All Chapters of Claimed By My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Myra's POV I never planned on falling for my best friend’s Alpha father. But here I was, years deep into this secret, my heart racing for a man who barely knew I existed.My name is Myra, and I’ve been Sophia Thorn’s best friend since we were awkward teenagers navigating our first shifts under the full moon. Sophia’s family mansion became my second home, especially after my own pack life turned complicated. Her father, David Thorn, was the reason I kept coming back long after we outgrew sleepovers and gossip sessions.The first time I truly met him wasn’t dramatic. No fated sparks or instant connection. I was seventeen, nervous and trying not to trip over my own feet while carrying a stack of textbooks into their sprawling estate. Sophia had dragged me along for a study weekend before exams. He’d walked through the grand foyer in a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms. His scent hit me first—dark cedar, smoke, and the unmistakable presence of a dominant

Myra's POV Monday mornings at Blackwood University always felt like stepping into a different world. The sprawling campus blended modern glass buildings with older stone halls that sat near the edge of pack territories. For me, it was a kind of sanctuary—a place where I could lose myself in books, lectures, and the quiet satisfaction of doing well. I had kept a perfect GPA since my first year, double-majoring in pack history and literature. Professors often praised my papers. Study groups asked me to lead. It was the one part of my life where I felt steady and in control, even when everything else felt complicated.I adjusted my backpack and walked toward the history wing. My thoughts kept drifting away from the upcoming exam and back to the weekend I had spent at the Thorn mansion. Sophia and I had stayed up late talking, but my mind had returned again and again to David. And now to Lila. Her bold comments about him still sat uncomfortably in the back of my thoughts, mixing with a q

Myra's POV The car pulled up to the Thorn mansion just after dusk. I stepped out with my suitcase, the weight of the past day still sitting heavily on my shoulders. Sophia was already waiting at the door, her expression a mix of relief and concern.“You’re staying the whole month,” she said firmly, pulling me into a hug. “No arguments. This is your home too.”I held on a little longer than usual, breathing in the familiar comfort of her presence. “Thank you, Soph. Really.”She helped me carry my things upstairs to the guest room I always used—the one down the hall from hers, with the wide window that looked out over the woods. I unpacked slowly, hanging clothes in the closet and arranging my books and laptop on the antique desk. For the first time since leaving my mother’s house, the sharp edge of guilt softened just enough for me to breathe more easily. Here, the air felt different. Quieter. Safer.I changed into soft lounge clothes and went downstairs. The kitchen still carried the