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.