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Molly’s POV
Alpha Gerald was supposed to be in my mother’s bed chamber tonight since he had just married her, to be his Luna. But instead, he was here, in my room, with me, his brand-new stepdaughter. The air between us was thick and electric, heavy with months of stolen glances and unknown hunger for each other. My heart slammed against my ribs as I straddled his lap, feeling the massive, rock-hard bulge of his cock pressing insistently against my core through the thin fabric of my pants. “Daddy… please,” I whimpered, squirming helplessly on top of him. Heat pooled low in my belly even as guilt clawed at my chest. “We shouldn’t be doing this…” His strong hands gripped my hips possessively, holding me right where he wanted me as he rolled his hips upward, grinding that thick length against my aching pussy. “Shh, Molly,” he murmured, his deep, gravelly voice sending delicious shivers down my spine. “This is exactly where I’m supposed to be. You know it. I know it. No one’s going to catch us tonight. It’s just you and me.” I bit my lip hard, but a needy moan still slipped out. My panties were already drenched, my inner walls clenching desperately around nothing. I knew it was wrong, what we were about to do. He was my mother’s husband now—but god, I had never wanted anyone this badly in my life. Gerald’s large hands slid down to cup the full, round globes of my ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh with rough hunger. “Fuck, Molly… you have the most perfect little ass,” he groaned, digging his fingers in possessively. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on this since the moment I laid eyes on you.” I could only whimper in response, letting my head fall back against his broad shoulder as he groped me. Fresh wetness slicked my thighs; my pussy throbbed with raw need. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, tracing teasing paths over my smooth stomach before sliding higher to palm the heavy weight of my breasts. “And these fucking tits…” he growled, voice rough with lust. “I’ve jerked off thinking about them every single night since I saw you in that tight little dress at the pack hall.” He pinched my nipples through the lace of my bra, rolling the stiff peaks until I was panting and grinding shamelessly against him. “Please, Daddy…” I gasped, arching my back to push my breasts deeper into his rough palms. “Don’t you want to see them? Touch them properly… with nothing in the way?” A low, dangerous growl rumbled in his chest. In one swift motion, he unhooked the front clasp of my bra. The lace fell away, exposing my full, creamy breasts to his burning gaze. He palmed them greedily, squeezing the soft flesh before leaning down to capture one rosy nipple in his hot mouth. I cried out sharply, fingers tangling desperately in his hair as he sucked hard, his tongue flicking and swirling over the sensitive bud before he bit down just enough to make me gasp. My pussy fluttered and clenched, flooding my panties with even more slick as he marked my tits as his.Gerald’s hands moved lower, popping the button on my pants and roughly shoving them down my thighs. I lifted my hips eagerly, letting him strip them off completely until I was bare from the waist down, my soaked panties clinging obscenely to my swollen folds. “Look at you, baby,” he purred darkly, one thick finger slipping under the drenched fabric to stroke along my slick, aching slit. “So fucking wet for your Daddy already… Why keep pretending you don’t want this?” I could only moan helplessly, spreading my thighs wider in shameless invitation as he teased my entrance. I needed him inside me so badly I was shaking. He glanced up at my flushed face, eyes dark with hunger, then crashed his mouth against mine. His tongue plunged deep, claiming me in a fierce, possessive kiss. When he finally pulled back, his golden eyes narrowed with raw lust. Without another word, he shoved my panties aside and thrust two thick fingers knuckle-deep into my tight, dripping cunt. He pumped them hard and fast, curling them perfectly while his palm rubbed firm circles over my swollen clit. “Fuck, Molly… this little pussy is so goddamn tight,” he groaned, scissoring his fingers inside me. “I can’t wait to bury my cock in here and fill you up with every drop of my cum…” I sobbed with pleasure, hips bucking wildly as I fucked myself on his thick fingers. I was already teetering on the edge, body wound so tight I could barely breathe. Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and throbbing. Before I could protest, he gripped my hips and lifted me, positioning my dripping core right over the massive bulge straining against his pants. “Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, baby girl?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Ready to take every inch like a good little slut for me?” He shoved his pants down in one rough motion. His thick, veined cock sprang free—huge, rock-hard, and already leaking precum at the tip. My eyes widened at the sheer size of him, a thrill of fear and excitement shooting through me. “Daddy…” I whispered breathlessly, wrapping my small hand around his massive shaft. “You’re so big… I don’t know if I can take all of you…” “Shh, baby,” he rumbled, voice reassuring yet commanding. “You were made for this. You were made to take your Daddy’s cock. Just relax and let me in.” I took a shaky breath, spread my thighs wider, and guided the swollen, leaking head of his cock to my soaked entrance. I felt the broad tip press against my slick folds, and then, with slow, relentless pressure—A sharp knock-knock-knock shattered the silence like a gunshot. Gerald froze.Molly’s POVThe roar in my ears didn't subside; it transformed. It became a rhythmic, thrumming pulse that matched the frantic beating of my heart, a drumbeat of impending doom. The sunlight in the sunroom, once warm and inviting, now felt predatory, exposing every tremor in my hands and every flicker of panic in my eyes. Elara’s words hung in the air like a thick, suffocating fog. Pregnant. The word itself was a jagged thing, capable of cutting through the fabric of my reality and leaving me bleeding out in the wreckage of my own life."Molly? Molly, look at me!" Elara’s voice finally pierced through the static, her hand gripping mine with enough force to bruise. "Breathe. You have to breathe. We don't know anything for certain. It could be the stress, or the hormonal shifts from the early heat ""I need to go," I gasped, the air in the sunroom suddenly feeling too thin to sustain me. "I need... to be alone. Just for a moment.""Don't go far," she urged, her eyes searching mine wit
