~Nadia

I leaned closer to the dress-up mirror, brushing a little color onto my lips. But when I caught my own eyes staring back at me, I wasn’t in the room anymore.

I was four again. Hiding in my wooden playhouse.

My mother’s voice whispered through the walls.

“Stay hidden, no matter what happens.”

I pressed my palms against my knees as the door burst open and enforcers stormed inside.

They dragged her out like she was nothing. My heart pounded so loud I thought they would hear me.

I couldn’t make out their words, only the sound of a paper being signed. A cup passed into her trembling hands. Her pleas turned to choked sobs.

And then silence.

Her body crumpled to the ground.

I bit my hand to keep from screaming. If I moved, if I broke her last command, I’d lose the only chance she gave me.

Boots thundered closer. One of them ripped the playhouse door open and his eyes locked on mine. I remember the alarm in his voice…then the sharp growl that silenced him.

Lucian.

Even as a prince, his word carried weight. And with one command, I was spared.

That was the night everything I knew burned away.

“...Nadia?”

A voice pulled me back, sharp as a slap.

I blinked at my reflection, the grown woman standing there instead of the trembling child. Aiden’s face hovered in the mirror behind me, his brows drawn together.

“You okay?” he asked, stepping closer.

I flinched, my throat dry. The past was gone, but the ashes clung to me still.

His face surrender, lips curving into a smile, "you look adorable tonight,"

I blushed and He put his arms around me in a hug, his chest pressing my boobs.

He kissed my forehead and stepped backward, scanning me from my head down to my toes.

I was suddenly aware of every inch of my skin and the see-through dress he made me wear for my birthday party that night.

It was red, sleeveless, tailored with a material that clung to my curves like a second skin.

My boobs were perky, nipples hard and pointing under the dress. The slit dragged up my thighs, as far as my groins.

“Aiden, don't you think this dress is too revealing?"

He shook his head, "No, I don't think so.” He reached for my lipstick on the drawer and handed it to me, "apply more of this. It's a perfect match for the dress.”

I rolled my eyes like I was fed up with him controlling me.

I put down the lipstick after applying more of it.

“I’m going to have every guy’s eyes on me tonight. Just try not to cause another scene like you always do…because, honestly, you bring it on yourself.”

He smirked as he lowered the delicate silver crown onto my head. The numbers 1 and 8 gleamed at the center, branding me not just as a princess of the night but as a woman stepping into a new world.

With practiced ease, he draped the satin sash across my shoulders.

“It’s your party, I wouldn't want to ruin it… as long as no one tries to do anything stupid with you.”

“No one will lust over me if you don't always make me wear this crazy outfits,”

“Okay, enough of this conversation, we're running late for your party.” He grabbed my wrist and led me downstairs, my heels clicking against the marble floor.

The living room, as always, was quiet, our footsteps echoed in the walls.

But then…

He was there.

My heart flinched.

The man who always stood by me and made sure I got all I needed.

The same man who always made my heart beat whenever he was around.

Aiden’s father.

Alpha Lucian.

The man whose presence made me soak my panties and have me fingering myself late at night.

He was in the corner of the living room, seated on the high stool, elbows resting on the counter, seeping his favorite drink, whiskey neat, his big back turned to the staircase.

Just staring at him, my thighs grew hotter, nipples tighter. My pussy became wet instantly, leaking down my thighs like he'd even touched me.

I clutched my legs together, trying to stifle the thudding beat of my pussy.

I moaned silently. Something curled in my stomach.

This was exactly what I'd been battling with since I was sixteen.

Whenever he returned from council looking stressed out and exhausted, the upper buttons of his pristine shirt were always loose.

He would flop onto the sofa and I would just watch every one of his movements from one corner. The next minute, I'm running to my room, shifting my dress and shoving fingers inside my pussy.

I'd feel calm for a few minutes, but when I saw him again, my pussy beat all over.

