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"Ahhhhhhhh…"
My body jolted, and something poured out of my, streaming down my legs and soaking the bed. I felt my forehead and beads of sweat got stuck to my hand.
Mated to my stepfather, I could only imagine how amazing it would be for him to touch me, to caress me and kiss every inch of my skin.
My breathing slowed down, but my body jerked at irregular intervals as I still savoured the feeling of my 0rg@sm.
"Would you do this for me again?"
I froze at the familiar voice, and when I raised my head and looked at the door. My body stiffened.
My stepfather, Alpha André stood at my door. His hands were folded across his chest, and he had a smirk on his face.
What the hell?
***
Chapter 1
Olivia's POV
I sat in my living room, rocking back and forth on my father's old chair. I could still smell his scent on the old leather, bringing tears to my eyes.
In my arms, I cradled the porcelain jar that held my dad’s ashes.
It still felt like a dream. I pinched myself multiple times to wake myself up from this nightmare, but I only ended up with bruises on my arms each time my fingernails sank into my skin, drawing blood.
This was no dream. Dad was dead.
It was almost unbelievable, but it was true.
I glanced over at the table, and on it was the letter the Luna of my pack had delivered to me during Dad's funeral. I picked it up and read through it for the tenth time.
Regardless of how many times I read it, I still couldn't believe she was coming here after everything that she did, after all this time.
That was impossible.
Yet, my suitcase was packed beside me because Luna Mia had also been quite clear on her stance. Since Dad was gone, I had to leave. I was leaving my pack, the only home I had known all my life, to stay with…
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I was jerked from my brooding. I carefully placed the jar on the table and walked to the door.
The impatient knocking came again, and the air was suddenly filled with the scent of expensive, intrusive perfume, which almost blurred Dad's scent, that was still lingering in the room.
I walked to the door, flung it open, and saw her.
My mother.
She was nothing like I remembered from her lips, which were a bright red, and the flashy large hoop earrings that were dangling on both ears.
She cleared her throat, interrupting my assessment, "God! You look like a mess, Olivia.” Her eyes swept over me in one fair swoop of disgust.
"You should brush your hair. It looks like a bird's nest."
Her voice was high and full of mockery. This was exactly like I remembered. Only that, Dad used to be at the receiving end of that mockery.
Now, it was me.
"What are you doing here, Nicole?”
She gasped and looked at me angrily, and I took joy in seeing the displeasure on her face as her lips turned down angrily at the sides.
"Where are your manners, young lady? Need I remind you that I am still your mother.”
I scoffed. A person like her could call herself a mother?
Without waiting for my reply, Nicole pushed past me and entered the house. I closed the door and watched her in anger as she looked around.
"Still looks the same. Your father never changed those filthy sofas after all."
She turned to me again.
"You got my letter, didn't you?"
I folded my arms and stared angrily at her.
"Yeah, I did. Tell me this is some joke."
My mother laughed sarcastically and suddenly glared at me angrily, “Look, Liv..."
"Don't call me Liv.” That was something that only my loved ones could call me.
She was not on that list. Although there was no list anymore as there had been only one person—Dad. And he was not even here anymore.
Another wave of heartache hit me while Nicole rolled her eyes and ignored my comment.
"Look, I don't have much time. Get your stuff and get into the car, and if I feel like it, I can explain things to you."
She gave the house one last disgusted look over and walked out. I sighed angrily and sat in my dad's chair. What was all this? Why did she have to come?
When I had gotten the letter from the pack’s Luna, a part of me had desperately hoped that it was some prank and that she wouldn’t make it. After all, I had spent thirteen years waiting for her to walk through these same doors.
Yet, she had ended up coming.
I heard a low rumbling sound, and I looked out of the window; I saw a black BMW. I raised my eyebrow in surprise. That was my mother's ride? Where on earth did she...
The car outside honked its horn, and I knew my time here was up.
Still holding the jar with my dad's ashes, I dragged my suitcase out of the door.
My mum finally stopped honking as I walked up to the car with my suitcase.
"I don't even know why you even bother carrying those ashes. Your hands are all dirty. Could you not get them on my seats? They're Italian leather."
I scoffed angrily. How dare she?
"You're unbelievable! How could you say that about Dad?!"
She rolled her eyes and gave me a pointed stare. "Do you even know how much Italian leather costs?"
I was dumbfounded, but she couldn't care less.
"For the record," I said in a grim tone. "I am only tagging along because Dad would have wanted me to. I'd rather be dead with him than go anywhere with you."
