Daddy Alpha, I’m In Heat Novels & Stories

I lied, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the armrests of my chair. “Promise me dinner later this evening, and I’ll go,” she countered, her tone playful yet stubborn. “I promise,” I barked. I needed her gone. My balls felt heavy, aching with a pressure that was becoming unbearable. I could feel the heat building at the base of my spine, the impending explosion of my climax ready to shatter my composure. “Zayn…” she started, sensing the strange strain in my voice. “I said it’s a fucking promise! Now go!” I roared, the Alpha’s command slipping out with a raw power I hadn’t intended to use.

In the rearview mirror, Kael stood there motionless, rain pouring over him until he blurred into the dark. At the airport, before boarding, my professor called. "Your records will be deleted at midnight," he said. "Once that happens, Zoe Harding will cease to exist. Say goodbye one last time." I stared at my phone for a long time, unsure what to do. Then a notification popped up—Arie's new post on Instagram. In the photo, she sat in the middle, glowing. My three fathers stood behind her, smiling down at her like she was their sun. "It's so wonderful to have three Alpha dads," the caption read.

He pulled the Alpha down on top of him before Alex could catch him blushing. They breathed each other in, their bodies moving as if they had already undressed, thrusting and writhing against each other. Ash wasn’t in heat anymore, he knew he wasn’t, but that didn’t stop every atom of his being from crying out with the need to have this Alpha inside of him. “Please?” Ash whispered the next time he pulled back to meet Alex gaze with an entirely too innocent smile. “Daddy?” Again, Alex only response was a hissed, “Fuck.”

Alpha Darius Kane. A rival Alpha, infamous for his charm and his cruelty. He was talking to a group of men, but his gaze locked on me like a wolf scenting prey. “She’s dangerous,” Adrian said quietly, following my line of sight. “I think you mean he’s dangerous,” I replied. “No,” Adrian’s voice dropped. “I meant you. To him. He’ll want you just to hurt me.” I didn’t have time to answer before a hand slipped around my arm. “Emma?”

still smiling like I’m high on his scent, my body still humming with aftershocks, my wrecked cunt full of him. I've been claimed so thoroughly and I've satisfied my Alpha Daddy in Rut. What better way is there to start the year?

But before I could change the subject, she asked, “Will Daddy ever plant a seed in your belly?” I opened my mouth, then closed it. My mind went completely blank. “I… I don’t know,” I stammered. “That’s not really something I can—” “The answer is no.” I nearly jumped out of my skin. I whipped around to find Kieran standing in the doorway. His arms were folded and he was looking at me with a quirked brow that indicated he’d heard everything. Or all the important parts, at least. “Daddy!” Nora’s face lit up. “We’re learning about the Alpha families!”

“Mhm.” Miguel stared at the blanket for a few seconds before speaking again, his voice lower this time. “Why do I keep going into heat these days?” Caius didn’t answer. Miguel’s brows furrowed slightly. “Alphas don’t go into heat.” Another silence. Then Caius finally closed the book halfway. “I already told you before.” Miguel immediately cut him off irritably. “Except that.” He looked up with a frustrated glare. “I don’t believe that stupid theory.”

He’d been useless lately, and I was running out of time. He barely glanced up from his laptop, slouched and disinterested. “Still digging, Terra. I’m not some goddamn magician.” Frustration bloomed hot in my chest. Every passing hour felt like a noose tightening around my plan. “Alpha celebration’s Wednesday,” I murmured more to myself than to him, lips barely moving. “We can’t just—” I froze. My heart stuttered. Alpha celebration. That's it!!!

I want our bodies to merge into one and never separate again. Every time I breathe in his scent and taste that need, I want to take it all from him. Eradicate it. And the only way to do that is with my body. A body that was not meant to hold that much need. I don’t care. I take it anyway. And I do. Longer than mine. Mine lasted a few hours, which was enough to wreck my body on its own. An alpha, it turns out, goes into heat for days. Days where I only catch my breath for seconds before his mouth seals over mine again.

I fucking died. “Oh my God,” I whispered. Or thought. Or screamed internally. Honestly, I don’t even know where the sound happened. Everything was heat and scent and sin and this Alpha’s fucking hands on my body like they belonged there. And him? He was still talking. “You’re not in heat yet,” he said, “but your body knows what it wants.” No. No no no. Don’t say that. Please don’t say that. “I can smell it,” he continued, eyes dropping to my mouth like he was already imagining it moaning around his cock. “And if I can smell it..every other Alpha on this campus can too.”