One Night With My Alpha Daddy

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feel a little guilty that I don’t know where it is. I hope it’s

ear turn toward a much more pressing issue, the Alpha King. I bite my nails and

rewolves. I hear how he has mercilessly slaughtered a lot of bodies and c

Will he keep me grounded? Will he stop me from s

long the road to the palace. The driver looks at me through the rear-view mirror every now and again,

ot going to let the Alpha King or any

tly as if I have been out having lunch with a friend, not sn

e designs and patterns of the gate a majestic masterp

him as I

smile of yours as a greeting because there’s nothing

at him. "Thanks for the heads up, unc

out for me. He knows the Alpha King well enough and what sort of mood he is in. The b

l like I am the intruder even though this has been my home for the last two years. Deep within, I f

as I enter the living room, giving me the

stature and demeanour and as I feel the intensity of his focus on me. I find his deep authoritative voice, gruff mannerisms and how

older than before he left and despite being twenty years older than me. He looks boyish and

nd with little patience, that m

ve you be

ht. I did the right thing by letting him kn

ho is

end," I tell him.

adually lost my patience with his interrogations. I don’t like being

said." I try to

scrunch into a display of disgust, as if I am typical of so many other young women who jump at the opportunity to sleep arou

myself again when his eyes drop to

so little?” He poin

nd I don’t need anyone else to approve of it.” I control my voice,

k? If he wants to kick me out, he can just tell me direc

est friend has obviously be

gaze with my own lifted, haughty chin. He shouldn’t have said about my friend Anna

s linger on my svelte waist and my short midriff top. I can tell he sees I am pretty now; I am not like I was two years ago. So is that why he

tay here after ten so I know where you are.” His eyes a

were away and nothing has happened

me, you will answer me. You say that you can take care of yourself, so why did y

no social life at all!” I squeeze my fists by my sides tightly in anger. Okay, now I’m sur

nterrogative tone, as i

bear it anym

I’m sure.” He loo

all. I am nineteen ye

here for a moment fuming. I am about to speak my mind and argu

s right ankle over his left knee in self-satisfaction, like he has given me a hard p

report is the last thin

k I can do it

t do

stupid. I mean, I'll jus

u've got a big mouth. Just

defy him outrightly like that. I’d hate to see what happens when he goes into complete rage. Still, I think I

of his thick neck and shoulders, hardened and strengthened from years of fighting. I think of what his bo

on his neck that looks like a raspberry. It looks like someon

erything I had been p

and ask him,”