~Nadia

My pulse pounded in my ears. I quickly dragged the duvet and draped it over my body, my hands shaky.

Aiden's brows furrowed. He walked in and closed the door behind him.

“Nadia?.." he called, stepping closer, "what were you doing?”

"You really need to learn some manners, Aiden," my voice splashed across the room.

He halted his steps.

I adjusted on the bed, sitting up and making sure I was completely covered.

“How dare you walk into my room carelessly. Don't you have knuckles to knock?”

His lips shivered, "I- I’m sorry, but I knocked before stepping in.”

"Of course you did." I snapped.

“I'm sorry, Nadia, I didn't think you would be doing anything I wasn't supposed to see.”

I bit my lips so hard, adjusting the sheet wrapped around me

My voice dropped…low and firm.

“Get out."

“What?!" He asked. Like he didn't hear me clearly.

“Get out, you son of a bitch, Get out!” My voice stormed across the room.

He didn't say anything. Couldn't.

He took one step back, eyes still fixed on mine, as if broken by my words.

He took one more step backward before turning around and clicking the door shut behind him, leaving me alone in the biting silence of my room.

“Oh goddess! What did I just do?!” I gasped, standing up from the bed and tossing the sheets aside.

My legs were shaky, arms vibrating in the air as I picked up the brush from my bed, my fingers sticking to it because of the creamy juices rubbed all over it.

I touched myself. Still wet. Still dripping.

I needed more. I wasn't satisfied yet.

My pussy was still swollen, clit throbbing. Aching.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs lifting from the ground as I spread them.

One hand moved up to my left boobs and grabbed it, the other hand directing the brush in between my legs.

I gasped when it touched the lips of my pussy. Then I pushed it and it went deeper. My thighs vibrated for a bit as I deepened the brush inside my pussy.

I moaned when my pussy swallowed the brush, my breath hanging in my throat.

I stroked my pussy with it. Very fast.

Fist slamming on my pussy clit, slick rolling out of my pussy.

I moaned. Bit my lips so hard. Then screamed when I couldn't hold it in anymore.

I squealed, hips wriggling on the bed, my entire body racking.

I fell back on the bed, my body felt too weak to move, my pussy still pressing against each other, clit soaking wet.

I wanted something better. Bigger. Larger. More experienced.

But no one could give me what I really wanted.

Only Alpha Lucian.

Aiden would be willing. He wouldn't even hesitate if I asked.

But it was his father I wanted. Daddy Lucian.

The man who raised me from just a little kiddo to the woman who's now obsessing over him.

I wanted him so badly. He knew it.

But maybe I was meant to suffer.

The moon goddess planned it all.

She did not just let my mom die when I was just four. She also bound me to a man who was off limits.

Who did not really care about me.

My legs shuddered as I stood up, thighs ruined, pussy beating harder than ever.

As if all the orgasms I attained were nothing. Like they didn't count.

But really it didn't.

Because the one who was meant to make me cum neglected me, still acting like he didn't know what I really needed.

His cock.

I stood up from the bed, and walked out of my room. For how long will I stay there and suffer silently?

My pussy was ruined. Thighs messed up. Hands filthy.

I hated to look at myself but I wanted him to see me. To see how filthy I got for him.

I walked down the hallway. Past the family photos and frames of fallen pack heroes.

I walked past where I was supposed to. Past where I was forbidden to ever cross.

I wasn't thinking. Couldn't.

My pussy overwhelmed me. The beat of it.

My thighs struggling to contain it.

The sign on the door was clearly forbidden but I didn't mind. The same way the moon goddess didn't mind before mating me to him. Daddy Alpha.

I held the door knob. The metal felt cooler than it was supposed to.

I whined and pushed the door open.

The room looked different. Different from how I last remember… ten years ago when Aiden and I sneaked into it, searching for nothing specific.

It was one of the childhood mischiefs we did together.

We were caught, mildly punished and brutally warned never to go there again.

