All Chapters of My Biker Father-in-law Makes Me Wet : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Unplanned Marriage

~NyraI hated the founder's party with a passion.The last time I was here, I was four.Now, without looking at anyone, a faint net draped over my head, I performed a warrior’s dance for the officials. Ten long minutes that felt like a hundred finally came to an end. I bowed and was about to leave when the Alpha’s voice cut through the murmurs."I would like to see the face behind this mysterious lady who dances like an angel." His tone was deep, commanding, clear.I knew I shouldn’t disobey him. But one thing I respected as a warrior was humility and integrity. At the very least, he could have said “please” before invading my privacy. I opened my mouth to reply, but my father stood first."Unfortunately, my daughter is a very shy lady," he said, trying to lighten the moment. "I’m sure you’ll see her face later, as much as you like."I didn’t lift my head to look at him. I could lose control, attack him on instinct, and anger had a sharp edge that never dulled. I left the stage and

Your Price, Slut?

~NyraThe second I pushed through the doors the bass punched me straight in the ribs, loud enough to rattle my teeth. Smoke, sweat, cheap vodka, and wolf, all of it hit me like a wall. Red strobes sliced the dark, turning every face into a devil for half a second before the light moved on.I barely made it three steps inside before some drunk asshole in a ripped shirt slid up behind me, hands already on my hips like he’d paid for the cover charge to own me. His crotch ground against my ass to the beat. Bold. I’ll give him that.I twisted just enough to smile up at him, sweet as poison, then drove my elbow into his solar plexus. Not hard enough to kill, just hard enough for him to remember oxygen is a privilege.He folded like wet paper, wheezing. I stepped over him and kept walking.I found a stool at the corner of the bar where I could keep the whole room in sight and ordered a double whiskey, neat, and let the burn scrape the taste of betrayal out of my throat.That’s when I reali

Daddy... Daddy... Daddy

~NyraI snatched the gun first, thumb already on the trigger, and fired point blank into his chest.He twisted, inhumanly fast, the bullet kissed the air where his heart was a heartbeat ago. Old trick. I’ve dodged worse before breakfast. We are wolves, not humans.I pivoted, knife flashing up from my left hand in a gutting arc. He caught my wrist mid strike, and in the same motion his other hand fists the front of my dress and ripped it into two.The whole top tore clean away, my breasts spilled free, nipples hard from cold and fury.I snarled, rolled my shoulders, and attacked again, knife hungry for his throat.He dropped low, ducked under the blade, and seized the hem of my skirt. One savage yank and the rest of the dress explodes off me in shreds.I’m suddenly viciously naked, skin glowing red under the strobes, every inch of me bare and burning.I didn't cover it. I attacked harder angrily.But then his hand is between my thighs, no warning, no permission, just pure claim. His mi

My Father In Law.

~Nyra“What’s your name, please?” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, soft, desperate, hungry. “How can I find you?”I needed him again. Already. I wanted more. I wanted to hunt him down and ride him until neither of us could walk.“Alpha…”The word rumbled from his chest, low and amused, but before he could finish, ice cold water slammed onto my face.I jolted awake gasping, choking, sheets tangled around my legs, heart pounding like I’d been running for my life.My father stood over the bed, empty bucket still dripping in his hand, eyes blazing pure murder. He looked like he had been there an hour trying to bring me alive.The dream shattered.“How the hell did I get back here?” I muttered, wiping water from my eyes. Last thing I remembered was staggering out of that club, legs barely working. Lira must have dragged me home.“You’ve slept all fucking day,” Father snarled, voice shaking with rage. “And it's just hours left until your wedding bell starts jingli

Switched Honeymoon

~NyraI sank to my knees in the snow dusted courtyard, the cold biting through the thin silk of my gown, as Father’s hand rested heavy on the back of my neck. It was tradition. Respect. Submission. All the things I’d never truly felt.His departing words were meant for my ears alone, he murmured low while the Bloodfang wolves watched from the shadows of the great hall.“Alpha Knox can be very cunning,” he said, voice rough with warning and something that sounded too much like regret. “Don’t stay too close to him. But whenever the chance comes… make it count. Make it effective.”I kept my eyes on the ground, forehead almost touching the frost, because if I looked up I’d betray everything.How the hell was I supposed to meet his gaze while he coached me on killing the man whose kiss on my knuckles I still crave for? The man whose scent lingered in my blood, whose cock I could still feel stretching me open, whose name I’d moaned into the dark like a prayer.Knox.My target.My father-in