“That would have been better, Liv,” she mumbled and turned away.
If I had expected that anything would be different after thirteen years and a new ride, I was awfully wrong, and Nicole was in a hurry to let me know.
“Driver, step on it. I have things to do."
The driver started the car, and then we sped away, leaving my old life, house and everything I have ever known behind.

"How long is this ride?" I asked, turning back to the window. It felt like we had been driving for hours.
The scenery was lovely. There were lots of flowers and beautiful trees, and the grass was lush green. Soon, we pulled up in front of a large mansion, and its grandeur took my breath away.
"I forgot to mention that your stepfather is the Alpha of this pack. He owns this place," my mom said, brimming with pride, and I resisted an eye roll.
Before I could say anything else, the driver opened the door, and she stepped out. However, I remained in the car, boiling with anger as my shock vanished into thin air.
This explained everything.
She was such a gold-digger! She had abandoned Dad and me all these years to marry some old, rich Alpha.
My stomach churned in disgust at my mother. Suddenly, the door opened, and the driver stood beside it.
"Miss Olivia, do you need help with your bags?"
"No," I said, coarsely. "I can sort myself out."
I got out of the car, hoisted my suitcase out, and kept my dad's ash jar firmly tucked under my arm. I walked to the front door and saw my mother waiting for me.
"I see you finally got out. I was starting to think that the magnificence of this place had rendered your little legs paralysed."
Her voice was haughty and arrogant, and I felt my cheeks burn hot with fury.
We walked inside and were face to face with a giant golden staircase. I was taken aback.
This house was huge! Maids walked by my mother and me, greeting her as ‘Luna', and each time I heard it, I felt my insides boil hotter, and sadness washed over me.
I couldn't believe she had been here all this time, basking in all this wealth while we struggled daily to get by.
The sound of hurried steps echoed, and Mom turned to me and whispered harshly.
"Get out of here. The maids will show you to your room."
I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms defiantly.
"No."
"I'm warning you, Olivia. And keep your voice down."
I scoffed.
"Last I checked, this house belongs to your boo thing, not you. I need him to say it if he doesn't want me here. And I hope he says it so I can get out of here."
Every nerve in my body tingled with electricity as the steps got closer. What was happening to me? With my heart thumping against my chest, I turned to look at the staircase.
Every thought cleared from my head as I looked at him. My heart skipped a beat, and every step he took towards us made me feel like I could not breathe or look away from the perfection that he was.
Built like some Greek god, the man walking down the staircase looked like he had walked out of some human magazine cover, and I felt myself melt under his dominance as soon as he was in front of me.
His aura made my body shiver with pleasure, admiration and awe.
“MATE”, my wolf growled.
"Alpha André, good afternoon.” My mom spoke up, and it was only then that I noticed that every other head was bowed except mine.
Wait, Alpha? My eyes widened as I did the maths. This was her new husband?
He was the last thing from an old, rich Alpha, and I was struggling to pull my eyes away from him.
How on earth did he end up with someone like Nicole?
Ignoring Nicole, his eyes fell on me, "who is this?”
Chapter 2
Olivia's POV
“Who is this?”
His deep, sonorous voice resonated throughout the room, and my body tingled to the sound. I felt his green eyes wash over me in one swoop, and I instantly felt giddy while butterflies began to flap in my stomach.
Without trying to be discreet, I checked him out properly. His hair was dark, and his muscular torso strained against his tight shirt, outlining his abs and pecs.
I felt myself drooling with desire. I couldn't explain what I felt, but a part of me was yearning for him.
His face was dashingly handsome, and my eyes trailed down to his sharp and chiselled jaw. I gawked at his soft lips and began to imagine how it would feel to kiss them…
Shocked at my thoughts, I shook my head to push those unholy thoughts away.
But the moment my eyes met his one more time, I was stuck.
There was no way that he was my stepdad.
Alpha André raised his eyebrow; he looked pretty intrigued, and I felt the lump in my throat disappear.
"My name is Olivia. I'm Nicole's d…"
"Sister!" said my mom, cutting in nervously. "She is my sister from a distant pack."
I stared at Nicole, stunned. She didn't want him to know that I was her daughter.
"Screw you!" I yelled angrily at her, and she gave me a death stare. I ignored it and turned to André. I was almost caught off guard by his sparkling green eyes.
"I'm Nicole's daughter. It seems she left that part out of her resumé when she applied to be your wife."
From the corner of my eyes, I could see Mom getting red in the face, and her anger was burning hot, but I didn't care. I was determined to push her buttons.