“Dad," Aiden called, his hand still glued to my wrist like he'd die if he let go of me. “We're going for Nadia's birthday party and we'd be using your red Sedan. It's perfect for the evening.”

Alpha Lucian swivelled the chair and turned to us, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

His gaze landed on my face at first, before he dragged it down to my chest, then to my boobs, and then to the curve of my waist, and to the embarrassing slit parting of my birthday dress.

His gaze snapped to Aiden, brows furrowed. “What kind of outfit is this, Aiden?”

He already knew Aiden chose the dress for me. He always did.

“Dad, she's no longer a child. She can wear whatever looks good on her, right?” he defended, pulling me closer to him.

He didn't realize the impact of his words on me.

I wasn't a child anymore. I was eighteen.

This should mean that whoever the moon goddess chose to be my mate should be finding me irresistible by now.

But here, my Alpha Daddy, Lucian, whom I thought was my mate, still looked at me with the same protective father glint.

I searched his eyes but I couldn't find any sort of attraction toward me. All I read in his eyes was the usual fatherly care and concern for me.

But there had to be an explanation for the reason I feel the way I do whenever he was around.

Whenever he talked to me.

Or even when I simply thought about him.

Thinking about this and still staring at my best nightmare in front of me, my breathing became unsteady.

My legs shuddered, pussy pulsing harder than the beat of my heart.

I tried to pull away from Aiden's hold but he held me very firmly.

Then I whispered to him.

“Aiden, I'm really pressed right now. I need to use the bathroom real quick.” I said urgently.

He released my wrist, “Make it quick, we're late already.”

“Sure," I said, hurrying upstairs.

My steps felt seamless because of the extreme slick rubbing between my thighs.

I pushed open my room door, shut it behind me and leaned against it, panting like I'd just been chased by a devouring wolf.

I parted my legs and put a finger on my pussy. I gasped at how wet I'd become just by staring at Alpha Lucian.

Just by hearing his voice.

He made me drip in my own panties by just looking at his broad chest and those ancient tattoos that made him seem like the perfect sexual monster for me.

His abs always had me going down on my knees and feeding my pussy with my fingers.

“Oh, shit!" I moaned and fell on the bed, legs spread apart.

I shifted my panties to the side and touched my pussy with my fingers again.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, mouth ajar, breathing, moaning.

I was so wet my panties were literally soaked.

I directed my fingers to my pussy. Alpha Lucian's image came to my head.

I shoved my hand in my wet hole and screamed.

I imagined my Alpha Daddy, Lucian holding my boobs and shoving his massive cock deep inside my pussy.

I gasped, my breath hitched as I started fucking myself deep with my finger.

“Yes, Daddy, yes, yes,”

I moaned his name, his deep dangerous voice echoing in my head, my finger getting soaked in my juices.

I shoved it in harder, the slurp sound of my pussy slick echoing in the room, my juices dripping down my thighs and fingers, to the bed.

One finger didn't feel enough anymore. I doubled it.

Shoved it deeper.

Fucked my pussy harder.

And that was when my juices shot out in a thin jet.

My hand fell tiredly on the bed. My legs dropped too, my chest rising and falling hard.

I wiped the sweat from my skin, still trembling from the storm he didn’t even know he caused.

But one thing was certain… sooner or later, Alpha Lucian Ryker would know exactly how badly his little omega craves him.

And when he finally touched me, I wouldn’t be the only one soaked through. I'll take you with me.

~Nadia

I couldn’t feel my weight as I groggily opened my eyes. My head throbbed faintly as I sat up slowly on the bed and rubbed my temples gently.

For a second, I couldn’t piece together how I had made it to my bed. The last time I remembered, I was dancing with Aiden at the party. Then we went to get drinks and I remember Aiden scolding me for the drink I ordered.

Highly Alcoholic.

That was it.

I recall nothing else.

My fingers brushed against the soft fabric covering my body and my heart skipped a beat as I realized.

