บททั้งหมดของ Spoiled and pampered by my Daddy Alpha : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

**OLIVIA**I walked mom down the aisle and every nerve in my body became alive as I stood in front of her soon to be husband.He certainly doesn't look like a daddy, he looks like a Greek god.How the hell was my mom able to get such a catch? He doesn't only have a deep pocket but his looks were to die for.For a moment, I forgot what I was here to do, caught in the intensity of his gaze. His eyes held mine a beat too long, something flickering gold at the edges before settling back to brown. I suddenly felt so exposed, he looked like he could see through my soul.He was tall, damn tall, and even in his tuxedo I could tell how broad he was. His hair was neatly combed back in Italian style and there's only one word to describe his nose and that is "aristocratic".His nostrils flared, just slightly, like he was pulling something from the air between us. His upper lip twitched, "Thank you for bringing my bride." He said.His voice sounded like rich coffee and to my exasperation, I could

OLIVIAMy room was located at the far end of the hall. It was huge and the bed was wide. I had never had a room this big in my entire life, but I couldn't sleep.I kept tossing and turning because each time I closed my eyes to sleep, I kept seeing a pair of smokey grey eyes boring into me, unblinking, patient, like he had all the time in the world to wait me out.I wondered what he and mom were doing right now, probably banging the hell out of her, and the thought alone sent something hot and unwelcome curling low in my stomach.I pictured his strong body, so hard underneath his clothes, and his...I caught myself just in time. "Holy shit, what are you thinking Olivia?" I whispered to myself, my face burning in the dark, irritated at my own train of thought.What he was doing with my mom was certainly not my business. Besides, I had a boyfriend whom I loved already.Gael was sweet and didn't spell danger like my new daddy. Plus, Gael was human like me, not some random animal called wo

XANDER I stood beneath the icy spray, hands shoved against the shower tiles, but the freezing water did nothing to extinguish the scalding fever tearing through my blood. My chest heaved and my heart slammed savagely against my ribs. I was hard, painfully, agonizingly erect and beneath my skin, my wolf paced like a caged predator, tearing at my insides with a desperate, ravenous urge to break free. How? How the hell did I end up mated to my wife's daughter? Was this some sick, sadistic joke from the Moon Goddess? Every second spent in the same room with her was absolute agony. It tested every ounce of my sanity. I didn't just want her; I was starving for her. I wanted to pin her down, part her thighs wide, and sink into her until I branded her as mine by every ancient, bloody law in existence. I had married her mother and my new wife had trusted me to take care of her daughter, how the hell was I supposed to know her daughter would be the one obsession that could bring me to