"Nicole didn't tell me about you. Either way, it is nice to meet you."
I felt some confidence stir up in me. I just felt this connection, and it felt like I could say anything to him.
"Are you sure having a wife you know nothing about is smart? She could kill you in your sleep, you know."
I watched as his smooth lips curled into a smirk, making him more dashing. God, he was so s*xy! How on earth did Mum bag him?
I watched him as he turned his head to one of the maids who stood nearby, supposedly waiting for his next order.
"You. Prepare a room for her on the third floor. Make sure it is comfortable."
He turned back towards the stairs, and Mum and I followed him behind.
"So tell me about yourself, Olivia. You have a beautiful name, I must say."
I felt my cheeks get hot. I felt the butterflies in my stomach flutter madly.
"Well, there wouldn't be much to say if only Nicole had told you about me sooner. I'm done with high school and taking a break year before I start college and…"
There was not much about me, and my introduction ended after a few sentences.
However, I was trapped by his captivating green eyes.
More than once, his arm brushed mine, and I felt heated passion fill me up, just waiting to burst out. When I looked him in the face, I caught his eyes looking at my lips before looking back at me.
This was torturous.
And he was my stepfather!
We finally reached the third floor, and Mum rushed to him, pushing me aside rudely.
“Alpha, I don’t think Olivia should stay on the first floor. She has night terrors at times and might wake you if she stays on the same floor as you."
I was stunned. What was Mum getting at?! What night terrors?
On the bright side, André ignored her and disappeared into a room on the third floor.
Mom turned and stared at me angrily.
“Do I need to remind you that you are here as a guest? You should know your place. I am still your mother whether you like it or not."
I glared back at her with the same intensity, "Back off! I'm not the one who asked to be dragged here. That was all on you. You planned this with Dad.”
I took a deep breath, my anger coursing through every vein, “Also, I think you are the one who should know their place. You. Are. Not. My. Mum."
I watched as her face changed into different shades of white. She gave me one furious glare and then headed down to the second floor.
After a while, one of the maids walked up to me.
"Miss Olivia, please follow me to your room. It is ready for you,” she said with a small bow and led the way.
I followed behind her and dragged my suitcase along with me. I still had my dad's ash jar firmly tucked under my arm, and I wondered if he was watching all of this. Soon, we stopped at a time just a few doors away from the room Alpha André had disappeared into.
"Your room, Miss Olivia. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Please be ready. Here is the key. Do make yourself comfortable."
The maid handed me the key and headed downstairs. I was left alone in the lobby. I took a deep breath and stared at the key in my hand. I was here; there was no turning back now. I slotted it into the keyhole and turned it, and with a click, it opened.
Nothing could have prepared me for the sight I saw. My room was huge! There was enough space in here to throw a party.
The walls were a beautiful pale pink, and a chandelier hung on the ceiling, elegantly flooding the room with light. The reading table was made out of smooth wood, and a laptop and detached keyboard were on it.
I dropped my suitcase and walked over to the bed. The sheets were made of rich, smooth and soft silk, and the mattress was so comfy that it felt like I was sleeping on a cottony heap of clouds.
“Okay. I could get used to this.”
I got off the bed, took off my clothes and wrapped a towel around my body. I needed to have a quick shower before dinner. I smelled all sweaty.
After the shower, I changed into something nicer and did my hair. The shower gel was expensive and exotic, and I smelled like wild peaches.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Miss Olivia, are you ready for dinner? The Alpha has requested that you eat with him."
I was about to say something, but my stomach rumbled, cutting me off.
"I will be down in a few minutes."
The maid nodded and walked away, and in a few minutes, I was out of my room, heading downstairs.
"Miss Olivia, where are you going?"
I turned around and saw the maid who had called me for dinner.
"I'm sorry. I'm looking for the dining room."
The maid shook her head and smiled politely.
"I'm sorry. I must have missed something while I was giving you the message. Dinner will be in the Alpha's personal room on the third floor."
I stared at the maid with wide-open eyes.
"What..?!"
Chapter 3
André’s POV
I smelled her even before the door opened, and my hands clenched around the chair’s handle as Olivia entered my private quarters.
Her body was tense, and she looked around curiously before her gaze settled on me. As though unnerved, she looked away immediately.
How did the moon goddess create such perfection? To reward my waiting?
I had spent more than twenty years waiting for my fated mate. For the one, the one that was made for me. Yet, there had been nothing.
