My Forbidden Alpha: A Taste Of My Best Friend's Dad

Mira’s pov.

"F-fuck!" The soft moan echoed through the corridor, causing me to halt in my steps. I swirled my head in the direction of the restroom where the sound had come from.

"Oh! S-sh-shit!" The moan filled the hall, growing more intense by the minute.

Oh my gosh! I bit my lip, grinning from ear to ear as another moan resonated through the hallway, making me equally aroused. Someone was having a better morning than the bride-to-be, and I felt a little envious of her.

A grin crossed my lips. I should head back to the suite before I miss my ride to the church. I raised my wedding dress as I proceeded to leave, and return to my room but I barely managed to take two steps before my feet involuntarily went dead in their tracks at the next sound that followed.

The familiar grunt echoed through the hall, and my heart dropped to my stomach. What the hell? My gaze darted back to the restroom, my heart thrumming erratically in my chest as dread fastened itself in the pit of my stomach.

I knew that sound—that voice. It was unmistakable. It sounded exactly like him, like Alpha Zane, but—it couldn’t be or it shouldn’t be, and yet I was certain it was his voice. I knew it too well.

A lump swelled at the back of my throat as I stared at the door dreadfully, feeling sick to my stomach. It couldn’t be. It couldn't. Could it?

And yet my wolf senses had now come to life and I could sense him and feel him close by.

I took a step toward the door and quickly stopped. What was I doing? It couldn’t be him. What was I even thinking? I stepped back, clutching my dress tightly.

Alana, my bridesmaid and best friend, had said he had gone to the church, so he couldn’t be here. He shouldn't, and yet my gaze lingered on the door.

I tried to turn away and leave, but my feet refused to move. I knew what I had heard, and I couldn't pretend like I hadn’t.

No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't relax until I knew for sure. There was a part of me that wanted to walk away, but I couldn’t. Thinking about it made me feel sick to my stomach.

I moved to the door, each step hesitant and full of doubt. My heart began to race as I gripped the cold handle, the chill seeping into my palm as I twisted it. A silent prayer was on my lips as I pushed the door open.

PLEASE, LET IT NOT BE MY ALPHA ZANE.

The door swung open, and my entire world flipped upside down at the sight that met my eyes. My heart dropped to the ground, shattering into a million pieces.

I could already feel the tears clouding my vision. My mouth dropped open, but no sound escaped my lips. All the sounds died inside of me.

My lungs suddenly felt like they had been drained of air. I collapsed against the wall, my palm slapping against the surface to brace myself and prevent a complete collapse to the ground.

My legs were failing me, and I struggled to stay upright, but my legs wouldn't cooperate. I slid down the wall, my hand still pressed against it for support, as I struggled to catch my breath and process what was happening.

Zane, my mate, was slamming his cock into his servant Adeline who was shamelessly bent over the wash hand basin on our wedding day. My wolf howled in anguish, and my chest tightened in pain as tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Mira,” Zane muttered as he zipped his pants. There was no remorse in his eyes as his gaze met mine, “What are you doing down here? Shouldn't you be upstairs?”

What?

I clenched my palm into a fist, my hands trembling with shock as I glared at him. I couldn't believe my eyes or ears. What was I doing down here?

How dare he? “How long? How long have you been cheating on me?” I asked, swallowing the bile in my throat.

“Cheating is a strong word. This is nothing. You're my mate. I was just—” his voice was warm with not even a hint of guilt or regret.

My wolf was in pain, and I couldn't stand it anymore. My heart felt heavy in my chest, and I could feel myself shrinking.

“You will be my Luna, Mira. That's all that matters—”

“Not anymore,” I enunciated, cutting him off as I tightened my fist so hard it hurt. I fought back the tears, choking on my pain as I stared him in the eyes.

He cocked a brow, “You wouldn't dare," he whispered, proudly with a smirk, "You're nothing without me, Mira, just a weak orphaned Omega without a pack, without anything. I gave you everything. I'm making you my Luna—”

His words burned into my stomach, making me sick. Fuck that! Fuck everything!

“I, Mira, reject you, Alpha Zane of Moonshade, as my fated mate!” I announced in a half-broken voice, my wolf crying in anguish as my heart shattered, and the pain cut through every nerve in my body.

