Daddy Alpha

I never thought I’d challenge an alpha and live. Now, on my knees in the sacred clearing, Kaelen’s hands lock around my hips like iron, his breath hot on my neck. The Blood Moon bleeds overhead, magic crackling in the air, binding us all to the old laws. I fought for dominance. I lost. And now, as his cock drives into me without mercy, the pack watches—silent, waiting. He growls against my skin: *Mine.* Not a question. A claim. A fate. Every thrust brands me deeper. Pain. Pleasure. Power. I came to prove I was more than an omega—weak, submissive, disposable. But under Kaelen’s strength, something in me *unravels*. I don’t want freedom. I want *this*—to be taken, used, needed. To belong so completely there’s nothing left of me but his. Jax sneers from the shadows, loyalist to the core. Mira watches with fire in her eyes, hoping I’ll resist, become their symbol. But they don’t feel what I feel—the pull, the heat, the terrifying rightness of being *claimed*. Kaelen leans down, teeth at my shoulder. “Again,” he commands. I arch into him, voice breaking. “Harder.” He obeys. I shatter. This isn’t surrender. It’s transformation. And I’m not sure I ever had a choice. But I’m starting to wonder if I even want one.

Daddy Alpha

I never thought I’d challenge an alpha and live. Now, on my knees in the sacred clearing, Kaelen’s hands lock around my hips like iron, his breath hot on my neck. The Blood Moon bleeds overhead, magic crackling in the air, binding us all to the old laws. I fought for dominance. I lost. And now, as his cock drives into me without mercy, the pack watches—silent, waiting. He growls against my skin: *Mine.* Not a question. A claim. A fate. Every thrust brands me deeper. Pain. Pleasure. Power. I came to prove I was more than an omega—weak, submissive, disposable. But under Kaelen’s strength, something in me *unravels*. I don’t want freedom. I want *this*—to be taken, used, needed. To belong so completely there’s nothing left of me but his. Jax sneers from the shadows, loyalist to the core. Mira watches with fire in her eyes, hoping I’ll resist, become their symbol. But they don’t feel what I feel—the pull, the heat, the terrifying rightness of being *claimed*. Kaelen leans down, teeth at my shoulder. “Again,” he commands. I arch into him, voice breaking. “Harder.” He obeys. I shatter. This isn’t surrender. It’s transformation. And I’m not sure I ever had a choice. But I’m starting to wonder if I even want one.

I never thought I’d end up here—on my hands and knees in the sacred clearing, the entire pack watching as Kaelen circles me like a predator savoring its prey. The moon is high, blood-red, and the air thrums with magic. I challenged him for dominance. I lost.

Now, he grips my chin, forcing me to look up. His eyes glow silver-blue, feral and unrelenting.

"You wanted power? Then earn it. On your back. Legs open. Now."

I hesitate—one second too long.

He flips me onto my stomach, tears my clothes away, and presses his thick cock against my entrance.

"Last chance to say no," he growls.

But we both know I won’t.

Look over my shoulder"Claim me, Alpha. Make me yours."

He stills. A low rumble builds in his chest, primal, approving. Then he drags me backward by the hips, aligning me perfectly. No warning. One deep thrust and I’m impaled, gasping, stretched wide.

"Mine," he snarls, gripping my hair, yanking my head back. "Say it."

"Yours," I choke out. "Only yours."

He pulls out, slams in harder. Again. Again. Each stroke drives the breath from my lungs, the will from my body. The pack’s eyes burn on my skin, but I don’t care. Nothing exists but his grip, his heat, the relentless pace that makes my toes curl.

Arch my back"Harder—don’t stop!"

He answers with a sharp slap on my ass, then pounds into me like punishment. My cry echoes through the trees. He leans down, teeth grazing my shoulder.

"One more," he commands. "Come on my cock. Now."

I shatter. Clenching around him, pulsing, sobbing.

He doesn’t slow. Doesn’t stop.

"Again."