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“No, mum. I'm not talking about Dad - Alpha Darwin. I'm talking about my real Dad, my biological father. The asshole who abandoned us.” .... ... .... Yipee! ~I saw your sparkling gems @Age Orumaa @Rubyt @Matt Knight. This chapter is a result of every one of you, both the readers giving gems, the readers reading, the readers who left reviews, and the readers who love my book. Y’all encouraged me! Even @Mail App, you are the first to vote, thank you. Thank you, everyone~ Mwah!

I don’t have wolf speed, but I was dressed and running to meet them. “Wait, I want to meet him,” I run toward the gate, but Tony grabs my waist. “Let me go, I need to talk to my Daddy.” Daddy looks crushed, not realizing I’m talking about him. “What did you call him?” Zach asks, with narrowed eyes. “Daddy,” I point to my Daddy, who softens, and Tony releases me. I throw my arms around my Dad. “You are my Daddy. The only one I ever want. But I want to see my sperm donor.”

I'm tanned with brown long hair but tail and ears are blond, daddy call me special and cute, my eyes are hazel colored. My daddy is James, the big guy sleeping next to me, he's like so tall! So tall, everyone is shorter than him, when he carries me no one can touch me up high. He's a vampire, he's also a bad guy, he's the one in charge of the whole family, he's been my daddy since day one. He explained to me that he's my daddy, like really my daddy, he used the word mate, that we are together forever.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit incestuous content between an adult daughter and her father, including graphic descriptions of sexual acts, oral sex, virginity loss, and daddy kink elements. CHAPTER ONE "What is it, honey?" my father asked, and the hue of my cheek went from pink to red. "N-nothing, Daddy," I said and hurried back to my room. He caught me spying on him in the living room--err, not really spying, but watching him while I thought.

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.

he said, low and inevitable. Chloe’s answer was barely a whisper, every nerve raw and honest. “Yes.” A shadow of something that might have been a smile crossed his face, and his voice dropped to a commanding, intimate register. “Tonight,” he said, “you will call me Daddy. Are you ready?” Her throat worked. Heat rose in her chest and fear knotted beside need. She met his eyes, steady, and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” Valerius’s smile widened just enough to flash a hint of his fang. “Good girl.”

“Daddy!” I got up without a second thought and went straight into his arms. He lifted me off the ground and spun around a bit. Then he dropped me and gasped as his assessing gaze took in my looks. “You look amazing. Who are you here with?” “Uh, April's Dad.” I nervously pointed at Joe. He was standing now, hands in pocket. “Right. Mr. Joe Anderson.” My Daddy went closer to him for a handshake. “Mr. Gareth,” Joe replied, shaking his hand. My daddy glanced at me and back at him.

CHAPTER 39 "Grandpa, you're bad." Sevi stood in front of dad with tears streaming down his face, hiccupping between every word. "Why did you chase my daddy with a machete?" My mother had her hands on her hips. "This is what you get." Dad scratched his head and peeked at me sheepishly before looking back down at the floor. "I got carried away. I saw a man jump from my daughter's window. I thought he was some stranger—"

Chase was a true young version of his daddy but I would never let him know that. I crouched down in front of my angel and kissed his forehead before answering his question. My eyes shot up at Jale again who pretended like he was looking at something on his phone yet his phone's screen was blank then. After making sure he had his attention to us, I cupped my baby's cheeks and made him look into my eyes. "No honey, this man is not your daddy but uncle. He is uncle Jale." I could see Jale's face fall from the sides of my face.

You're kneeling tonight. Eliza snorted arrogantly. "Kid, tell that backer of yours to hurry up. I'll teach them how this world works." Twenty minutes later, the doors slammed open, and a middle-aged man stepped in, his presence instantly commanding silence. The room froze. Joyce stared at him, her face draining of color. "...Dad?"