But today, there I was, being drawn and controlled by my dripping pussy. By the scent of the man whom I used to call daddy and feel nothing.

But today, when I called him daddy, my pussy would leak, dripping uncontrollably.

The room was dark, wind blowing from corners I couldn't see.

By the window, sunlight seeped through, faintly stabbing the darkness.

And there he stood.

He knew I was there. But he didn't move. Didn't turn around. Not yet.

My gaze locked on his silhouette. Heart pounding so loudly in my head, pussy pulsing. Leaking.

I took one step inside and he moved his fingers.

My heart flinched.

His scent seeped through my nostrils. I barely held myself.

Held myself back from diving on him, inhaling enough of that magnetic scent and grasping his cock out of his shorts and shoving it inside my mouth.

He turned around.

My legs pinned to the ground. I could move. Didn't dare.

My heart throbbed louder, thighs clutching together to stop my slick from leaking down my thighs.

Stupid attempt.

He took one step toward me and my soul left me.

Maybe I shouldn't have come here.

Maybe I should have just stayed back in my room and let my body rot in empty orgasms.

I flinched, taking steps backward with every step he took towards me.

But then everything closed against me. The wall behind me and his shadow towering over me.

~Nadia

My breath caught as I looked up at him, the air seizing around my lungs.

My back was pressed against the wall now. There was nowhere to move. No where to run to.

He caged me with his big arms pinned to the wall on either side of my head.

“Why are you here?" He asked, voice dropping low and deadly.

"I-I…"

“You came here to look for something you think is truly yours. Something you won't be able to take if I give it to you.”

My heart paused for a second, pussy leaking without breaks, shamefully rolling down my thighs.

His eyes dropped down to my boobs. Then my legs.

And finally,

Finally he saw me

Dripping for him.

“You get yourself worked up day and night because of me,” he spat, his words dropping stiffly down my spine.

I shivered.

One hand dropped on my thighs. He gripped them with a firm seductive hold. One that made me quiver right in his hands.

He noticed.

Then he trailed it upward. High up my thighs, hovering just around my pussy.

My breath paused.

No air.

Everything ceased.

Except my stomach curling low and hot.

The nerves under my skin begging for something they might not know how to control.

His hands touched my slick. Rubbed on it.

Then he clenched his teeth and his voice dropped again.

Sexily. deadly.

“You’re soaked…for your daddy.”

Oh fuck. That word.

Daddy.

The next blink, I was in the air, his grip firmly on the neck of my shirt, holding me up.

Not just his grip.

His hard abs too.

Oh, lord help me.

I could feel him. His scent became tighter in my lungs, the heat from his body seeping into mine without mercy.

His hands reached under my skirt and he touched my pussy.

I gasped.

He parted my pussy lips with his big fingers, my slick dropping on his hand.

“You want me, huh?"

I barely nodded.

“You think you can take me?"

He pushed his hips into me and his cock pressed into my stomach. I gasped.

He was huge.

So fucking huge.

His meat was thick.

Not hard. Not yet.

He pressed it into my stomach again and I squealed.

“You're untouched. And you want me to be the one who ruins your tight little virgin cunt.” he tapped my pussy lips brutally.

I moaned. No real words could escape my lips.

He pressed his cock to me again.

Harder this time.

“But you're too young for me. So fucking young. I literally raised you. Guarded you while you took your bath because I didn't want any mother fucker from this pack harming you.” He said.

“You'd come to me and ask me to help you wipe your back because your hands were too short to reach. And I'll do it gladly. No negative thoughts. Just the eyes of a father who would stop at nothing to protect his daughter.”

His words stung me.

“But today, here you are, barging into my wing, searching desperately for my cock,”

I swallowed, my pussy lips clenching on nothing.

I badly wanted it to clench on his cock.

When he'd ruin my virgin cunt and fuck me hard.

He touched my pussy lips again, his fingers hovering near the entrance.

His gaze dropped on my face. His stare lasted for a moment too long.

