closer to her, the bottle forgotten for a moment even though I wanted it to gulp it all down. “What’s wrong?”“There’s this thing I’m supposed to do at work. I really, really don’t want to. But I have no choice. I…I don’t know what to do. If I do it, I could hurt someone. If I don't.... I could still hurt people.”I took a long gulp of the wine and placed it on the table. Marcella is opening up. Everything else is halted. My walled up friend who never once spoke about her father, or her pain, or family, in years, is opening up. I scooted closer to her, the movie forgotten, my entire focus zeroed in on her. A wave of heat washed over me, creeping from my neck up to my face. I chalked it up to drinking the wine too fast. “Talk to me,” I reached out and took her hand. Sparks shot up from the point of contact. She didn’t notice, her eyes staring

(trigger warning! ❗Noncon F/F touching❗)MARCELLA"Marcella! What do you think you’re doing?!”Rune's voice was high pitched, shrill, full of panic. The last time I’d heard her this scared was when we found three snakes in our dorm room back in college. “What does it look like?” I replied, kissing her again. The thrill washed over me. Her lips were just as I imagined. Soft, sweet, swollen from my kiss, laced with the wine from earlier. She shook her head, screaming through pinned lips. “Look…I don’t…I’m not gay!”“Neither am I,”“What are you doing then?!”“Something I have to do.” I reached for her crop top, pulling it up. She grabbed my wrists in an attempt to stop me. It’s pointless, Rune. I’m an alpha. You’re a mere human. The strength different between us is no debate.Yet, I don’t want to hurt her. I could never hurt her. I’m doing all this to save her. I have to mark her, but first I need to make her feel good or it could hurt a lot. “Marcella,” she sobbed, her voice plead

(warning: ❗panic attack❗)RUNE The first thing that assaulted my senses was pain. In every inch of my body. From my neck down to my ankles. I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, wearing unfamiliar clothes, tucked under the covers like someone took extra care with that. My brain remained blank for a few seconds as I struggled to regain my composure. I attempted to sit up and winced, soreness shooting through my legs and up my spine. A familiar kind of soreness. What the...I forced myself to crawl out of bed, each step felt like dragging myself through quicksand. This room looked familiar. I recognised the dollar frame next to the clock. I bought that two weeks ago when Marcella and I—Marcella.I looked around the room. It finally clicked into place. I was in Marcella's house, this was my room here. How did I get here? Last night I...I came for a sleepover and—Wine. Sweet tasting wine. I drank a whole bottle. Half of another. Marcella worried about work. A kiss.I gasped, the rea

MARCELLA“You are way too calm for someone who’s about to be murdered by their father!”“Oh please! Stop overreacting, Dylan. My father won’t kill me. He’ll get angry, rage for a while, and everything will be fine. Besides, it’s not like I killed anyone. And I’m not scared of him.”Dylan glared at me, disbelief etched on his face. Clearly, he caught onto my bullshit. I’m not scared? Yet here I am. Hiding away in Leonard’s house. I picked my cup of tea and calmly sipped it. “By the way, that was so hot. Lying to your alpha for me? Phew. Who’s about to be murdered when he finds out?” Dylan stormed up to me, grabbed the tea cup and chucked it at the wall. The hot liquid splashed my hands, making my eye twitch in response to the burn. I lifted my eyes to him. “The fuck?”“What happened? What did you do to Rune? And don’t think of lying to me. I saw her leaving your place she looked horrible. What did you do?”I looked away. What did I do? I just shattered the one true friendship I’d

RUNE"Hey. You need to eat something. I made chicken soup. I bet it tastes like shit but...you need something in your system. And I made it with mom's recipe.""One minute," I replied, my voice a low whisper. Outside the bathroom door, Lorenzo sighed. "You've been in there for two hours how. You're clean. Come out."I pulled my knees up to my chest. The water in the bathtub sloshed around, spilling over the edge. I didn't feel clean. Maybe if I sit longer in the water, I'll feel clean. If I scrub my body for the seventh time, I'll forget the feel of her hands on me. Lorenzo's footsteps shuffled on the other side. He was pacing, muttering curses in Italian under his breath. I felt bad putting him through this. "Is there anything you want to eat?" He asked. "No, I'm not hungry." "Okay. At least come out of the tub.""I will. One minute please."He sighed. I could feel his frustration. I didn't know if it was at me or not. I should probably get out. I don't want to make him angr