Velvet’s POV

“This place is quite comfortable. You’ll stay here. Zavian will watch over you,” he said, pulling me close one last time in a hug.

Dad’s voice was steady, but mine was not.

I clung to his shirt like a child. “You’re leaving already?”

“I have to,” he whispered against my hair. “I have a lot of tasks to assist our Alpha in London. You know this is crucial to maintaining my rank. As Omegas, our lives would be miserable if not for my connections. You won't even be here.”

He raised his face to look at Zavian. I gulped down a big lump of saliva.

“London can’t wait for me. You will visit on holidays but for now he’ll be your new daddy and take good care of you.”

At this, I raised my eyes. We locked our gaze. I swiftly looked away, unable to maintain eye contact.

Taking care of me, definitely, I made sure he took care of me in every way possible in bed.

“This estate is enormous, you can always have your morning and evening stroll as you loved back in London.” I nodded absentmindedly.

“The maids and servants are there to attend to your needs, they live in the left wing.”

I hummed again.

“Don't worry I'll cater to all her needs, she's a pretty little girl that needs a dad to take care of her. I can be her second dad.”

Second dad indeed.

Why didn't he think of that when he had his cock buried deep inside my throat.

Alpha Zavian said it so suddenly, cutting my composure away. I flinched my face, hiding the red that was already forming on my cheeks.

I couldn't help imagining myself calling him daddy as I rode him.

Dad kissed my forehead and pulled away. “Study hard, Velvet. Don’t make me regret sending you here.” His eyes darkened, delivering a warning growl.

I nearly chuckle, if only he knew.

I nodded.

He patted me, then began to walk towards the door. My eyes blurred.

“Aren't you staying for lunch?” Zavian asked but dad ignored.

“You heard me already,” he murmured at the door, turning to deliver a witty grin.

“I have to rush back. Do you need someone to cure your loneliness? Velvet would.”

I saw the seriousness on his face brighten into something wild, erotic and sexy but he quickly suppressed it seeing me look.

Nothing to hide, man!

My dad looked back once, waved and smiled, then disappeared outside.

The front door shut. The sound echoed through the hall like a final nail sealing my fate.

My body stiffened. My chest ached.

He was gone.

I turned slowly.

And there he was.

Alpha Zavian.

A sudden vibration erupted all through my entire body.

He remained still, facing me with a cold yet spicy, dominant look. The silence between us stretched until my heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it.

I looked away quickly, clutching my bag tighter.

“You should rest,” he said at last, his voice low and rough. “You’ve had a long trip.”

I nodded, trying not to notice how deep his voice vibrated through me.

He started to walk out. His stride was slow yet majestic but most of all, predatory.

I followed, my eyes betraying me, sliding over the way his jeans gripped his thighs, the way his shoulders moved with so much energy.

My cheeks burned.

“Come on, let me show you around.”

I followed but my eyes weren't on anything but him.

He showed me the halls, pointing at doors. “Kitchen. Training hall. Library.”

I nodded at everything, though I heard nothing.

All I felt was the heat in my body every time his voice brushed my ears.

We returned back to the first hallway, my room and his, just next by the right. He placed a hand on the knob of his room.

“This is mine,” he said. “You wanna explore?”

I quickly nodded.

“Dont even think about it. Go back.” He pointed to my room.

So I just swallowed. “Fine.”

His eyes lingered on me. For a second too long. My breath grew too heavy, I thought he would ask me to come in.

But he opened his door and stepped in.

“Rest.”

The word rolled off his tongue like a command from his lips then he got in and shut the door before him.

I froze.

Isn't he showing me in again?

I stood out here for a minute or two before opening my door and getting into my room.

I shut the door, and leaned against it.

My heart thumped wildly.

The room was large, beautiful, but I barely saw it.

All I saw was him. Even in my thoughts, all I could think of was him. And I planned to train my wolf soon to listen more to whatever he's gonna be doing in his room.

I pressed my thighs together, shame rising in my chest. My body was restless, aching, wanting.

This was madness.

But I couldn’t stop.

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

I imagined him in his room.

Stripping off his shirt. Muscles flexing. Skin glowing.

Sliding into his sheets, half-naked, muscular, and intimidating.

My lips parted. My breath grew shallow.

I pressed the pillow to my face to muffle the sound of my whimper.

Hours passed. The house grew silent.

Still, I couldn’t sleep.

Every creak in the next room made my body tense.

And then—footsteps.

Slow. Heavy.

They stopped right outside my door.

My breath caught. My body froze.

The knob turned slightly.

The door opened. Just an inch.

My heart leapt into my throat.

And there he was.

Zavian.

His tall frame filled the gap, his eyes scorching.

He stood there. Watching me.

I pulled the blanket higher, trembling.

Neither of us moved.

His gaze locked on me, burning, silent, unable to read.

“I just came to check on you, to make sure you're fine.”

And then he shut the door. The latch clicked softly. Footsteps faded away.

I buried my face in the pillow, my chest heaving. My body shook with heat and fear.

Morning came too fast. I woke up, heading straight to the bathroom to have a warm bath. Right there, I was already thinking of how I would face him at the dinning.

In twenty minutes, I was done. I dried, then emerged to my room, pulling on a simple blouse and jeans. My hands shook as I brushed my hair.

When I opened the door, he was already there.

Leaning against the wall.

Waiting.