Molly’s POVThe parchment felt like a live coal in my hand, the heat of it seemingly transferring from the ink to my very skin. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” The words were a precipice, a ledge overlooking a canyon so deep and dark that looking into it felt like a form of madness. It wasn't just a question of courtship or of propriety; it was a question of existence. If I told him to stop, the tension would evaporate, the air would clear, and we would return to the comfortable, suffocating safety of our roles. Silas would be the stoic, reliable Alpha, and I would be the dutiful daughter of the Silver Moon. We would live in the silence of the known. But if I didn't tell him to stop... if I let the silence continue... the world as we knew it would burn.I didn't sleep. The moon, a pale and judging eye in the velvet sky, watched as the hours bled into one another. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the sharp, teal intensity of Silas’s gaze. Every time I drifted toward the precipice
Molly’s POVThe air between us was so thick it felt viscous, a heavy, pressurized atmosphere that made every breath a conscious effort. Gerald was mere inches away now. He didn't reach for me, but the proximity was more intimate than a touch. The Alpha in him, the part of him that had spent decades suppressing the primal urge to claim and protect, was vibrating just beneath the surface. His eyes were dark, swirling with a storm of regret and a sudden, terrifying recognition. In that moment, he wasn't just my father or the Elder; he was a man seeing the reflection of his own lost soul in the eyes of his daughter.He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me whole. The scent of him that deep, ancient cedar wrapped around my senses like a heavy cloak. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed down to the space between our lips, to the frantic drumming of my own pulse in my ears. There was a gravitational pull, an unspoken question hanging in the air: Are we truly as different as the roles we play?
Molly’s POVThe midnight air in the Silver Moon estate was not merely cool; it was heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and the lingering, ghostly traces of the day’s political tensions. The grand halls, usually filled with the bustling energy of servants and the rhythmic footsteps of guards, had fallen into a tomb like silence. The only sound was the rhythmic, low hum of the house itself the settling of ancient timber and the distant, mournful howl of a wolf on the perimeter.I stood in the kitchen, the heart of the home that felt increasingly like a hollow shell. The moonlight spilled through the tall, arched windows in long, silver ribbons, casting distorted shadows across the marble floor. I hadn't intended to be here, but the silence of my bedroom had become a predator, stalking me with thoughts of Cade’s predatory smile and Gerald’s cryptic warnings. I found myself staring at a carafe of water, my reflection in the dark liquid looking like a stranger a girl with eyes too w
Molly’s POVThe silence Silas left behind was not merely the absence of sound; it was a heavy, suffocating thing that seemed to press against my ribs, making every breath a chore. I stood on that balcony for what felt like hours, watching the moon traverse the sky, feeling the chill of the night seep through the silk of my gown and settle into my very bones. The world felt precarious, as if the entire Silver Moon Pack were a house of cards, and Cade had just breathed a single, devastating note of wind.When the first light of dawn began to bleed a bruised purple across the horizon, a servant found me. The message was brief, formal, and carried the weight of an ultimatum: The Elder requires your presence in his study. Immediately.My feet felt heavy as I navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the manor. Every portrait of my ancestors seemed to watch me with judging eyes, their painted gazes questioning my resolve. Was I a daughter of the Silver Moon, or was I a girl being led to the s
Molly’s POVThe world seemed to tilt on its axis. The cool night air, which had felt refreshing only moments ago, suddenly turned frigid, stinging my lungs as they struggled to draw a steady breath. The missing half.The words echoed in my mind, a rhythmic, haunting pulse. For years, the fragment of my father’s letter had been a jagged wound in my soul a piece of a puzzle that promised answers but only delivered heartache. It was a scrap of parchment that spoke of shadows, of a betrayal that had dismantled my family, yet it had ended so abruptly, leaving the most crucial revelation a mystery.“The missing half?” The words escaped my lips as a breathless, trembling whisper. My hands, still clasped in Silas’s, began to shake. “How? How could you have it? My father... he died in the chaos. Everything was lost. Everything was supposed to be lost.”Cade didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached into the inner pocket of his velvet doublet with a slow, deliberate grace that felt almost
Molly’s POVThe aftermath of the evening in the study had left me in a state of perpetual, quiet vertigo. For days, the world felt slightly out of focus, as if a thin veil of silk had been draped over my eyes. My skin still felt sensitized, humming with the phantom memory of Gerald’s touch, and th
Molly’s POVThe days that followed the dinner with Gerald were a blur of sensory overload and mounting internal chaos. It wasn't just the secrets of the archives or the haunting silence of Silas that plagued me; it was the creature living beneath my skin. Mera, my wolf, was no longer content to re
Molly’s POVThe morning after the Archives felt like a fever dream. The image of that towering, Alpha silhouette standing in the dim light of the stacks burned behind my eyelids every time I blinked. Was it a guard? An elder? Or was it something more sinister a shadow sent to ensure the secrets st
Molly’s POVThe silence following Silas’s stillness at the lake had haunted me all night. It wasn't a silence of hesitation; it was the silence of a man who had been caught with a smoking gun in his hand. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way his jaw had tightened, the way his golden eyes had