I wasn’t wearing my red party dress anymore. Instead, I was in my nightwear, a loose white silk camisole and shorts.

I frowned, my mind racing.

But then, a sudden knock on the door startled me.

“Nadia?” Aiden’s voice was gentle but clear. “Are you awake?”

Before I could answer, the door creaked open and he stepped inside. He looked infuriatingly perfect for someone who had drunk as much as I remembered.

His shirt was half-buttoned, his abs, similar to Lucian's, although a little smaller.

His hair was damp and messy, and yet, he still looked good in them.

His smile was steady as he walked towards me with a tray of my favorite black coffee.

My brows were still arched in confusion about the mystery of my clothes. But seeing him, a sudden suspicion hit me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, not bothering to hide the suspicion in my voice. “Aiden… did you… change my clothes?”

He blinked, placed the coffee tray on the table. Then he let out a short laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “So that’s what you’re thinking.”

My face heated with anger. I knelt on the bed and shifted closer to him, “I told you before, I don’t want you doing that. Ever.”

But he lifted his hands defensively. “Relax, Nadia. I didn’t. Not this time. You got too drunk last night, so I brought you home. But I swear, I didn’t lay a finger on you. Vanessa helped me bring you home. She helped you change too.”

I studied him carefully, searching for any crack in his expression, any sign that he was lying. But Aiden’s gaze was steady, almost hurt by my doubt.

“Why should I believe you?” I whispered.

He stepped closer, his tone dropping softer, more serious. “Because I respect you, Nadia. More than anyone else. I know your rules, your boundaries, and I would never… ever do something to break them. I’m not that kind of man.” He paused, “And even the last time I changed you myself, I tried not to touch you inappropriately. It was hard but your trust is a priority to me.”

Something in his voice made my chest tighten. For once, his teasing smile was gone. What remained was sincerity, carved deep into his eyes.

I exhaled slowly, my anger ebbing away, though my heart still raced.

“Good,” I murmured, sitting on the bed, hugging my knees against my chest. “Because if you ever try, Aiden… I won’t forgive you.”

He smiled, poking my cheek. “Of course, you won't,"

He sat beside me and handed me my cup of coffee.

“Here, I brought your morning routine.”

I smiled and took the mug from him," Thanks, Aiden,"

I took a sip and the flavor seeped deep into my brain, calming my nerves.”

"Mmm, this is sooo good."

“I knew you'd love it." He said, then looked at his wrist watch. “It's almost 11 a.m, Nadia. I’m hosting a pool party, remember?”

“Oh damn! I almost forgot about that," I stood up quickly from the bed, "I have less time to freshen up and get dressed."

“Don't worry, freshen up and I'll get your clothes ready for you."

“Thanks, Aiden, you're the best," I blew him a kiss and rushed into the bathroom.

I loved pool parties because it was an event that helped me get out of my room, spend time with others and be loose a bit from my Alpha Daddy obsession.

Because I couldn't spend one quiet time without thinking about him. I knew it was wrong to think that way of him but this was something I’d grown to not do without.

It was a quick bath.

I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in my plush white towel, my hair damp. And Aiden was just in front of my wardrobe.

He held my lingerie set.

I giggled but he didn't mind. He loved doing stuff for me regardless of what it is.

I stripped the towel off…in front of him.

It wasn't anything new. He'd seen me like that a couple of times.

But sometimes I wondered if he ever gets hard seeing me naked, or maybe we've been friend zoned to an extent where he feels nothing.

But as for me, no matter how near I was to him, it was always his father, Lucian.

My greatest obsession and fantasy.

My boobs bounced as I walked to the drawer, water dripping from my hair to my skin.

I grabbed my lotion and applied it on my damp skin.

Aiden lended a hand. He helped me apply some on my back.

I dressed up and he helped me dry my hair.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I looked so fucking hot, I wished Alpha Lucian would see me that morning.

I wanted him to.

My bra barely covered my boobs…only covered my nipples.