Eventually, I had settled for an arrangement for the pack's sake.
But she was here now. And she was the best f**king thing I have laid my eyes on.
“Where’s Nicole?” She squeaked, her voice barely audible. I would have missed it if all of my senses weren’t focused on her.
I wanted to know everything. I needed to take in her smile, her beautiful blue eyes that shone like the sea.
f**k, I could already imagine running my hands through those large blond curls that fell over her shoulders.
It took me some seconds to realise I hadn’t answered her. Nicole.
It had been relatively easy to tell that they didn’t have the best relationship. Just now, when her mother had been there, she had been fierce and stubborn, like a fiery temptress.
My temptress.
“Nicole won’t be joining us,” I replied and saw her wring her fingers together.
Could she not feel it?
Dinner went by slowly, and every now and then, Olivia would look up at me, her blue eyes probing and curious.
I was dying to know her, too. But from what Nicole’s driver had reported, she had just lost her father. A part of me was tempted to stand up and close the distance between us.
To wrap her in my arms and let her know she had me now. Nothing was going to hurt her. But I didn’t want to scare her away. She was too important to me.
I took a deep breath, calming my wolf that was pushing to claim his mate and my c0ck that was starting to react just from the thought of having Olivia in my arms. ‘Damn man, when did I get laid last?’
I wasn’t attracted to Nicole, but as my Luna, she had the most important thing I needed; she could handle matters very cleanly and made running the pack's internal affairs seem easy. Also, because of how hard she worked, it also meant that I had to give her a certain level of face here in my pack.
Meetings outside the pack and checking over my company in the human world were among the few times that gave me a chance to get laid. I hadn’t been to one in two months.
That had to be why.
“I’m done,” Olivia said, her voice breaking through my thoughts and my spine straightened.
I frowned as I looked at her plate and the dishes in front of her; although I had spaced out just now, it was not enough time for her to have eaten enough food.
“Are you uncomfortable?” I asked, and she looked down, biting her lips.
Damn.
The very action sent some command to my c0ck, and I could feel it stirring in my pants.
“There’s nothing to be worried about; I won’t bite.” That was a lie. I had every intention to bite. Especially with the way she was biting down on her lower lip.
“If you don’t like these, you can have dessert,” I snapped my hands, and one of the kitchen staff walked out with a tray in his arm.
I didn’t like sweets, but I had instructed them to make them for her. I almost gave myself a back pat when her eyes brightened at the popsicles before her.
When she picked one up, I realised just how large it was. Her small, pouty mouth was way too small for that.
Entranced, I watched as my little mate placed the giant popsicle in her mouth, and as I had guessed, she could only lick from a small corner.
A m0@n fell from her mouth as she tasted it, and every nerve in my body tightened. If she continued at this rate, I wasn’t sure I could hold back from bending her over this table and claiming her as mine.
“Can your mouth take all of it in?” I asked, and Olivia’s face flushed red, and she burst into a coughing fit.
I shot up and rushed to her side without thinking. A move that I regretted because one whiff of her sweet floral scent was more than enough to bring me to my knees.
My c0ck was hard, and my balls were heavy from being around and watching her. I moved behind the chair. I couldn’t let her see just how hard I was for her.
For my ‘stepdaughter’
Olivia stood up, and my eyes followed her every move. Was she feeling the mate pull the way I was?
I could never know if she did because right before I could say a word, Olivia dashed off.
My dining room, the same place I had dined in for more than twenty years now, felt too big for my liking. Too empty. Did this affect my little mate?
“Alpha, we caught a maid about to report to Miss Nicole about the dinner,” one of my assistants stepped into the dining room and reported.
“Remove all the unnecessary help on this floor.”
Nicole was nosy, and I wasn’t ignorant of the fact that she had spent the last year trying to win over my staff. Unfortunately, her position was about to be vacant. My mate was here.
Irritation bubbled in my throat as I remembered their relationship. That was one hell of a trick from the moon goddess. However, that didn’t matter. Nothing could keep me from my Olivia.
“Olivia,” I called out, testing her name, and when I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I stood up, striding out of the dining room.
I didn’t want her to be away from me.
She had barely eaten anything, but judging by how petite she was, I suspected that food was not on her list of favourite things.
Chapter 4
Olivia's POV
I ate in silence and stole glances at him. Sometimes, our eyes would meet and lock, and I'd turn away silently, though not without getting a lovely glance at his lips. I wanted to kiss them so badly.