My Dear Husband

~Nyra Sunlight stabbed through the curtains like a blade, forcing my eyes open. I groaned, throwing an arm across my face, body heavy and deliciously sore in places that made heat crawl up my neck. Someone had pulled the drapes. I blinked against the glare and saw him, my husband moving around the room, broad back to me, fastening a leather cuff on his wrist. Shirtless, skin inked with the Bloodfang crest, hair tousled like he’d just woken up too. I was naked. Completely, shamelessly naked under the tangled furs. Memory slammed into me, Knox’s weight pinning me to this very bed, his cock driving deep, my screams echoing off the walls while this room’s real owner slept somewhere else. I yanked the sheet up to my chin, heart racing. He turned, caught my movement, and smiled softly, almost shy. “There’s no need to cover anything from me, wife,” he said, voice gentle, walking closer. “We’re married now.” Something red stained his lips. Lipstick? No… blood? I swallowe

007

~Knox “How can a woman sit with us in the council room?” one of the elders grumbled, beard quivering with indignation. “This is absurd,” another spat, slamming a gnarled fist on the oak table. “Next you’ll invite the omegas to vote.” Murmurs rippled through the circle of weathered faces, my generals, my betas, the ancient wolves who still thought strength was measured only by men. I let them stew. Then the heavy doors creaked open. Silence fell like an axe. Nyra stepped in, clad head to toe in dark leather armor that hugged every curve. The Bloodfang crest I’d ordered sewn over her heart caught the torchlight. Her hair was pulled back tight, exposing the faint bruise I’d left on her throat two nights ago, my mark, barely hidden. She moved like war itself wearing silk skin. Every eye tracked her. Some with scorn. Some with hunger. All of them shut their mouths the moment she passed. I smiled, slow and lazy, leaning back in my chair at the head of the table. Even armored

008

~Nyra I stood in front of the gilded mirror, dragging a thin line of kohl along my lower lid, sharpening my eyes, when the door burst open without ceremony. I turned slowly. She stormed in wrapped in layers of expensive silk and hurt pride, one of Knox’s wives, the youngest, the one whose eyes always followed him like a starved pup. Her cheeks were flushed, tears already threatening to spill. Before I could speak, her hand cracked across my face. The sting bloomed sharp and bright. I didn’t flinch. Only one reason a wife would dare strike the future Luna, she knew. Or suspected that I've been getting fucked by her husband. I touched my cheek lightly, tasted blood where her ring had split my skin a bit, then I smiled. “What do I owe this gracious visit?” I asked, my voice sweet like honey. She trembled, trying to hold the tears back. “I heard my husband appointed you head of the maids. Is that correct?” “Yes, ma’am,” I answered, my smile widening. The slap hadn’t even war

A Real Bitch

~NyraI stood in the center of my chamber the next morning, barefoot on the thick rug, hurling darts at the board I’d nailed to the far wall. Each one hit dead center, thunk, thunk, thunk, sharp enough to split the painted rings. Boredom had teeth today, gnawing at me after a night of broken sleep filled with dreams of Knox’s hands, his cock, his voice.The door burst open without a knock.Lira stumbled in, breathless, eyes wide. “My lady, Lady Aveline is coming. She’s carrying a sword.”Aveline.The youngest wife.The one who’d caught us in the hall last night, she'd caught me pinned to the wall while Knox buried his cock deep inside me, both of us too lost to stop.I smiled, slow and sharp, pulling another dart from the table.“Open the door wide for her,” I told Lira, voice calm as winter steel. “Then leave us. Close it behind you.”Lira hesitated only a heartbeat, then bowed and obeyed. The heavy door swung open and stayed that way, framing the empty corridor like an invitation.

Tonight, Not Tomorrow.

~NyraI walked into the council chamber late on purpose.Heads turned. Conversations died mid-sentence. The elders’ eyes narrowed, lips curling like they’d tasted something sour. I didn’t care.My armor was polished to a mirror sheen, leather hugging every curve, the Bloodfang crest over my heart catching torchlight like a warning. I could still feel Aveline’s wetness on my fingers, her broken moan echoing in my head as I moved.Knox sat at the head of the table, legs spread wide, one arm draped over the back of his chair like a king waiting for his favorite entertainment.His gaze locked on me the second I crossed the threshold.His gold eyes dragged slowly over my body, throat, breasts, hips, thighs like he was already stripping the armor off with his teeth.I felt it everywhere.Between my legs.In my nipples tightening against my armor.In the heat crawling up my neck.I didn’t blush.I smirked.I walked straight to the seat at his right, the one no Luna had ever claimed and sat w

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