And my panties were a G-string. I wore it, alongside a blue transparent sheer robe, cut high up in the hip, Aiden had chosen it for me.

I was practically naked even after getting dressed. But that was the fun of attending a pool party, right?

*****

I sat on the pool deck with just my legs dipped inside the water.

The smell of roast fish from the corner of the backyard filled the air, alongside the hard jam of bass in the background.

I’d been chatting with Aiden until he got a call and left, promising to return soon.

I just sat on my own, observing my surroundings. Everyone seemed to be having fun.

At my right was Jason who was leaning on the wall. Caris swam from the other side of the pool to him, with her boobs floating on the water, her bra soaked. I could see her nipples from the transparent silk material.

He held her waist and pulled her closer. And then kissed her.

I breathed and turned away.

On the other side, Matthew sat on the pool deck, his dick out, while Karen was sitting on it, riding his cock, his hand pressed into her boobs.

Right inside the water, Fidelia held the staircase, Derek was behind her, slamming her from behind. I sighed and turned away again.

Everyone was having fun but here I was, sitting on my own, wondering if the man I craved even noticed me.

My pussy pulsed by just thinking about him, my clit beating, hungry for him to take me to his bedroom, throw me on his bed, spread my legs and suck my clit till I spread my cum all over his face.

I gasped and bumped my head.

It was beginning to feel like mere thoughts.

Because maybe he would never want me… not the little Omega he once carried into his mansion. Not the girl who still blushes when he calls her kiddo.

But my body refused to remember that.

This was what I wanted.

This was what I've been craving since I was sixteen.

It worsened day by day.

My urge. My forbidden desire.

One I didn't dare speak to anyone about.

And just then, I saw him on the Balcony, looking at me, shirtless, his gaze thick and piercing.

I came on my panties immediately.

He looked so fucking hot.

His dark green eyes, hard arms and huge abs.

My nipples hardened, clit throbbed, pussy leaking uncontrollably.

“Please, please, take me, Daddy Alpha, please," I murmured to myself.

“Nadia, why are you here all by yourself?" Vanessa swam to where I sat.

But I kept staring at the man who did the unspeakable to me by just being around. By just staring at me.

Vanessa had been my closest friend since we were fourteen, the one I trusted with nearly everything.

Nearly.

Because no matter how much I leaned on her, I could never bring myself to confess the one secret that consumed me…my obsession with Alpha Lucian.

“Everyone's having fun and you're here all alone.” she said, looking down at my thighs.

“Oh, goddess, Nadia you’re soaked,”

That was when my attention shifted. I looked at my pussy. I'd gotten soaked.

“Don't worry, I got you," She parted my legs, hand on my stomach, guiding me to lay on my back.

I didn't argue. Just did as she said, my eyes fixed on Alpha Lucian, the man who got me this soaked by just staring at me.

Vanessa shifted my panties and touched my wet pussy lips.

I gasped, “Vanessa…”

“Shh, Allow me,”

She deeped her longest finger inside my pussy and stroked once, brushing off my fingers from obstructing.

She stroked my pussy and I came on her fingers.

A soft whimper escaped my lips.

I blinked and he was gone. Like a shadow that had never been there. But the wetness between my thighs betrayed the truth.

Alpha Lucian Ryker had seen me, and sooner or later, he would claim me.

~Nadia

It had been a long day.

A really long one.

Being touched by someone else while Alpha Lucian’s eyes burned into me from across the pool… yet he did nothing. Nothing to satisfy the storm he’d stirred inside me.

By the time the sun began to sink, the party felt unbearable. Everywhere I turned, people were tangled together. Couples pressed against each other, lips locked, hands touching boobs and pussies, cocks in mouths.

Others formed threesomes, fucking themselves in rhythm to the thrum of music and the heat of urge.

Laughter mixed with moans, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and orgasms.

The backyard had turned into a carnival of pleasure, of people losing themselves to urges without shame or hesitation.