The way his lips moved as he chewed filled me with thoughts. I could only imagine how it would feel to have those lips kiss me and travel down, down… down.
f**k!
I took one hand off the table and placed it on my lap, gripping my dress tightly. I squeezed my legs and felt something wet on my thigh.
"Keep it together, Olivia."
I stopped eating for a brief moment, and I caught him licking the back of his spoon. I gasped as the sensations between my legs spiked. What was he doing to me?
"I'm done."
I put my spoon down and turned my head away, trying to hide my blush. The food was delicious but I couldn't eat anymore, not like this. I could feel my juices dripping down my legs. I had to excuse myself from the table.
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked, slowly putting down his spoon and gazing at me with those grey eyes.
I shook my head. I couldn't dare open my mouth. m0@ns had replaced all words. I couldn't let them escape.
“There’s nothing to be worried about; I won’t bite.”
I wanted him to bite me, a love bite. I wanted to see red marks on my skin caused by his lips svcking every inch of me.
Dessert soon came as he snapped his fingers, and the air was filled with a sweet, fruity scent. My eyes lit up. Popsicles!
The waiter dropped the tray with them on the table and walked away. I helped myself to one. It was huge! My eyes washed over it slowly. I love sweets, but I wanted something sweeter.
I tried to svck it all at once, but it was way too big for my mouth. I started from the corner and made my way down his big c0ck.
f**k! Did I say 'c0ck'?
It was too late. The image was already etched in my mind. svcking his c0ck slowly, feeling the sensations run down his spine as my tongue played with him. I began to m0@n softly as I svcked on the popsicle; my eyes closed with content.
“Can your mouth take all of it in?” André asked.
I looked up and found his eyes watching me keenly. Oh no! What if he knew I was thinking about…
"Cough! Cough! I have to… cough!… go."
I rushed out of his room and ran to mine. I bolted the door and walked to my bed. What had happened?
I lay down and tried to calm myself down.
"Deep breaths, Liv, deep breaths."
I slipped my hand under my dress and felt my underwear. I was soaked through. I sighed. I needed to have a shower.
I moved my hand slightly and grazed the tip of my bud. A m0@n escaped my lips, and I was immediately silent. The best idea was to take my hand out, shower and forget this whole debacle.
I moved my hand, but I grazed my bud again. Another sigh escaped my lips.
f**k it!
I moved my fingers, lightly caressing my swollen bud. The sensations made me shiver. I wished these were André's fingers. My m0@ns grew louder.
I could only imagine how amazing it would be for him to touch me, to caress me and kiss every inch of my skin. My hands undid my front zip and dove into my bosom. My nips were so hard. I wanted him to svck them.
My fingers moved faster and suddenly plunged inside me.
"Ahhh…André…!"
His c0ck filled me up. I felt its girth as it touched the walls of my pu$$y. It was huge. He pulled out after a while and moved his lips closer to my face; his husky, deep voice filled my ears.
"Are you sure you can take all of me?"
I didn't even need to reply, and he penetrated me again. My body tensed up and gripped his hard c0ck tight. His thrvsts were slow and shallow.
"Yes. Yes, please don't stop."
He plunged deeper, and I grabbed the sheets. I was dazed yet still greedy. I wanted more.
"Ahhhh…André. I need more André. Please give me more."
His tempo increased, and so did my m0@ns. His name was on my breath, his scent in my nostrils, his lips on my skin and his hands in my hair. My body squirmed desperately, and I felt myself tighten.
I heard his voice in my ears. "Are you going to come for me?"
"Yes, André. Please don't stop."
The tempo picked up, and I m0@ned louder and harder. My face was flushed. My pu$$y was soaked, and I could hear sputtering sounds as he continued to f**k me deep. My legs trembled, and my voice could barely be heard.
I gripped the sheets harder, pulling out from the side that they were tucked in neatly. My breathing became wheezy as the sensations shot up. His díck went harder and deeper inside me, filling me up perfectly. My legs felt numb. Any more, and I would…
"Ahhhhhhhh…"
My body jolted, and my juices poured out of my, streaming down my legs and soaking the bed. I felt my forehead and beads of sweat got stuck to my hand.
My breathing slowed down, but my body jerked at irregular intervals as I still savoured the feeling of my 0rg@sm.
"Would you cvm for me like that again?"
I froze at the familiar voice, and when I raised my head and looked at the door. My body stiffened.
Alpha André stood at my door. His hands were folded across his chest, and he had a smirk on his face. My eyes travelled down, and I saw the obvious bulge in his trousers.
What the hell?

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