The shock on his face was priceless, and I couldn't blame him because who would have thought that a hopeless low omega like me, an orphan who had been opportuned to find her mate in an Alpha King like Zane Blackwood also had the audacity to reject him.

Only a fool would give up a chance to become Luna to one of the strongest Alpha in the realm. And yet If that was the case then I guess I was a fool. But It didn't matter. I would rather be a fool than let him make a bigger fool out of me after this.

I rushed out of the restroom, wanting to get out of his sight before I completely collapsed and cried my heart out in front of him.

“MIRA!” Zane yelled from behind me and I broke into a run, clutching my wedding dress as I ran without looking back. But he didn't stop, “Stop! Mira. There's no way I'll let you leave me. You can't leave!” He yelled.

I raced down the hallway, my wedding dress fluttering behind me like a torn cloud. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled. The pain was suffocating, making it hard to breathe.

My legs felt as heavy as a rock, and it was a wonder that I could even run at all with everything weighing me down. Tears blurred my vision as I ran, my wolf crying out in anguish. I had thought today would be the happiest day of my life. I was wrong. It was the definition of worst.

I needed to escape, to get away from the betrayal, from all of it. I ran, and he pursued me, “Mira. Stop! Get back here,” he shouted.

I took a turn and hid under the staircase for hours to avoid him but Zane was unrelenting in his search for me, and after a while his guards began to wander around the suite, searching for me as well.

Shit! I crouched under the stairs, hiding behind the furniture as the guard walked to and fro. I couldn't risk being found, and forced into marriage with that cheating bastard, there was no way I'd marry him now.

But Zane couldn't have that. It would be embarrassing for him when everyone found out that I, a lowly omega, rejected him but maybe he should have thought about that before cheating on me.

I spotted an open door right at the end of the hall, watching the guards wander down in the opposite direction. What were the odds? Without thinking I rushed inside, slamming it shut behind me.

I leaned against the door, trying to catch my breath, but it was no use. Now that I was alone, the tears came, streaming down my face like a river.

Just as I was about to collapse onto the floor, into the pool of my despair, I felt a masculine hand grip my waist, and his touch burned into my skin. Wait, what? Have I been caught?

That's impossible. He pressed his lips against my ear as his hot breath caressed my ear, “There you are. I've been waiting so long for you. You're gonna have to pay for keeping me waiting.”

Huh? What was he talking about? Waiting for who?

He spun me around, and before I could open my mouth to speak—to protest, his lips crashed on mine with a powerful force that was impossible to conquer.

What? I felt the urge to push him away but to my own shock my hands just wouldn't move, and the urge slipped from my fingers as his lips devoured mine and all my thoughts, and resistance died in one fell swoop.

Mira’s pov.

My body exploded with untamed pleasure as his lips glided over mine with urgency and a desire so hot I could feel myself melt into his arms. My legs began to liquify under the intensity of his lips on mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding myself steady as I gave myself over to this hunger that was all-consuming. I kissed him with all the rage, the betrayal and pain inside me, giving it all to him.

Fuck! It felt good. Too good.

The stranger was tall, broad, and muscular, and although I couldn't see him I could tell all this just by touch, by caressing his body as my lips part for his tongue to explore my mouth.

His tongue was hot like lava, and my breathing grew even more ragged as he pushed me against the wall and I felt his erection press against my stomach.

My eyes snapped open involuntarily, and my body froze. Fuck! His cock was rock solid, and I had a sense that he was going to rip me into two, judging by the pressure I felt on my stomach.

He tore his lips from mine, taking the fire that was his lips to my cheeks, then my neck and lower. His tongue slips down my cleavage and he drags it up my neckline, then my jaw.

He kissed my lips softly while his hands went down my dress, tracing my hip, then over my ass which he gave an ample squeeze. My body buzzed against him as he sandwiched me against the wall, dragging his tongue over my earlobe.

My toes curled.

“Gosh! What are you wearing?” He half-growled against my skin, “It's hot alright but damn it's too tight,” he sounded like he was frowning. I didn't even know it was possible to tell that someone was frowning through their voice until now.

“Rrzzzzz!” The sound cut through the room. Did he just? “Rrzzzz!” The sound echoed again as the stranger continued ripping my wedding dress from below to clear a part for him.

