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I shook my head. Dad smirked, "You will be the first female Alpha, Bella. And not only that, but you'll also be Queen. This is a huge leap forward for some of these old fashioned Lycans. If only they knew my daughter could rule better than their disrespectful sons." Dad shook his head as if he were speaking from personal experience. While I felt proud at his words, something struck me as odd. The way he said "disrespectful son's" made me think he had dealt with a few. I wondered if that had anything to do with me.

“I’m Victor’s secret pornstar stepdaughter! I’m Daddy’s breeding cumdump! Please knock me up so Mom never knows whose baby is growing in my ruined womb!” The breeding talk sent him feral. He pinned me in a full mating press, cock battering my cervix mercilessly. “Gonna flood this womb until you swell up. You’ll keep filming your p**n scenes with my cum leaking out of you. Every time you moan on camera, it’ll be for me.”

Slap. Harder than the one I gave Ashley. Rachel hit the ground. The baby started screaming. I looked down at her, my voice colder than ice. "Get out." "Now. Right now." "If I see you again, you won't get a single cent." Rachel picked herself up, clutched the baby, and shot me a look of pure venom. "You're going to regret this." She left. With the child. And a check for fifty million. I stood in the empty chapel, staring at my father's portrait.

she says "I wish I didn't have to marry him if my mother wasn't the daughter of Hera I wouldn't have to but she is and my father is Hades so I have some of the powers of both My father and my grandmother and they want a strong Empress who has the blood of Hera so I have to I wish I could be with Soren because I love him" I say as I start crying Laguna walks up to me and hugs me. I'm just glad everyone else is in class so they don't see me crying

I said, softly feeling the wetness between my thighs. “Go on child, tell me. Did one thing bring you here today?” his sexy voice nearly made me come at the spot. His question caught me off guard, “N—No.” I stammered. “I have sinned so much that I don't know where to start.” I paused, biting my lip before continuing. A couple of months after the death of Clarice, my daughter I went to a brothel and pretended to be a floozy. I had men, not just one Father.”

"Don't you fucking talk about my daughter. Not everyone is a whore!" "You never fucking suck my cock. That's the problem," Steve barked as the women nudged him out of the way. "And I like fucking ass, Belle!" he spat out, jerking his aching dick as he watched in envy while two women fought over his son's cock. Belle shoved Serena hard and started stroking Caleb's dick again, determined to win this time and not be outdone by the young bitch. Serena pushed her right back and said,"Take your husband's old dick back. Caleb's is MINE! You and your whore daughter can't have it!"

She could feel her own juices, drenching the sheets, and her son's cock, and the whole world was nothing more than a haze of pleasure and lust and the knowledge that she was fuckmeat. Felix came, and Sandra barely noticed. Her pussy was getting what it wanted, and so she milked his cock, her body twitching and shuddering, her hips bucking and gyrating against his, and his seed was buried deep inside her cunt, and she was fuckmeat. And when it was over, and Felix pulled himself free of her, she just lay there, panting, understanding why her daughter let him do this anytime he wanted. Why none of the women could say no to him.

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

A message from Marco, sent with the precision of a business memo: "I have withdrawn our engagement announcement. The official reason cited is irreconcilable differences. Effective immediately, we are no longer affiliated in any capacity. All shared assets are frozen pending review." Before I could process the words, another notification lit up. The family's encrypted channel—usually reserved for high-level security alerts. My father's statement: [My daughter Gemma has been disowned for attempted extortion and mental instability. She is severed from the Blackwell family effective now. Her actions from this moment forward are her own, and she is barred from all family properties and communicat

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.