Novel & Cerita Mated To My Best Friend's Alpha Dad

The way he asked me what she had done to me, he was concerned almost worried but he doesn’t push it and instead he let go of me. Inside my home, my fath… my Alpha had gone, my mother was sat at the kitchen table in tears, crumbled up tissues littered the table. “Why didn’t you tell me mom?” She looks up at me, dabbing her eyes with another tissue “Alpha is not my father, his old Beta was” “You heard” I nod my head and sit at the table opposite her, holding back the tears, I reach for her hand “You are an Alpha’s daughter?” She nods her head. “The very pack who killed your biological father. I met him almost twenty years ago at a pack meeting. I knew instantly he was my mate but my father was

I don't like the smell. I really don't like it. And then the Alpha biker holds the blade up to Jim's throat. "I'll kill him," the Alpha biker says. "No," I say. "I'll kill him if you don't come with us," the Alpha biker orders. It's hard to shift when I'm this angry. I don't usually ever get this angry. But these men are threatening my mate. My soulmate. I have never felt so protective. The change comes slowly at first.

They'd been tearing the Sanctuary apart looking for me. They stopped dead. I was standing over the black pool. My hands were still. My face was dry. But my eyes—my eyes were glowing. Cold. Silver. Wrong. The air in the cave smelled like ozone and raw power. Like lightning about to strike. Kael reached for me first. His hand trembled. "Who did this? Who hurt you?" I didn't move. I looked at him. "Alpha Sterling is my father." Kael's hand dropped. Ryker's ice blade flickered out. They stared at me like I had just ripped the ground out from under them.

Her expression shifted, becoming cold and calculating. "Fine," she spat. "You want the truth? Yes, it's Kane's baby. Kane Morrison, Alpha of the Eastern Rogues. And you know what? I'm glad." She stood up, her fear replaced by vicious satisfaction. "You think you're so much better than everyone else, don't you? The great Alpha Ethan. Well, guess what? You got played by a pregnant omega and a rogue pack." She laughed bitterly.

Enough with the personal details and more working. "The Alpha is from a well respected and rather large pack up north. They allied with Father little over a month ago. He is unmated and maybe three years older than you are." Sophie informed me steadily. As it turned out, I was the only one who hadn't done anything of use regarding our new prisoner. Even Sophie knew more than I had. What an odd feeling, to not be of use. I nodded in her direction.

My mom asked me and I nodded my head vigorously. “Yes mommy. I am.” All my life I have been trained to be ready for this day and find my mate. It was a prestigious thing in the werewolf community and even more for my family. Why? Because my dad worked as beta to the previous alpha until he was replaced by someone whom the new alpha had appointed. And my dad didn’t do rejections well. He would always tell me how I might be destined to be a Luna if I play my game right and win the heart and interest of an Alpha.

Dad says with anger in his eyes “Yes, Your Highness, my apologies. I mean no disrespect. He says. ‘Greta confirmed that the woman is mated but not to the Alpha. He hasn’t been able to because she fights him when he tries. But her hope is dying, and she is close to giving up. But we change that today!’ Dad tells me. I do not answer, and I don’t have to. He knows that I agree. - It was quickly obvious that even if we had not known him already, he would not be an Alpha we would get along with. He never directly spoke to Mom or Madeleine but always through us, and he never paid any attention to his so-called mate.

" But, you behave like Marcus, he always did occupy a great deal of physical space before he spoke. It is a common trait among the western Alphas. They mistake density for authority." Devon didn't pull against his chains. His jaw remained a hard, unyielding line, his eyes locked onto the King's pale face. "The man who raised me is the Alpha King of Silver Ridge. And he is my father in every way. He isn't a servant of your chancery, Alaric. And I am not a line item on your tax roll."

Her mother’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. “I arranged a meeting with the Alpha.” Flora froze. Her stomach dropped. The Alpha…Marcus “You… what?” “This afternoon,” Mrs. Bennett continued calmly, “you and Ryan will appear before Alpha Steele in the throne room. Ryan will formally request permission to claim you and hold a mating ceremony.” Flora stared at her in horror. “A mating ceremony?” she whispered. “Yes.” “That’s too fast!” Mrs. Bennett’s gaze hardened. “You should have thought about timing before getting pregnant.”

I halt to breathe out the fury, but it kept gnawing at me. So looking straight into my father's unfocused and galvanized eyes, I add, "And about what happened with Alpha Caden? Believe whatever you want to believe. Let him turn your daughter into his personal maid because he is being a bitch about it. Because he cannot take the fact that we were mates and I wasn't the only one that couldn't resist the mating bond.