And me? I just stood at the corner, watching, doing nothing to sate the thirst of my own pussy.

Doing nothing to get one of those heavy cocks inside my pussy as well.

Not because I didn’t ache like them. But because the only one I wanted refused to touch me.

Aiden already left before the heat of the party began. He had a few duties to fulfill at council.

He didn't want me to stay here by myself, but I insisted on staying a little longer.

I held a glass of alcohol in my hand at the bar counter, watching everyone fuck themselves up.

I looked around, searching for Alpha Lucian.

I knew he wouldn't be there but I just couldn't stop myself from searching for him.

I wanted him. My pussy did.

It was aching. Yearning. Pulsing.

Pussy beating violently between my thighs, my slick dripping down my thighs uncontrollably.

I tried to feel normal. To not think about him.

But my pussy ached painfully, urgently in need of his cock.

I pictured him in my head. Pictured him walking right up to me, leaning in to kiss me, his cock out of his shorts, pressing my inner thighs.

And just then, I heard my name from a deep gravelly voice beside me.

I turned sharply, already calling his name.

“Daddy Lucian?" I called, more breath than voice.

But then I realized. It wasn't Lucian.

Just some random guy at the party.

I sighed to myself, frustrated.

Then I scanned the stranger.

He looked impressive.

His eyes were shallow grey, large chest and six hard abs. His bikini bottom lying low on his waist.

The sound of the music and moans sank in the background as I greeted back.

“I noticed you've been here by yourself. Do you need a partner?” he asked casually.

“Uh, not really,” I responded. “I'm okay with just the view.” I lied,

Of course I wasn't okay with watching other girls get fucked hard in their pussy while my own pussy leaked between my thighs, lips pressing together each time I moved.

I needed to get fucked too.

But not from just anyone. I wanted only my Daddy Alpha’s cock inside my pussy.

As if he didn't hear me clearly, he stepped closer to me, leaning in, his steps slow and deliberate.

Confusion etched itself on me, but he was already too close for me to think.

His hands moved behind me and rested on my waist, slowly sliding down to my ass.

He leaned into me, his breath brushing my skin. I could feel it.

He was directing his mouth to my lips.

I couldn't move. His grip on me was firm, his breath tickling my skin.

Then… his lips brushed mine. Lightly at first.

He pushed further, his lips parting my lips, going deep inside my mouth.

He kissed me, the kiss growing wetter, lips flushing inside my mouth.

He tasted of sweet wine, lips soft and full, engulfing my lips, sucking me, his teeth lightly biting me.

Goddess help me, I leaned in and kissed him back.

I couldn't resist. Not for long.

He grabbed my ass tightly with the hand behind me, then used his other hand to press my breasts.

I gasped and he swallowed my breath. He pushed me to the wall and his hand suddenly reached under my panties.

I gasped.

But then I saw Alpha Lucian again, standing at the far end, watching me with those piercing green eyes.

My heart flinched.

He had no expression on his face. Not really.

Just a stern gaze piercing me. He looked furious. His stare burned on the back of the stranger whose finger was already stroking my pussy.

I pushed him back with my hand on his hard chest.

Then I stumbled away from the wall, stammering, “I- I need to leave now.”

Before I could look again, Alpha Lucian wasn't there anymore. He had disappeared again, like he'd never been there.

I took to my heels and ran inside the house, upstairs to my room, my slick rolling down my thighs.

I quickly locked the door behind me.

I dragged my panties down my legs and threw it to the side.

I fell on the bed with my back, my legs spread on different angles.

My pussy was wet as fuck, dripping profusely.

I didn't waste a second before shoving two fingers inside it

I stroked myself hard and fast. Very deep.

My fingers instantly became soiled with my milky creams, dripping down my pussy while I worked my pussy out to get an orgasm.

I remembered his stare. The way he watched me get finger-fucked by Vanessa.

The way his hard chest and muscles glinted under the sunlight. His jawline looked the sharpest from a distance.

