All Chapters of Claimed by My Best Friend's Alpha Dad: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lina's POVI couldn't help but obey, my eyes meeting my own reflection in the steamy mirror. My hair was wet and tangled, my lips swollen, my neck covered in marks from his mouth.I looked thoroughly claimed. Thoroughly his."That's my girl," Adrian approved, his hand sliding down to grip my hip. "Now keep watching."He hooked one arm under my knee, lifting my leg up in an obscene position that left me completely exposed and vulnerable."Daddy!" I protested, mortified. "This is—""Perfect," he finished, and then he was pushing inside me in one smooth thrust.The angle was devastating. I could see everything in the mirror—could see the way my body stretched to accommodate him, could see the possession in his gray eyes as he watched my face."Oh God," I moaned, trying to look away, but his hand tightened on my chin."Eyes on the mirror," Adrian ordered, his voice rough. "I want you to see what you look like when I fuck you. Want you to see who owns you."He started moving, each thrust d

Lina's POVChloe's expression darkened. "Grandmother cares about appearances and proper matches above everything else. She wanted Aunt Katrina to marry someone from an equally powerful family.""I heard your aunt was married to someone from the Castellan family in Europe," I said carefully. "That's about as high society as it gets.""Exactly. The Castellans are just less prestigious than the Storms." Chloe leaned in closer, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "But Grandmother interfered constantly. She wanted Aunt Katrina to leverage the marriage for business advantages, to get more benefits from the Castellan pack. But they were using Grandmother right back, and it nearly got Uncle Richard exiled from his own Pack."My eyes widened. "Oh my God.""No one knows exactly what happened, but Aunt Katrina and Uncle Richard's marriage fell apart. They divorced, and even though Aunt Katrina got custody of their daughter, the girl grew up with the Castellans in Europe anyway."I sat

Lina's POVThe coffee shop Victoria had chosen was upscale and intimidating—all white marble and floor-to-ceiling windows that made me feel exposed.The moment I walked in, I spotted her.Adrian's mother sat like a queen holding court, draped in a black cashmere dress with a white fur stole that probably cost more than my yearly salary. Her figure was perfect, maintained through what I assumed were hours of personal training and strict dietary control.Mrs. Finch had mentioned once, laughing, that former Luna Victoria was "always gallivanting around the world with her socialite friends, completely uninterested in her son's love life."Looking at the cold disdain in her gray eyes—so like Adrian's, yet completely empty of his warmth—I knew Chloe had been right. This woman was going to be a problem.At least I'd been warned.*Easy, little one,* Aurora stirred in my mind. *We've faced worse than judgmental she-wolves.**Have we though?* I asked her nervously.*We survived Jasper. We can s

Adrian's POVDespite my outward confidence after Victoria left my office, anxiety gnawed at my chest like a persistent wolf pup.*She's fine,* Raze insisted. *Our mate is stronger than you give her credit for.**I know. But Victoria can be... unpredictable when cornered.*I'd been sitting in my office for the past twenty minutes, trying to convince myself that Lina could handle this alone. She needed to prove—to herself and to my mother—that she wasn't some helpless girl who needed her Alpha hovering protectively.But damn it, the wait was killing me.I grabbed my phone, fingers hovering over Lina's contact. No. She needed space to process. I wouldn't be that possessive mate who—My phone rang. Chloe."Dad!" Her voice was breathless with excitement. "Lina's meeting with Grandmother right now! At that fancy coffee place downtown, you know the one with the ridiculous crystal chandelier?"I was already standing, reaching for my jacket. "Which one?""The Meridian on Fifth Avenue. But Dad,

Author's POVStorm Estate buzzed with an energy that had been absent for years.Gloria Storm—Adrian's grandmother, née Morrison, and the true matriarch of the pack—stood in the grand foyer.Around her, boxes and tissue paper lay scattered, and her closest friends were all helping her pick out gifts for the upcoming wedding."Not those," she said sharply, waving away a set of crystal champagne flutes. "Too impersonal. Lina deserves something with meaning."Her best friend, Dorothy, raised an eyebrow. "You've only met the girl once, Gloria. How do you know what she deserves?""I know my grandson. If Adrian chose her, she's worth a thousand of those simpering she-wolves who've been throwing themselves at him for years." Gloria's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Besides, I've done my research.""Of course you have," Dorothy laughed.The pleasant atmosphere shattered when the door opened to reveal Marcus and Victoria Storm.Gloria's smile vanished. "I wasn't aware we were expecting visitor