Then he dropped me to the floor with a stinging warning.

“Get out from here. And if you ever try something so stupid again, I'll ruin you in ways you’ll never imagine.”

I looked at him once.

Then I took one step away from him.

Then another, almost leaping from the filthiness hanging between my thighs.

By the time I stepped out of the wing, the air in the hallway felt easier. Less dense.

I managed to walk to my room. I stepped inside it without bothering to close the door.

I sat down, my ass sinking into the soft mattress…the same ass begging to be ruined.

Begging for my daddy Alpha to grip tightly while he'd shove his cock inside my messy hole.

I spread my legs apart and touched myself.

Of course I was wet. So fucking wet.

I had walked into the wing, soiled from only thinking about him.

But when I walked out, I was dripping, leaking uncontrollably from his touch. From his sexy green eyes stabbing my entire body.

My breath wasn't steady. Not one bit.

The way his fingers slapped on my wet lips. So hard I nearly came.

The way his mighty cock pressed into me like it could fuck out my lungs if it dared went inside my body.

I was wet. And dripping.

I romanced my pussy lips, remembering him…his tattoos, dripping voice…the one that always got me crawling on my knees.

I clenched my teeth together. The same way my pussy clenched around nothing while he held me up, abs and cock pressing tightly to my fragile body.

He broke me long before he ever realized.

But he doesn't know. Not yet.

I pushed two fingers inside me, hands shaking, body trembling.

I stroked my extremely wet pussy.

But I felt almost nothing. Nothing to sate the amount of storms that had been looming inside me since I was sixteen.

It was nothing to be compared with how that large and thick meat under his shorts might make me feel if he used it on me.

I stroked myself.

I would have tripled my fingers and shoved all three inside me.

But they wouldn't fit.

Not in my tight virgin cunt.

I went with two.

Stroked harder. Faster.

And in no time, I was leaking out cum again.

Ruining my sheets for the hundredth time.

My hand fell on the bed, ruined virgin thighs spread apart, stained messy with my slick.

And suddenly, I remembered his stinging words.

“But you're too young for me. So fucking young. I literally raised you,”

My lips tightened.

I buried my face in my pillow, tears gushing out.

I knew it. I wasn't enough for him. I would never be.

I was just a fucking unfortunate little brat.

Maybe I wasn't really fated to him.

I was rather fated to suffer.

Nothing in this world could be more unbearable than the one who you want being so off limits as my Daddy Lucian.

The one who's the only solution to your problem watches you suffer.

Get ruined.

Fucked and fed up with fingers.

My lips tightened…pussy lips

I was feeling him all over again.

His touch. His cold stares.

My pussy leaked again but I locked my thighs this time.

No.

Not one more.

Not one more fuck with my fingers.

If he wasn't going to take me. To claim me. To mark me.

If he'd prefer to watch me suffer then I'll just have to give him the show.

No other option.

I clenched my legs tighter, my soft pussy lips pressing together.

Not another one masturbation.

I would also watch me suffer.

Because what is the point?

He already made it clear that I was too young for him. That I wasn't enough.

He raised me as a father so I was wrong to fantasize over him.

But I know I wasn't.

The moon goddess was.

Above every other person in this pack, it had to be Lucian.

I would let a gamma fuck me if he was my mate.

But here, Alpha Lucian didn't even think for a second before thrashing me away.

I stood on my feet.

My clit still throbbed…for him.

But I'll do everything to ignore it.

The room felt suffocating. The whole world did.

Even my clothes suddenly felt too tight.

I stripped.

Walked filthily to the wardrobe.

I grabbed my silk robe.

This would be airy enough.

I put it on and tied it loosely against my filthy body, the material plastering against the wetness on my thighs.

My nipples stood hard under it, dry like a desert.

No lip’s ever touched it. Ever.

And I wanted my Alpha Daddy to be the first.

But since he's chosen to ignore me, I'll just die a virgin.

