MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS

VICTOR

Yeah, people will say I am the bad guy.

The villain who nearly destroyed a pack I had helped build from absolute nothing. The man who staged a violent bloody coup to dethrone the Alpha who had fucked my fiancée the very same day I introduced her to him.

Yes, this is the part they conveniently do not know about. The part that never makes it into their righteous narratives.

Freya had slept over at my place that night. We had talked for hours about our future together, about the life we would build, the family we would create. The next morning I brought her to meet Alpha Corvin, proud and eager to introduce the woman I loved to my Alpha, my leader, the man I had served loyally for years.

That very night, Alpha fucking Corvin had gone to her room in the guest quarters and they had fucked all night long like animals in heat, like I did not even exist.

The next morning she broke up with me, her eyes distant and cold, saying she found her soulmate because witches believed in soulmates and fate and all that mystical bullshit

And I am the villain in this story?

I am the bad guy?

Even the mother of my son had said I was too volatile and unstable to be around. She went ahead and married another sentinel, claiming he was her fated mate, and kept my boy away from me for years like I was some kind of dangerous monster who would corrupt him.

So trust me when I say I know exactly what betrayal tastes like, what it feels like when it burns through your veins. It has been the only constant in my entire miserable life.

Being orphaned as a young child with no family and no name, I had to climb through the pack ranks through sheer brutal power and relentless determination. I fought harder, trained longer, killed more enemies than anyone else.

But because I was the weird impulsive kid who could not quite control his explosive temper, Marco was given the prestigious role as Beta even though I was ten times stronger than him, faster, more strategic in battle.

As long as I was made third in command, the Commander of the Warriors, the one who trained all the fighters and led them into war, I stayed. I swallowed my pride and stayed.

Training the sentinels, being useful to the Alpha, proving my worth over and over again like a dog begging for scraps of approval.

I stayed because I was loyal to him. To my pack. To the only home I had ever known.

Even when he consistently downgraded and underestimated my abilities, even when he chose weaker men over me for important positions, I stayed.

But when he fucked Freya? The only woman who had truly seen me for the absolute mess I was and accepted me anyway, loved me anyway, was willing to build a life with me despite all my flaws?

That was when loyalty died a violent death.

I looked down at the woman who was currently sucking my dick and dragged her roughly by her long hair. "I was told you were exceptionally good at this. So how come I have not cum yet?"

She gasped as I tightened my grip painfully. "I will make you come, I promise. I swear."

I shoved her mouth back onto my hard cock without any gentleness or care. "Then get right to it and stop making promises."

She began sucking with more desperation, gagging slightly as I pushed deeper into her throat without mercy.

Lila, who was sitting comfortably in the leather chair directly facing me, rolled her eyes dramatically at the display. "Do you really have to do that disgusting act right in front of me?"

"You were the one who called to see me completely unannounced," I pointed out, thrusting slightly into the woman’s warm wet mouth. "No way I am giving up my pleasure just to accommodate you."

Lila rolled her eyes again with exaggerated annoyance. "Oh please, you were desperately waiting for me to call."

"Sure," I admitted freely, enjoying the wet obscene sounds the woman was making. "But don’t act like you don’t also enjoy watching these things. I have heard extensive detailed tales about what goes on in that private dungeon of yours."

Lila smiled slowly, that predatory dangerous expression I recognized well from years of knowing her. "Well, I do genuinely love a good show."

"So tell me," she continued, crossing her long legs. "Can we actually talk business in front of her or do I need to wait?"

I looked down at the woman working my cock with her mouth and tongue and dragged her hair back roughly, pulling her completely off. "This cunt right here is as loyal as those pathetic dogs you keep chained in your basement for entertainment."

The woman nodded eagerly, her lips swollen and glistening wet. "Yes, I am your little cunt. Your property."

"Good girl," I praised, genuinely pleased. "Now get back to work."

I shoved her mouth back down deep into her throat and she started sucking and bobbing and gagging in a rhythm that was finally starting to build the pressure I desperately needed.

"What do you want from me specifically?" Lila asked, getting straight to business like she always did. "I assume you reached out to me that day for a very specific reason."

"Yes I did," I confirmed, watching the woman work between my legs. "But I know you are a cunning manipulative woman and not one to be trusted easily. That is exactly why I needed leverage first, which is why I deliberately used your house of pleasure for our meeting location."

Lila stood up slowly from her chair, walking toward me slowly, her eyes locked with mine until she stopped right where the woman was kneeling submissively. "Well," she said with an evil grin on her face, "I did some extensive digging about you too. And I discovered something very interesting."