Impregnate Daughter Novels & Stories

The alpha of the pack had a son and three daughters. “When I offered mercy in exchange for loyalty, you hesitated. Now each time I consider you, I will think of that hesitation.” My father recited in his menacing Malakai voice. “In order to assuage my desire for loyalty, I will keep your youngest daughter as a member of the royal harem. I still show mercy by returning your Alpha heir.” He continued as Malakai.

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

Arsene muttered a few faltering letters, he bowed and forced himself to look up to Damian, who seemed to be on the verge of losing his patience from one moment to the next, with his sullen features that did not hide anything from his overwhelming handsomeness, his bright eyes, his plump body, his prominent muscles and his very evident impatience. “I have a daughter, her blood is mixed, her mother is forgetful and about to transform. I am afraid that she will not pass the stage in peace and that I will lose her. “But you are the only pure-blooded here. Your brother Kayden is out of the island, and we don’t know his way or even when he will return.”

"Because you're mine now. Not your mother's daughter. Not your own person. Mine. My slut. My fucktoy. My stepdaughter to use however I want." "I'm yours - I'm yours, Daddy - please come inside me - please fill me up-" He pounds into me harder - faster - brutal - and I feel him swelling, feel his cock pulsing. "Going to pump you so full," he groans. "Going to flood this cunt with cum - breed my little girl-" "YES - breed me - put a baby in me - please, Daddy, PLEASE-" He slams deep and holds, his cock erupting inside me.

And Dad is next to Grayson. “Alpha Liam, what is the meaning of this?” He demands with a growl “Your son just tried rape this girl, and she also happens to be my Mate!” Liam Growl and several other Alphas growl. “He did what?” Dad says. And Liam looks at him. And Alpha Grayson's face lose all color. “If it had not been for a lone wolf coming by, he would have, and I assure you if he had, he would be dead now,” Liam says coldly.

How childish. "Robert's dad's dying wish was to hold a grandson. Mark my words, Audrey will be replaced by Becca sooner or later…" Becca’s eyes gleamed with triumph as she slowly approached, strolling the cradle of her twins. "Audrey, from now on, Lucy will have two younger brothers. We should let them get to know each other. Lucy, why not come and check on your brothers?" The moment Lucy stepped closer, Becca held a pair of scissors to hurt her sons’ hands—then pressed the scissors into Lucy’s palms.

My daughter, Lyra Dwyer, was the one who told me about Kael Dwyer's betrayal. She was only five years old, having just completed her pup initiation ceremony. That day, she came back and walked straight up to me. "Mom, Dad's wolf has been tainted by another she-wolf." I was polishing the ritual silverware; my hand paused for a heartbeat before I continued, "Don't talk nonsense, Lyra." "I'm not." She climbed onto the high stool, swinging her legs. "I saw him at the market outside the territory today. He was holding hands with a she-wolf. She had long black hair and was wearing a moon-white dress."

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.