Holy shit. Did he even know how much this cost?

Zane had bought the dress for $50, 000, and this man was literally murdering the dress like that money was nothing more than chump change.

Zane. The thought of him brought back flashes of him, slamming into the servant, and the ripping sound echoed through the room again, only this time it makes me feel good to hear it. Yes! Tear it! Destroy it like that idiot ruined the happiest day of my life.

My chest heaved as I felt his hand on my bare thigh, caressing it way up my legs. The tickle of his touch sucked the oxygen in my lungs as his hands explored the inner part of my thighs, and my body jolted to each touch.

Oh gosh! I pulled at my hair the second his finger caressed my entrance through my white lace panties. I exhaled through my mouth, growing lightheaded as his finger fondled me through my panties.

He pressed his mouth to my neck, sucking on my skin as his finger traced from my butt to the band of my panties. He pulled the band, and snapped it against my skin causing me to yelp as he did it again.

“You like that?” His voice was gruff, and wet with need but beyond all that I could have sworn he sounded a little familiar.

The thought was immediately zapped from my mind of course as he pulled the band of my panties one last time, thrusting his tongue in my mouth simultaneously, kissing and tonguing away my moans.

Our tongues met in a swift dance, our moans entangling as he slipped his hand into my panties, shoving a finger into my wet tight hole.

“OH! GOSH!” I gasped against his lips, shuddering from the invasion of his mighty finger that had begun reducing me to sounds.

He titled my head by pulling my hair, kissing along my jawline while he pulled his finger out of me, shoving it back in almost immediately and causing me to jump.

“FUCK!”

“Hush,” he mumbled against my lips, breathing against me as he kissed my cheeks softly, “It's just one finger. Don't exaggerate.”

Exaggerate? Was he kidding? I was not exaggerating!! He kissed my earlobe, “Two now,” he said, and I felt a sharp pain rip through me as he thrust two fingers in.

Bloody hell. He stretched me thin, and my body exploded with pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

“Oh, gosh!” I cried, pressing my hands flatly against the wall as his finger invaded my cunt, my dripping cunt, my mind, my thoughts, and my fucking soul.

I didn't even care anymore. Whoever this man was it didn't matter anymore. I couldn’t think about it right now. His fingers felt too good, and my body had never felt this good in forever. But more than anything else it was making it hurt less—my wolf, my broken heart.

It was making me forget everything I had just run from, and I needed it. I needed this distraction.

He pumped his fingers deeper inside me, raw pleasure crashing into my body. It unlocked more desire. I arched my back, grinding my pussy against his hand as my body buzzed with ecstasy.

I remained in his hold, my body compliant to his touch even though I knew I probably shouldn't be doing this with this stranger but I also didn't want to not do this so…

Thoughts of freedom were torn from my mind when he moved his hand forward and his thumb stroked along my skin, trailing down to my cleavage.

Fuck! His touch burned into my skin so hard that I was pretty sure I'd see a scar there in the morning.

He caressed the swells of my breasts and lowered his head to take my left nipple between his fingers through the fabric of my dress or whatever was left of it now.

The fiery combination of his fingers pinching my nipple and his fingers in my pussy heated up my body viciously. He pinched my nipples painfully and made my pussy ache with need.

Shuddery gasps left my lips as he moved deeper in my pussy, parted my legs, and buried his long fingers deeper between my thighs. Keeping my panties aside, he pushed another digit into me and played with my swollen clit.

A desperate, uncontrollable cry of ecstasy ripped from my throat, and I was lost to him. His long, skilled fingers thrashed inside my passage, giving me what I needed to forget everything else, which was exactly what I needed. A literal fucking blessing—a blessing fuck.

"Oh! Oh, shit," I exclaimed with a shaky voice. This time, I recognized my voice, and I didn't care that I was so desperate for him, for this mysterious stranger who I could barely see in this pitch-black room.

I didn't even know who he was. I didn't care any longer who he was. I was lost in the ecstasy of his fingers, his lips, and even my wolf didn't resist him.

No. She wanted this, just as much as I did.

He ripped off my panties, pushing another digit into me that completely stretched me to the blink of insanity.