I needed something to pass time with.

Maybe a bottle of alcohol could help me waste my life. I’d drink to stupor until all my pains went away. Until I felt nothing for Lucian anymore.

Or maybe…just maybe…I needed something stronger than alcohol.

~Aiden

I've been holding it back for a couple of weeks. Not that I hadn't told her before.

I did.

But certainly at the wrong time.

She looked the prettiest when she turned fifteen.

One day, while playing games on the field, I told her about how I felt.

She laughed so hard like it was a joke.

Like I was a joke.

Then she bumped my chest and simply asked that we continued the game.

That was it.

I never thought of mentioning it even though my feelings for her grew even more unbearable each morning I saw her pretty face.

I've been pondering since she turned eighteen about how to drop it this time so she knows I'm serious about her.

She was maturing too quickly and I didn't want her to be taken by someone else before I ever tried to shoot my shot.

Elder Damien came visiting very early that morning and all three of us…Elder Damien, dad and I…discussed and shared ideas for solutions about the current lingering issue in the pack.

That was when I caught sight of Nadia from the distance…standing and watching us with her cute innocent eyes.

Or so I thought.

I couldn't take my eyes off her anymore. She looked stunning in her messy bun and her clothes were small, clinging to her curves in a perfect fit, exposing an ample amount of skin.

I called her and her steps were fluid as she came forward.

After exchanging greetings, I decided to drop Elder Damien off in his car before returning to meet Nadia.

I was anxious, fingers trembling as I gripped the wheelchair's armrests, carefully maneuvering him out.

Returning, I was excited like a man who was preparing to propose to the love of his life.

She was.

But it wasn't a proposal. Not yet.

At least she should know about my feelings before anything else.

I stood right in front of her door, taking in nervous breaths, practicing what I'd say to her.

I memorized a few words and inhaled deeply.

I didn't feel ready but I had to go anyway.

I knocked on the door and pushed it open, a small anxious smile playing on my lips.

I saw her on the bed.

But then she quickly dragged the sheets over her body.

There was a frightening look on her face, her lips stuttering.

“Nadia?..”

I'd called, confused.

But then she lashed out angrily at me, questioning my manners because I barged into her room.

I tried to explain myself to her but her voice was always louder than mine, her words too sharp for me to speak.

She scolded me and I thought it would end there…until she asked me to get out of the room already.

I didn't argue or try to explain further. I simply stepped backward, hurt and disappointed.

But then, as I turned to leave, I caught sight of her makeup brush beside her, covered in white slime.

That was when I realized.

She was touching herself.

But there was nothing to it.

It wasn't supposed to be a problem.

Not one she should want to hide from me.

Not when I always did the same in my own room. The difference is I pictured her in my head while doing it.

She was hot…petite waist and full front and backside, curves round like she was sculpted on a Sunday morning.

When she'd undress in front of me and pretend like she didn't know what she did to me.

But I grew to be strong around her, my self control strengthened.

I always wore tight inner shorts whenever I knew I'd be around her. Because I didn't want my manhood pushing through my trousers in front of her and having her get everything wrong.

And when I’d go back to my room, I would brusquely drag my trousers down from my waist, take my manhood out of its confinement, apply my lubes and stroke my manhood hard and merciless until my cum would be dripping on my own hands.

After leaving Nadia's room, I came into my room, slammed the door behind me and shoved my fingers inside my hair, shuffled it, teeth gnashing against each other, hard frustrated groans escaping my throat.

It was supposed to be a good morning.

Once where I finally get relieved of the heavy burden in my chest.

The burden of hiding my feelings from the woman I love.

I wanted her to know.

Rejection or acceptance, I already braced myself for both.

Because it was better to be rejected than to die in silence.

But it got ruined within seconds.

I messed up and I knew it.

I fell on the bed, thinking, rolling to different sides and clutching my pillow, thinking about her.

If I wasn't the prince of Ashenhowl, who everyone looks up to after my father, I’d have cried my ass off thinking about how she scolded me.

