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, I'm pretty sure, would be in bed. Our eyes betrayed us, so unfortunate, my dad couldn't tell. He trusted his best friend and I so much.

"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."

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

How can I handle this before him and my dad?

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, knowing this wouldn't stop the fantasy cruising my mind over his best friend.

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 shook my head, turning my face away, face red with shyness.

"You don't have to be nervous and you can always come around to my room when you're feeling lonely in there." He pointed to my room.

Showing my nervousness would only tell him more that something is going on.

So I just swallowed. "Okay."

His eyes lingered on me. For a second too long. My breath grew too heavy.

Then he opened the 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.

Maybe soon, he will.

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.

He came to check on me? What if he saw me naked? What did he want?

The questions rolled through me, but no answers came.

Only the pounding of my heart and the ache spreading between my thighs.

Morning came too fast. I woke up, heading straight to the bathroom to have a warm bath. Right here, 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.

Goshhhh.

We knew what we were doing. He moved and I followed closely behind. I wanted to touch him.

Velvet's POV

I sat on the dining chair opposite his, his eyes were on me, too much I dropped my gaze on the table, then on my boobs only to flare.

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.

"Ahh-"

I rose up quickly, crossing my arms over my boobs.

"Where are you going?"

"I–" My face roamed around. I watched his brows arch.

"Aren't you up to eighteen?"

I went speechless.

"I mean–"

"I-"

My lips clasped shut, my brain off.

I looked ruined.

Fucked.

"Let's get to 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 watched 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.

My legs froze for that second. Or do I say, they went numb and couldn't move. Instead of closing, they went wider. Reflex.

Sighs.

I felt this naughty, wanting him to have a longer peep into it but my head jerked up, my hand hitting my forehead.

"I–I'm sorry." I stammered.

"No! No! It's fine. You don't have to be worried."

"You're an adult now."

Guess this is the second time he's repeating this sentence?

I swallowed the lump in my throat, facing down and slowly pulling my legs closer, trying hard to hide the blush that was surfacing. I slapped my cheeks, twisting my face to suppress the redness.

"I–I'm grateful." I muttered, raising my eyes only slowly up to check out his reaction.

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

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

My brows ached.

"Office?" I muttered as a matter of shock. "Why?"

"Why?" He dragged in a rather flirty style, too long for a question.

Hell no!

I came to my senses. I'd thought he's my new stay-at-home fuck body 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.

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.

What will he be thinking of me?

A slut?

Will he tell my father that I'm trying to seduce him?

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.

"You made me do this. I wasn't supposed to do this."

This is my dad's best friend. Nothing happens without him sharing it with my dad. They are close paddies and if this gets to my dad, he will come and take me back.

"I have to go and apologize to him." I came to a decision.

"Hell no!" My wolf, Luna, scolded.

"Why will you do that?"

"Because I don't want him to tell my dad." I screamed so hard, turning swiftly and opening the door only to bump 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.

"Did you hear me?" I stammered after a few minutes.

"Urghh?" He pretended not to hear what I said. Then said a "Yes."

"But you don't have to be scared. We're both adults and I wouldn't report this to your dad."

I let out a deep breath off my lungs but still I couldn't believe him.

What if he's trying to soothe me here and would go ahead to do something else?

"Can I–"

I lifted my face. "Can I bribe you with something?"

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 wondered if I was doing the right thing.

"You wanna fuck me?" He shot out straight even before I got to say out those words my lips were forming.

He got my secret at the tip of his finger nails, there was nothing to do other than accept.

I nodded.

His lips curled into a long grin.

My head lowered. 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?

Velvet's POV

My palms sweated, my legs were shaking. But he grabbed me firmly by the waist, pulling me towards him, her lips brushed, our nostrils.

I shut my eyes, ceasing my breath.

Where's this leading to?

I couldn't ignore the pang in my heart. It's obvious something spicy was going to happen and I just couldn't wait any longer.

I parted my lips, wanting to take him in when his phone rang.

Motion ceased.

Our erotic gears took a break, heavy breathing erupted before an abrupt stop.

He pulled away, releasing me totally.

"Ahhhh!"

I let out a grunt, stamping my foot on the ground. This could only be my moment and this call had to come?

I'll strike the person if I know who he is.

What the hell?

"It must be urgent," Zavian uttered.

No matter what or who it was, I didn't give a fuck. How dare he disrupt our moment?

He pulled out his phone, peering into it.

His eyes widened.

"Who's that?" I lip synched.

"Your dad," he replied almost in a whisper.

"What?" My lips broke into a fit of shocking gasp. He shook his head.

"Nothing to worry about," he replied, still in a whisper. Non-chalant.

He tapped on the Answer button, I presumed, then took it to his ear.

"Hello buddy." He began.

"Yes!"

The call was on speaker. I grabbed my chest, feeling my breath about to pour everything in it and my body dropping. His eyes locked with me, then trailed down.

