My Best Friend Dad Is My Second Chance Mate

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sight tugs at my conscience, stirring a mix of guilt and confusion within me. I'm lost

nyielding decree. It's a reality I can't escape, no matter how much I may wish otherwise. And in

re to protect her from the prying eyes and whispered gossip of my children and the pack. I

is to Alfie and Amelia, my own flesh and blood? Though they may no longer reside under my roof, their pe

this moment, all I can do is trust my instincts and pray that my misguided attempts at protec

ey. He's a man of complexities, a decade my senior, who found his mate later in life. Their journey to parent

uming the alpha mantle after Frida's father's passing, imparting invaluable wisdom about leading our pack and the responsibilities th

ida, I suppressed those yearnings, unwilling to betray the woman who took in a lone rogue from the woods and chose him as her mate, despite other eligibl

. In turn, I reciprocated those feelings. However, as time p

ng a werewolf alpha at forty-two, a relatively young age in our kind's lifespan, I felt burdened by

ste your time convincing yourself otherwise, especially after what we shared. When you encounter her, you'll realize our connection pales in comp

ossibility of finding true companionship, eve

that led me to Vanessa Grey, the girl we helped raise. She was once the little girl we babysat

pired between us the night before. I'm still trying to grapple with the reality of it all, hoping

e no marks on her neck, no scent of another male's mate. She was mateless the night befor

dwell on such details. Amelia, her sister, likely experienced that long ago, but Vanessa seems i

me if that were the case. She's closer to me than her own moth

and disoriented, searching for her clothes strewn across

M

I consciously undress her, know

er familiar scent and the unique hue of

w it overwhelms me. The air is thick with the sweet aroma of h

ke honey and milk hold the key to unspoken desires, tempting me to i

ing and wrapping me in a comforting familiarity. It whispers of

s voice echoes in my min

m internally, trying to

ed cropped top, concealing her nakedness. I almost resent her for depriving me of that sight, but I quic

mn

Let's see how that goes," Hunter taunted in m

refusing to let his wo

ns jumpsuit. Where are her panties? Does she usually travel without them? My g

pes she doesn'

ng of disappointment, knowing the bold Va

she remain changed? I can't help but apprecia

ing if it signifies our pack or something else. Her

ons?" Hunter's mocking voice in

to a bun and settles on the carpet, kn

parents, but first, the