Alpha Daddy Messy Doll
That night, after Mom went to bed, I ordered a new toy—thicker, longer, with a realistic head and a strong suction base.
It arrived two days later in a plain package.
I was carrying it upstairs when he appeared in the hallway.
“What’s that?” His eyes narrowed on the box, nostrils flaring as he scented the air.
My face burned. “Just… sanitary pads,” I lied, clutching the package to my chest.
“Girl stuff.”
He stared at me for a long, heavy second, that intense Alpha gaze making my nipples harden and my wolf want to bare her throat and submit.