“Oh God!” Another moan tore through my lips as the pressure built in the pit of my stomach while he thrust three fingers inside me.

A desperate, uncontrollable cry of ecstasy ripped from my throat repeatedly, and I was lost in ecstasy. His skilled fingers continued to thrash inside me, and he crashed his lips on mine as he unraveled me with his fingers.

My orgasm climbed with each thrust, until finally. I came, sending streaks of untamed pleasure all over his fingers, and he brought his finger to his lips, licking off my release.

And even in the dark I could have sworn he was grinning. The thought of that only aroused me more as he turned me to the wall, and stripped me.

“Sexy,” He complimented, trailing his wet fingers down my spine. He pulled my ass backward, unbuckling his pants as his hand caressed my back softly.

He positioned himself between my legs, giving my ass a firm squeeze and a nice smack, making me jump. He ran a warm hand down to my pussy, and stroked my outer lips before whispering into my ear.

“This will be very rough but I promise you. You're going to love every bit of it,” he licked my ear, and in one thrust, he slammed into my wet pussy.

“Oh!” I gasped as he slipped out of me and did it again. We groaned in unison.

“Oh, fuck that feels good!” He groaned, ramming into me again, and again, “Fuck! Fuck! Gosh! You feel so fucking good,” he growled, yanking my head back, and wrapping my hair around his fist as he slammed into me harder.

Oh gosh! My legs trembled, barely standing as he continued his long thrust. “Oh! Ah! Oh!” I screamed, scratching against the wall as I moaned in immeasurably pleasure.

He turned me around, and entered me again, placing his head against my shoulder, and curling his hips with more force and I cried out.

The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed through the room. Two bodies merging, two unfamiliar bodies. This was the best sex have ever had, and I couldn't believe it was happening with some stranger I didn't even know.

He pulled out of me and swept me off my feet, taking me to the bed. He dropped me on the bed, and mounted it completely naked, finding my hole and thrusting back in, all the way to the hilt.

With a firm grip of my hips, he pounded into me. “Fuck, are you ready to cum for me yet?”

“YES!” I heard myself say in a weak whisper. I was worn out already.

His hand disappeared underneath my folds. He found my clit, pinching, and tugging on it. My body reacted immediately. My thighs trembled from his touch and the harder he fucked me, the wetter I became.

He pulled out briefly and his fat, blunt crown teased my slit before he jammed into me again out of the blue.

My scalp tightened, and my toes curled. I moaned and writhed, reduced to nothing but senseless noises.

He raised one leg over his shoulder, thrusting forward and I could feel him in my stomach. He raised my other leg, thrashing into me faster and faster.

It was too much. The climax shuddered out from where we were joined.

He made a noise at the back of his throat, then wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up so we were both facing each other. He was a stranger but strangely it didn't feel like that as his lips brushed mine and my mouth parted.

We kissed as he held my hips, controlling my movement against him. He cussed as I took control, going hard, going rough.

And then he flipped me over, taking control as he began to fuck me with strong, long and fast thrusts.

My toes curled, and I choked for breath as I felt my orgasm boiling to the surface. I squirmed, and he hit it harder, going steady, then unsteady, “More,” I screamed out. I was so close, and I was going to cum any moment from now.

His hips quivered and he buried his face in the crook of my neck as his body began to tremble.

My orgasm hit and I squeezed his cock with every spasm that racked my body. I tried to pull him deeper, and his hands caressed my back, then curled around my shoulders as he backed out and spilled his seed on my stomach.

He collapsed beside me, and minutes later he reached over, pulling me closer to him. “That was the best fuck I've had in years,” he said, and kissed my forehead, then he turned away, going straight to sleep while I lay there dumbfounded by the order of events of today.

It was a lot.

In mere hours, I had gone from being cheated on by my Alpha on the day of our wedding, rejecting him, and probably becoming an outcast again to having the best sex of my life with a total stranger. In just hours.

How could a person's life change so much?

Shit! It's been a hell of a day, and this was perhaps my trophy. I glanced at my side, at the stranger who was breathing heavily beside me.

The best before the worst I was sure because now where was I supposed to go from here? What was I supposed to do now that I had no pack?

Maybe rejecting Zane was the biggest mistake of my life.