MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS

ALPHA CORVIN

One thought kept echoing relentlessly in my mind.

I don’t want to lose her.

Going to her room and finding it empty had made me realize something I had been fighting desperately against for weeks.

I didn’t want to let her go.

My life had been filled with so much loss over the years that I had learned to shield myself from feeling anything real, building walls so high that nothing could penetrate them.

But despite all of that carefully constructed armor, going to her room tonight and finding it empty had made me realize how much I wanted to have her here with me. How much I actually wanted her, period.

And if that meant agreeing to have sex with her despite kicking against it from the very beginning, despite all my logical reasons for keeping distance and maintaining control, then so be it.

I couldn’t allow her to leave this pack. Especially not now, with her pressed against me in my arms like this, her body fitting perfectly against mine like she was made for me.

The way she felt like the comfort I hadn’t allowed myself in so long.

For an entire year I had deprived myself from any comfort or warmth because I felt I didn’t deserve it. Not when Zoya and Freya were both dead and it was ultimately my fault they were gone. I had blood on my hands that would never wash clean.

Then she whispered, her back still pressed firmly against my chest, her voice soft and uncertain, "What made you change your mind?"

I was trying desperately hard not to think about that ass pressed directly against my pants, but I could already feel my bulge growing harder by the second, my body betraying my thoughts completely.

My cock was straining against the fabric of my joggers.

I stayed silent for a long moment, contemplating whether I should go for the brutal honest truth or give her the more acceptable version that wouldn’t reveal too much of what I was actually feeling.

"Because I want you here with me," I finally admitted, the words coming out rougher than I had intended.

My hands trailed to hold her breasts firmer through the thin lace nightgown as I relaxed my head against hers, breathing her in deeply. Breathing in the lavender and peaches that clung to her skin and hair like a drug I was becoming addicted to.

There were other scents lingering faintly on her too. The smell of apples and fur, maybe from being outside tonight. Considering she had almost been kidnapped today according to the story my sons had told, that was completely understandable.

Though something about their story nagged at me but I pushed the thought away, she was here and that was all that mattered.

"Keeping me here just to birth your heir and then sending me back to Stormshadow later," she muttered, her voice tight with barely concealed hurt.

I went quiet, not knowing how to answer that question honestly without revealing more than I was ready to admit even to myself.

The truth was I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I was living moment to moment, trying to navigate feelings I didn’t fully understand and didn’t want to have.

"When we get to that bridge, we will cross it," I stated carefully. "Let’s just exist in the now. And the now is that I am agreeing to your terms."

My hands moved lower, sliding under her breasts and cupping them fully in my palms through the lace. She heaved slightly, her breath catching audibly, her body responding to my touch.

I needed to see her face. I needed to look into her eyes when I told her what I wanted to do to her.

I turned her slowly to face me, guiding her body carefully until she was on her back and I was hovering over her, propped up on one elbow, looking down at her flushed beautiful face.

Her amber eyes were wide, staring up at me nervously.

The nightgown had shifted, revealing even more of her breasts.

My hands moved gently to her face, cupping her soft cheeks between my palms, my thumbs stroking her skin.

"I really want to have you right now," I confessed, my voice dropping lower and rougher with barely restrained desire. "I have been thinking about it since this morning in my office when I touched you. Thinking about what you would feel like wrapped around my cock."

I paused, studying her face carefully. She was staring at me intently but not responding, just watching me with those wide eyes, her lips parted slightly.

"But I will wait until we are properly mated," I continued, even though every instinct in my body was screaming at me to take her now, to rip that nightgown off and bury myself inside her until she screamed my name. "However, you should know that I am not a man who holds back once I commit to something."

She gulped visibly, her throat moving. "What does it mean to not hold back?"

"Amaris," I leaned closer, my face now inches from hers, close enough that I could feel her breath on my lips. "Once I am inside of you, I will have you everywhere. In this room. In my study. In the dining room. In the hallways. Against walls. On my desk. I mean everywhere I want you. There will be no surface in this house that I won’t fuck you on."

My hands trailed down from her face to her chin, tilting it up slightly so she had to maintain eye contact with me.

"I know you are a virgin," I stated, watching her reaction carefully. "So I need you to be mentally and physically prepared for what that means with me. For how hard I will take you. And that is the only reason I am not going to have you tonight."

I wanted to give her time. I wanted our first time to be after we were mated, to do this properly even though everything in me wanted to bury myself inside her until neither of us could think.

She swallowed hard, her eyes searching mine like she was looking for something. "Alpha Corvin, can I ask you a question?"

I looked at her, genuinely surprised. Asking a question wasn’t exactly what I had expected after everything I had just said to her about fucking her everywhere in this house.

"Go ahead," I prompted, curious about what could possibly be on her mind right now.

"What really happened between you and Luna Zoya and the lady Freya?"