All Chapters of Mated to My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~AMARISHe didn't offer a final look or a parting word. He simply turned on his heel and strode out of the home bar, leaving the unyielding sensation of his grip to hammer my heart against my ribs, his boots thudding against the floorboards with a measured, dominant rhythm that carried the absolute finality of my fate.I sat frozen on the high wooden stool for a long, shaking minute, my lungs desperately gasping for air that didn't taste entirely of him. Slowly, my trembling fingers uncurled from the edge of the bar counter, and I forced my heavy legs to slide down toward the cold tiles.As my bare feet hit the ground, I glanced back at the wooden stool. It was completely messed up, smeared with a thick, humiliating trail of the slick that had rushed out of my pussy the exact second his monster hands had claimed my breasts. Under normal circumstances, the sheer shame would have broken me. But right now, I couldn't care more.I just needed to get out. I needed to run to a place where t

~AMARIS The air inside Ember’s room was still thick with the heavy, unmistakable musk of a hidden transgression, but my own mind was spinning too fast to focus on the disheveled sheets or the frantic departure of the guard, Dave. I was still reeling from the venom in Ember’s voice, the thoughts of her exiled brother leaving a strange feeling in my nerves. Before I could even process the weight of the secret, a knock cut through the silence of the room. A high-ranking pack warrior stood outside, passing down a direct, freezing command from Alpha Varg. He needed the territory ledgers immediately. Ember let out a loud, dramatic roll of her eyes, her spoiled princess attitude flaring up instantly through her frustration. She marched over to her mahogany vanity, pulling open a heavy drawer and dragging out a thick, leather-bound folder. But instead of walking toward the open door where the guard was waiting, she turned on her heel and strode directly back to the bed, stretching the file

~AMARISThe silk sheets beneath my back felt like ice against my burning skin, yet the air in his room was thick, suffocating, and entirely charged with a heavy, primal current. I lay there with my legs spread apart, my breath trapped in my throat, my eyes locked onto the towering silhouette of Alpha Varg as he stood at the edge of the mattress. The heavy thud of the door locking still vibrated in my ears, sealing us away from the entire pack, away from the rules of protocol, and away from every defense I had left.The time for games, for teasing, and for the agonizing torture of his restraint was completely dead. I could see it in the pitch-black depth of his eyes…the human was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, unadulterated predator that was done fighting its own nature.Varg didn't hesitate. He ripped off his shirt, then his shorts. The sight of the size of his heavy cock… thick, veiny, swollen at the tip and wet with precum… left me gasping for air. For a moment, I couldn't take

~ALPHA VARG The suffocating silence in my private wing was the only thing capable of containing the absolute devastation we had just left behind on the sheets. I lay perfectly still against the dark silk pillow, my chest rising and falling in heavy, labored cycles as the final, violent tremors of my adrenaline began to settle into my bones. The air in the bedroom was thick with the scent of her pussy, the sheets stained with my cum and her tasty orgasm. For weeks, I had built a fortress of iron logic around my own mind. I had pulled every chain of my Alpha restraint tight, clamping down on the feral, thudding heat of my own cock whenever I smelled her nearby. I had forced myself to see her only as an outsider, a guest, the innocent childhood friend of my own daughter who deserved my absolute protection…not my corruption. I had tried to keep the same pack laws I created… to never cross that line. But the primal instinct within me didn't care about human logic or the heavy chains of d

~AMARIS The cool air hit my skin like a sudden shock, a sharp contrast to the suffocating, heavy heat that had kept me trapped inside the Alpha Wing for hours. Alpha Varg’s grip on my waist was firm, his large, calloused fingers wrapped unyieldingly around the small of my curves as he led me out onto the sprawling rooftop terrace. It was a massive, relaxing spot, beautifully adorned with vibrant flower pots and lined with expensive, dark long leather designer couches. The entire space was meticulously designed, aesthetically pleasing, and offered an absolute, unobstructed view of the rolling green hills and stone structures that made up the elite Iron-Howl Pack estate. But as I looked out over the territory, the beauty of the view did nothing to calm the frantic, uneven rhythm of my heart. My legs still felt hungry and unstable from the devastating force of the second time he fucked me, my inner wolf still pacing restlessly beneath my skin, completely drunk on his thick frostbitten p