His grey eyes swept over me slowly, scanning every inch.

My breath hitched. Does he see me as that little daughter of his best friend then or as a woman?

“Are you ready?” he asked. His voice rumbled deep, curling low in my belly.

“Ready for?” I muttered.

“To have some breakfast. I've already fixed up something for us to eat.”

Awwww.

I was feeling romantic already.

I wanted to react with a cute moan but my body was too aware of him beside me.

“Yes, Alpha.” I nodded.

“Call me Zavian.”

My blood heated. Call him Zavian?

A quick thought came to mind.

“I'll call you daddy.”

I watched as his lips erupted into a mischievous grin.

“Don't you think with what you've done, it's inappropriate for you to call me daddy.”

Velvet’s POV

“You said not to breathe a word about it, why are you suddenly bringing it up?”

I glanced at me without a word.

I sat on the dining chair opposite him, his gaze was on me, on me even after I took my seat.

I wore no bra and my crop top was slightly transparent, so light anyone could see my standing nipples. Droplets of the water pressed the surface of my top showing my skin.

“Oh—” I followed his gaze down to chest.

My lips rose in a smile.

“What? Do you like what you see?”

I wanted to entice him, I wanted him and I was willing to do what I could to have him. Seducing him was the list of the things I was willing to do.

“Let's eat.” He said, setting the plates of pasta, fruit salad, turkey soup appetizer and egg sauce. He pulled out the water from the tray.

I looked nowhere else except for his veiny hands, his muscular body, shown under his fitting T-shirt. My eyes dropped to his downstream, his sexy, carved out thighs showing off with his short black pants.

I gulped in saliva checking out his midst, his bulge was already curving out. I sat here, fork in hand, food already scoped but couldn't take it to my mouth because I'm literally gawking and my heart is throbbing.

“We ought to take him.” My wolf whispered to my ear.

I sat upright immediately with a sudden reaction, the fork dropping. Legs spread wide.

He's up, glaring at me with a cold yet puzzled gaze.

“What's going on?”

His eyes lingered downwards. Curiosity struck it. I followed his eyes, slowly.

Boom.

On my thighs. In between n my legs. They were wide apart.

“Don't you wear panties?” His hoarse voice rang out, deep, seductive, creating a ripple in my core.

“I was feeling hot so I wore as little as possible. Why? Are you finding it difficult to hold back?”

“Velvet watch how you act around me..” he gave a stern warning but I was too intrigued by the bulging veins on his forehead that looked just the ones that appeared when he tried to stop his moan when I sucked his cock.

“Are you worried you'd loss control a fuck me.”

“You’re quite bold for someone who's still a virgin."

“You don't learn from experience, I mean that was my first blow job but you enjoyed every bit of it.”

He glared at me and I swallowed the lump in my throat, facing down and slowly pulling my legs closer.

That gaze…. That gaze….. didn't make me back down as he has expected instead in made me want to jump on him and let him fuck me until I can't walk.

Those eyes, they persisted, cold yet filled with deep desire.

He knew and I knew it too.

“Let's eat, I have to go to the office soon.”

My brows ached.

“Office?” I muttered. “Why?”

“Why?” He dragged in disbelief.

I came to my senses. I'd thought he's my new stay-at-home fuck buddy and acquaintance. He's the Alpha and has to take the affairs of his pack seriously.

I hope he will take me seriously as well.

“I didn't mean that,” I uttered. “I mean you don't have to be serious about me.”

Urgh?

What am I saying?

I shook my head, grabbing my chest. I've embarrassed myself more than I should.

Each time I look, those cold, hard, flirty eyes are staring at me, killing me with its seduction on one end and on the other showing no emotions, making me look naive and stupid.

Who was doing the seducing here? Was it me or him?

I sprang up, lowered my gaze.

“I–I wish to use the convenience.” I whispered, dashing off before he could even say a word.

Once inside the general convenience located down the hall, I shut the door, walking over to the sink before the mirror. I stamped my hand on the white sink, pressing onto it, my head lowered, shaking furiously with shame and curiosity.

My heart was beating at an alarming rate especially at the last thought. My wolf tried to soothe and console me but I scolded it.

I really wanted to pin him down on the table and suck his cock until he cums for me.

I could feel the fluid already flowing down my thighs just thinking of it.

“what should I do? I really want him.”

As I opened the door I bumped into a hard chest by the hallway, just close to the door.

The life in my body came to a stand-still at that very moment. I lifted my face slowly from the rock-hard chest to see a military green T-shirt.

My mind flashed back.

This is what he wore.

It rang in a low tone in my ear.

My eyelashes bashed countless times. Slowly hands glide up my sides. I remained still, pressed towards his chest. I wanted to jerk up but my wolf won't let me get off.

His scent washed down on me, alluring and gripping my attention.

I wished to remain in this position forever.

I lifted my face.

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

My body vibrated with an intense fucking-urge wave.

“What's that?” He pulled me gently off, glaring down at me but his hands never left me.

I gulped.

I was wondering if he was going to agree to it.

But then again there was only one way to find out.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you? Are you out of your mind?” he rebuked me the moment those words left my mouth.

I nodded. No matter how angry he was, he couldn't hide the interest that sparkled in his eyes.

My head was raised. He leaned towards me, face close to brushing against mine. His strong, alluring breath heavy on my face.

My heart was thumping.

Is this the answer to my prayer?