Ravish Me Daddy Alpha on Christmas

I had missed Christmas, Valentine, Easter was right around the corner, and today was the eve of my Marriage anniversary, so I hoped my months of spreading my legs to the sun for proper nourishment of my body’s vitamin D would be a better gift and possibly get him to lay with me. I pushed the bedroom door open, a tray of hot cocoa in my hands—a small peace offering and conversation starter. I did not know when the tray fell off my hands. Ceramic shattered, brown liquid splattered against the cream rug, while I struggled to take in the view. There he was, Terry. My husband. My Alpha. And between his legs was Dena, my best friend, aggressively f*****g and choking him. "Terry?" I tried to call out but it felt like a piece of glass stuck in my throat. Dena scrambled to pull the duvet over her breasts, but Terry just sat back against the headboard, his bare chest glistening under the chandelier. He looked at me like I was ruining his moment, rolling his eyes. "Explain," I choked out, my eyes darting to Dena. "So, it’s been you? To think I cried to every night about my failing marriage? It was you the whole time?" "Velma, sweetie, I can explain…" Dena started, her voice high and fluttering, but I wasn’t stupid, I knew she was faking that momentary panic. "Don't bother, Dena," Terry interrupted, nonchalantly. "She has eyes. She’s not that stupid, even if she acts like it sometimes." I felt the heat rise from my chest to my face, a searing brand of humiliation engulfed me as my eyes turned bloodshot. "How could you? You haven’t looked at me in Years. You tell me you’re ‘busy with pack business,’ and the business is my best friend in our bedsheets on the eve of our marriage anniversary?" Terry sighed. "I’m sorry it didn’t work out, Velma. But let’s be real—this was a corpse of a marriage long before tonight." "A corpse?" I screamed. I lunged for the vanity, grabbing a crystal perfume bottle and hurling it at him. It missed his head by an inch, shattering against the wall. "You’re a bastard! And you—" I turned on Dena, who was now standing up, shamelessly wrapping Terry’s discarded dress shirt around her thin frame. "You’re nothing but a bottom-feeding, gutter-crawling slut!" Dena’s fake damsel disposition vanished almost instantly. Her eyes narrowed, flashing with a malice I’d never seen. "Yeah, I’m sleeping with him," she spat, stepping over the broken glass toward me. "And so what? Terry wanted a proper woman, not a fragile, needy little doll who begs for scraps of affection. I give him everything you’re too pathetic to offer. Clearly, I have everything you couldn’t keep." "You backstabbing b***h," I gasped. "I confided in you! I told you my deepest fears, and you were just..." "Dumb head, of course, I was waiting," Dena laughed, a jagged, ugly throaty laughter. "I met Terry first, years ago. I was the one who should have been Luna. You just charmed your way in with that 'innocent' act and stole what was mine. I’m not the villain here, Velma. I’m the rightful owner taking back my property." I turned to Terry, desperate for some shred of the man I thought I married. "Terry, tell me she’s lying. Tell me I wasn't just a placeholder." Terry finally looked at me, but there was no love in those eyes—all I saw was disgust. "The only reason I married you was because my mother wouldn't stop barking about me getting married and giving her an heir, sadly she is no more, so I am not obligated to breed you or have children I would not love with you. You were there, you were desperate to get hitched, and honestly, you liked me a little too much. It made you easy to manipulate." Each word was a stone hitting my chest. "I tried to get rid of you," Terry continued, leaning back with a cruel smirk. "I ignored you, I stayed out late, I even beat you to a pulp sometimes. But like a stubborn stain on a water system, you just wouldn't flush. You just kept clinging, hoping for a miracle. Well, here’s your miracle, Velma. You’re free." "You're both monsters," I whispered, the room spinning. "And you're a footnote, get out," Dena added, tossing her hair. "Now run along. You’re ruining the vibe, and Terry was just getting started." “I will have my revenge! I promise! I will make you all pay!” I yelled, I did not know how, but I was certainly going to get back at them for this betrayal. I didn't wait for another insult. I turned and bolted. I ran past the portraits of Alpha ancestors who seemed to sneer at my failure. I burst through the front doors and into the mild air outside. The wind whipped my hair into my stinging eyes, but I didn't stop until I hit a wall of solid, warm muscle at the edge of the parking lot. I gasped, looking up, ready to fight off the intruder. But it wasn't one. It was Alpha Norman Petrez. Dena’s biological father. "Careful, little bird," he rumbled, his voice a deep, vibrating bass that sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "Alpha Norman," I breathed, collapsing into his arms. His grip was strong and possessive to steady me. I know I should be hating him by virtue of association with that conniving snake, for months I had hated and avoided him for taking my virginity on Christmas last year. I felt so guilty for cheating on my husband and also betraying my best friend by sleeping with him. He claimed I was a willing participant but I don’t remember willingly offering myself to him. I had too much to drink that night, but all that didn’t matter as his presence, surprisingly, provided a bit of comfort. "I’m sorry you had to find out this way, Velma," he murmured. His thumb traced the line of my jaw, his touch searing hot against my skin. "I’ve been waiting for you to see him for what he really is." “Wait what? You knew about all of this?” I asked, as shock enveloped me. The betrayal back in that bedroom had burned the old Velma to ash. But I wouldn’t know how to react if Norman knew about all of this and did not tell me. “Whip off that look on your face and stop acting like you haven’t been avoiding me, how was I going to tell you when you wont even see me since our last night together” I looked into Norman’s dark eyes and saw a different kind of fire. “It was a mistake” I moaned, whisperingly. “Yes the first night was, even though I don’t agree it was a mistake. But the several nights that followed were not mistakes, you love how I f****d you and made you feel. Something your pathetic husband never got to do.” He growled into my face, I could feel his breath at the nape of my neck. “That’s not….tr…tr” I tried to protest but he choked me with his hands. “You liked how I did this to you, f*****g you hard, with no air to stabilize the havoc I was wrecking inside you” he pulled back his face, settlings his eyes over me. “We’re in public” I said softly. I felt my v****a throb, I became aware of his scent, The goddess must be punishing me because I wanted to be angry at this man, I wanted to scream and curse him out, but the way he stared at me with all that fire in his eyes, as he muttered all those truths, silenced every ounce of resistance inside me, and replaced it with a yearning I could not fathom. Instantly, I knew I was going to be consumed by his passionate flame, I wanted it and I did not f*****g care. “I don’t care” he became agitated, it was almost as though my remark made him want to f**k me right here in the parking lot. I liked that he did not care too. But not in the open please. "Take me," I whispered, fisting my hands into his coat, stabling him. "Take me and have me. I don’t want to be 'good' anymore. I’m yours Daddy Alpha. Do whatever you want with me." A smile spread across his face. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, his scent of cedar and dark musk overwhelming my senses. "Good girl," he growled. "Let's get you a new home."