บททั้งหมดของ Mated to My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

~GRAY The upper west residential wing was dead silent as I walked down the long, carpeted runner, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my dark trousers. It was well past midnight, and the suffocating, high-end metrics of the day's diplomatic meetings had left my skin feeling tight, my internal wolf pacing restlessly behind my ribs.I had been heading down toward the kitchen pavilion to grab a drink, completely ready to turn in for the night, when a sudden, bitter scent caught the edge of my tracking instincts.It was sharp, hot, and smelled aggressively of crushed charcoal and boiled winter roots.I slowed my heavy leather boots, my eyes narrowing into two sharp slits as I neared the corner leading toward the guest wing. A sudden, deep clatter of shattered pottery echoed through the quiet hall, followed by a low, guttural growl that made the hairs on my arms instantly stand on end. I knew that voice.It was the unbending, monstrous frequency of my father.I didn't step out into t

~AMARIS The tiny piece of white paper was still crumpled tightly in my trembling fist, the jagged red and black ink of Gray’s warning…“I know everything”...burning straight into my palm like a physical brand of pure poison. I sat frozen in the absolute center of the mattress, my chest heaving in short, jagged hitches as the suffocating silence of my room closed in around me. I thought I had a fraction of a second to breathe. I thought I had a single moment to scramble for my medication pouch before the next predatory threat dropped from the shadows. But the universe didn't offer a single line of mercy. The heavy mahogany door didn't just click open, it burst wide open with a violent, jarring suddenness that made the brass latch clatter aggressively against the stone wall. Alpha Varg stepped over the threshold. He hadn't actually left the residential wing to search for the domestic shift. He had simply gone to ensure the heavy outer security barriers of the corridor were locked do

~AMARISThe heavy iron cuffs were cold, an ancient, biting cold that felt like it was searing straight through my skin, branding me with a truth I no longer had the strength to deny. He pulled my right arm toward the post of his bed, a thick, dark wood column carved with the snarling faces of ancient alphas. My wrist was trembling, my fingers curling into a weak, pathetic fist as the metal circled my flesh. The click of the lock echoed in the massive bedroom, a sound that seemed to seal the fate of my soul.The second cuff followed on my left arm, locking my other wrist to the opposite post. He stretched my arms wide, my body pulled taut across the black silk sheets, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. I was a sacrifice on an altar of his own making, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs, each beat a plea for a mercy that I knew would not come.I watched him, my vision blurred by a film of unshed tears, as he stood back, his massive frame a terrifying silhouette against th

~AMARISThe silence that followed his deep, mocking laughter was heavier than the iron cuffs binding my wrists to the bed. It settled over the dark room like a suffocating shroud, pressing into my chest until my lungs screamed for air.“This is just the beginning.”The words vibrated through my bones, a cruel promise that made my vision blur with fresh tears. He was gone from the bed, his towering, mountainous frame moving to the shadows at the edge of the room. The sudden absence of his heat from my trembling skin left me shivering, exposed and raw, my legs still forced wide apart in a humiliating posture of absolute surrender.My body was entirely betrayed by the desire for him. For the cock he used to torture my very soul.; My heavy, desperate slick gushed out of my pussy, soaking the silk sheets that had witnessed and felt every ounce of my pain, a weeping proof of how deeply my cunt answers to him. Even while he stood feet away, mocking my desperation, my core throbbed with a hol

~AMARIS The morning sun didn't just wake me, it assaulted me. A sharp, brilliant beam of golden light pierced through the heavy velvet curtains of the Alpha’s master suite, cutting straight across my eyelids. I groaned softly, an instinctive urge prompting me to roll over and shield my face, but the movement brought a sudden, dull ache radiating from my core and thighs. Memory flooded back in a violent, chaotic rush…the heavy iron cuffs, the suffocating weight of his mountainous body, the sheer, unbridled fury of Alpha Varg’s possessiveness from the night before. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the glare, expecting to feel the familiar, suffocating pressure of the Silver Decay in my chest. I braced myself for the splintering pain in my lungs, the phantom taste of ash that usually greeted my mornings. But there was nothing. My breath came easily. Deep, clean, and completely unburdened. The raw vitality vibrating through my veins felt almost alien. Completely strange. "Yo