I needed a drink.

Just to cool off.

To think of another way this can be resolved. Because I wasn't sure how long I could live with this anymore.

If she says she doesn't have feelings for me, after I confessed my feelings, then that'll be okay. I'll just use a few weeks to get over it and of course, accept my fate.

Not like it's going to be so easy for me.

But first, she needs to know about it.

I stood up from my bed and walked out of my room, heading to the home bar.

I walked down the stairs, gaze fixed on my feet, my mind completely elsewhere.

Thinking about her.

I looked up when I got to the home bar and damn.

She was there.

Sitting on the stool, a bottle and a glass of drink in front of her.

My heart flinched. I gripped the fabric of my trousers. My pace dropped.

My lips pressed together.

The moment was awkward.

I was already there. Couldn't turn away.

Not when she already saw me.

I stepped forward, trying to put myself together.

After all, what's the worst that could possibly happen?

“Hey Nadia,” my voice came out more broken than I intended. “I didn't think you'd be here,"

She didn't answer.

Just drank the last drink in the cup and poured more from the bottle.

I grabbed a stool and sat beside her, eyes fixed on her face the whole time.

“Nadia…are you okay?”

She tilted her head to me, then turned back to face her drink.

“Nadia, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I didn't mean to walk in on you…”

The stern gaze she dropped on me stripped me of every other word I was going to say.

She took another sip.

I couldn't speak again.

My words mumbled in my throat. Didn't dare escape.

Silence.

I gripped the counter tight, adjusting restlessly on the bar stool, my eyes flickering to her at brief intervals.

Oh shit.

I hadn't noticed in the dim light.

What she wore… silk transparent robes.

And nothing underneath.

I tried not to stare too long but I couldn't help myself.

My eyes couldn't.

Her cleavage and boobs were exposed.

Almost completely.

I bit my lips.

The robe was loosely tied. Only covering her back completely.

And the front?

Damn the front.

Everything was exposed. Nearly

Her midriff. And her breasts.

One of her nipples was out. It looked so hard and edible.

And her thighs too.

The robe was spread apart, exposing all of it

Shit!

I couldn't stop myself from looking at what was between her legs.

It looked so damn soft, glistening under the light.

I continued staring, dirty visuals forming in my head.

Then I shifted my stool closer to her and lifted my hand to her thighs, rubbing it on her smooth skin.

I slid my hand downward, dragging it inside her thighs.

And then…my hand touched her pussy.

My fingers first. Moving slowly, dragging at her pussy lips.

So fucking soft.

She licked her lips. I saw it.

Then held my arm, directing it to move exactly how she likes it, her eyes closed, head tilting backward.

This was the perfect time. I thought.

I leaned in, my lips almost reaching hers.

And then it brushed her upper lips.

Fuck.

I shook my head, eyelids fluttering.

Crazy imagination.

She was still seated on her stool, sipping her drink like I didn't even exist to her.

“Okay, that's enough." I reached and grabbed the bottle. "I won't sit here and watch you drink like that. Are you crazy?”

"Aiden, give it back."

“No,"

“I'm not a kid anymore. Give me back my drink." She stretched, attempting to snatch the bottle back.

But I was too fast for her.

She tried again but failed.

“Look, I'm not playing these cheap games with you.”

“What's the problem? Tell me, Nadia,"

Her lashes closed against me and she rudely pushed me out of the way.

She walked to the liquor cabinet and grabbed another drink, snatching the glass cup from the table

“You can have that one. I'll be in my room now."

I watched her retreating back as she climbed up the stairs.

I heaved a sigh and sat back on the chair.

Maybe I should give her some time.

I spinned the bottle, staring blankly at the product label, my mind still thinking about her.

Minutes went by and I was just about to go back upstairs to my room.

But that was when I heard Nadia's scream from upstairs.

My heart flinched.

“Fuck! Nadia?!” I called, hurrying up the stairs.