"How's you and my daughter doing?" He asked.

He should tell him I'm dying here.

I'd been raised from a conservative family and I knew how strict my dad was, if he knew I was prepping to fuck his best friend, he will kill me.

I looked up at Zavian, calling for help.

I'm falling here.

He was strict. Should I say stricter than my dad, just a big puzzle to see my body is his weakness.

He responded to my call, sliding towards me.

His hand curved over my waist, slowly and loosely at first. But then in a swift style, pressed me tight against his side.

"We are doing fine," he paused. "She's certainly getting more familiar with her new environment."

He gave me a pointed stare, his pupils dilated.

He doesn't mean that.

He means I'm here to get familiar with him and his body. His lips, hands and cock.

These three who would skyrocket me to bliss with their seductive touches.

"College will start in the next month, can you take her on a tour to the summer classes?"

"Ahh–" I gasped.

Oh goddess. Save me!

"That's her, right?" Dad asked.

"Yes." Zavian replied.

My voice was gone, my heart almost bursting. I feared I'd barely be able to speak.

"Can you give her the phone?" He asked.

Alpha Zavian lowered to my sides, whispering. "I'll let you have me if only you speak well before your dad."

My eyes grew wide and wider. Widest. Time stopped.

For real?

My eyes asked.

He cocked his head. A slow nod followed, his eyes brightened. A witty smile curled out.

Trust me!

I got the phone. The stiffness faded, the shyness vanished. My body burnt with energetic heat.

If this is the case, I never felt nervous.

"Dad?" I rang out in an excited tone. "Good morning, dad."

"Yes darl. How are you doing? I want to hear it from your mouth."

"Splendid. I'm doing splendidly. I love my new environment so much. The estate is a fresh start for my college–"

"Why so excited?"

The rising thrill dropped.

Zavian's eyes locked. His deep eyes, his strict look returned. A warning glare.

You've got to behave yourself.

I heard it.

I cleared my throat. "I just find the environment too bright and soothing and Alpha Zavian is the best guardian to me. He even cooked for me."

"Shouldn't you be the one cooking for him?"

The arousal spiked.

"I–I just–"

Zavian snatched the phone from me even before I got to process it. "She doesn't need to cook for me, I can cook for my daughter."

My pussy clenched.

"What the fuck did you say?" I shot the question.

A tiny smirk touched Zavian's mouth.

"What about when she finds her mate?" Dad asked.

Silence took away. Zavian's face twitched into a frown, he then looked away swiftly.

This worried him.

I looked away to hide the blush with the redness of my cheeks. I wasn't worried. He's mine. I'll make him mine. I'll buy him with my body.

It was amusing seeing him jealous of the imaginary mate my dad talked of.

"This doesn't matter," he muttered, lip tight.

For a few seconds, nothing was said. I was left hanging in the air.

"It's okay if you say so after all she already knows how to cook. But you can teach her American dishes."

"You can take her on a lot of lessons."

"Driving."

"Defense."

"Moral?"

I marked it wrong in my heart.

Dad just doesn't know how wrong he is.

Zavian is meant to teach me immoral lessons. That's what I want.

My second protest.

My mind suddenly returned back to his previous statement.

"Dad," I cut him off, going closer to Zavian, my body pressed against his under the pretense of wanting to speak on the phone.

"Yes?"

"Dad, you said I'm gonna attend Summer classes? But it's not compulsory?"

"I don't want to go dad," I grumbled, stamping my foot on the ground.

Zavian gazed, partially amused and on the other, concerned.

"You've got to take your studies seriously."

"Yes, exactly. You can't be idle." Dad took over.

"But I have Alpha Zavian, I have my second daddy."

The words spilled out of my mouth without realizing.

"And Zavian doesn't stay at home all through, he goes to the office. He has his office at the estate and also outside. He's busy during the day."

A flicker of shock graced my eyes.

I didn't know that. I thought as the Alpha, he ran all of the pack's affairs from home, only stepping out when there's outdoor obligation.

"I'm quite sure you don't wanna stay at home doing nothing," dad hissed.

"You hate to be lonely, don't you?" He taunted me into persuasion.

While a kid and a teen, I always loved the constant presence of the one that meant much to me, my dad. My mom left me as a child to be with another man, her fated mate as she claimed. I cried my eyes to sleep, evolving into a depressed girl.

That was when dad quitted his outdoor job to come stay at home with me. Seeing my miserable condition, the Alpha of our pack granted him a work-from-home permit.

Alpha Zavian would often come to spend a week or two at intervals while dad was forced to be away in the midst of his being the Alpha's PA.

That's when I grew up to be addicted to having a loved one always present but now I know as an adult, I've got to let others live their lives without tying them down.

But I just can't let go of Zavian. I've let go of my dad. I believe I'll be able to spend the next few years without him constantly present.

But as for Zavian.

I would say–

That's a big NO.