I imagined what his cock would look like. How big and thick it would be.

Maybe fourteen, or fifteen, or seventeen.

Or maybe even twenty inches.

Oh fuck!

I fucked myself harder. But it wasn't enough.

It never had.

Maybe if I had been ruined and torn by my greatest obsession, only then would I be wide enough for my fist to fit inside my pussy.

But no. I was still untouched.

I was just a fucking virgin Omega, dying for Alpha Lucian to notice me as his mate. And then claim me in the most painful, yet sweetest way.

I gasped, stroking my pussy hard.

Then…

My cum erupted, shooting out like water in a balloon that just popped.

My breath hitched, my legs unsteady as I got up from the bed.

My thighs were soaked, knees almost dropping to the floor as I struggled my way to the bathroom.

My bed was dirty, messed up with my cum, messed up with my third orgasm for the day. Yet it wasn't the last.

My pussy was still aching, swollen, like my fingers weren't half enough.

It wasn't.

I pushed the bathroom door open and turned on the steam.

Maybe this would help me.

Maybe the heat would help distract my nerves and my mind from thinking about him.

I stood in front of my reflection, staring at myself.

Staring at how filthy, ruined and messy I looked.

My thighs were soaked with slick, fingers dripping off cum.

My face was flushed.

Not satisfied.

I still felt empty.

I’d only received fingers in my pussy since I was sixteen.

I was fed up. Endured for so long

I wanted cock now.

Daddy Lucian's.

I wanted him to grab my neck, rip off my panties and deep his cock inside my pussy.

It would hurt. I would scream. Cry.

But that would only be a percentage of the ache I feel now. The ache of watching my pussy drip orgasm from my fingers fucking it instead of his cock.

I wanted my next bleeding to be caused by him ruthlessly shoving his cock hard inside me.

I wanted him to wipe my blood off. Not because I fell on the field and bruised my little arm while playing with Aiden, but because he fucked me hard and ruined my virgin cunt.

I turned on the shower, stripped and sat under it.

I needed to cool off. My pussy needed it more than my brain.

It had leaked so much, hurting from constant finger thrusts.

The water rushed on me.

Then I smelled something.

It wasn't the water. Nor bathroom fragrance. Neither was it the smell of shampoo or soap.

It was something stronger.

Thicker.

It smelled like pine and whiskey.

I could feel the heat. Stronger than the heat from the steam.

Wolf heat.

It hit me, seeping through my nostrils, going inside my head.

Hell fucking no.

My pussy was leaking again, dripping slick.

I gasped and spread my legs.

I didn't bother to look down. Didn't want to see how soaked and filthy I was.

I threw my head behind me as I shove my finger in my pussy again.

I screamed, moaning, mouth and nose inhaling the steam floating in the air.

I pushed my finger deeper, stroking my pussy non-stop.

My moans echoed in the walls of the bathroom, the slurpy sounds of my finger dragging in and out of my pussy buried under my moans and the splashing sound of the shower hitting my stomach and boobs.

I went harder. Faster.

And then…

My cum splashed out of my pussy to the floor.

I fell flat, watching it mix up with the flowing water, flushing out of the bathroom.

The scent hit harder again…pine. Whiskey.

I knew it was him.

He was around somewhere, watching me suffer, watching my cunt get ruined, dying for him to notice.

He should have smelled me by now.

My heat-slick.

Was he trying to resist me or did he just love seeing me suffer like this?

The scent tightened.

I couldn't hold on anymore.

I followed it, crawling on my knees to the door.

The space was quiet but the scent tightened in the bedroom.

My gaze shifted to the floor. There were footprints…giant, less human-like, more wolf.

My breath caught.

He was really there.

Watching me.

Watching me suffer.

Watching my pussy get ruined with ordinary fingers.

Watching it drip out empty orgasms.

I just sat on the door post, chest rising and falling silently, my heart pounding loudly.

My pussy still aching. Yearning for him.