Alpha's Beta Mate

GRACE

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my body, which was still tingling from being so close to Duke.

I was trying to see myself through his eyes—to see what it was he saw in me.

Goddess knew I couldn’t see a thing about myself that would appeal to any male, let alone one who was as chiseled and hard as Duke.

I suppose my skin was quite creamy. I ran the back of my fingers along my rib cage and over to the top of my lace panties. It felt quite soft.

Was this what Duke had felt when I pressed myself against him?

I brought my hands up and cupped my breasts, feeling an unfamiliar but altogether appealing sensation shoot through me.

My hands could barely hold them; they were definitely more than enough for Duke’s huge palms.

I had heard the girls giggling at school, in so many conversations that I had never been invited to join.

Some of them had said that their boyfriends placed their faces against their chests, almost smothering themselves in their girlfriend’s breasts.

Would Duke want to do that to me?

I just wanted to be the best possible partner for him that I could be.

I wasn’t stupid. I had heard about his appetite for women, knew that he had a strong, healthy sex drive.

I needed to be able to match that. I needed to be able to keep up with him.

Luckily, I had the next two years to prepare and train myself on all the best ways to please such a man.

I smirked at my reflection in the mirror, remembering the book I had stolen from my parents' room months ago.

No time like the present.

I had grown curious about sex over the past year, wondering what all the fuss was about.

I had been hoping to find something to explain the strange urges that would come over me from time to time.

I had taken a peek inside my parents' room when they weren’t in, hoping to find something that would help educate me more than my mother’s pathetic attempt at schooling.

She had sent an omega to me, to give me the talk on the birds and the bees, but that woman’s version had been all about reproduction, and pleasing the man by providing a male heir.

No doubt she’d been instructed to say that. Another dig by my mother.

No one hadn’t explained sex outside of that. Sex for pleasure.

So I sought out my own education, never knowing that I would strike gold in my parents' room—not when they always acted so cold and formal toward each other.

I walked over to my bed and heaved the mattress to one side, pulling out the book that I had stolen and stowed away for a later date.

I had only flicked through it occasionally, growing embarrassed at the graphic pictures of couples in one position after the other, but this time I was going to read it properly.

I was going to find out for myself about all the different ways I would be able to please my mate.

I was so engrossed in the book that I barely heard the soft click of my door. I only registered that I was no longer alone when a shadow fell across the pages of the book.

I looked up, a grin on my face, expecting to see Duke. I had nothing to be ashamed of. Surely he would appreciate my efforts.

I didn’t even care that I was sitting here just in my bra and panties.

Despite what he’d said, I planned on letting him see this over and over again, as well as the curves underneath, many times over the next few years.

But then the smile fell from my face as I locked eyes with the man standing in front of my bed, leering down at me with a disgusting flare of lust in his eyes.

“D-dad!” I stammered, dropping the book to the floor and scrambling up the bed to hide myself under the covers.

He bent down to retrieve the book, licking his lips as his eyes glossed over the page I had been so enamored with seconds earlier.

“Now, now,” he murmured, looking back up at my trembling body.

“Don’t play shy now. No good, innocent girl would be looking at a book like this. What were you planning on doing, Grace, if I hadn’t walked in?”

His eyes raked my body through the covers with undisguised desire.

“I hadn’t realized you were that old already. How many nights have you laid here, flicking through the pages of this while your hands play with your body? How far have you gone? Have you given yourself your first orgasm, Gracie?”

“Get out!” I spat, ignoring his questions. I was in a state of shock, too surprised to do anything other than stare at him. I was frozen in place.

“Get out? Why would I do that? I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me, Gracie. The way your eyes have pleaded with me to notice you.”

His hand reached out to grab the sheet that I had clutched to my chest.

“I’m noticing you now.” He was almost drooling, pulling the blanket away from my cold, stiff fingers.

His eyes went straight to the lace bra I had on with apparent appreciation. His lust burned into me, making me cringe with shame.

“There’s a good girl.” He nodded. “Don’t hide yourself from me. This is what you wanted. You wanted your dad’s love, didn’t you?”

He climbed on the bed, kneeling in front of me.

Seeing him so close, feeling the heat come off his body, had me snapping into action. I rolled my body to the side, attempting to swing my legs off the bed.

He was quicker than me, anticipating the move.

He grabbed hold of me, pinning me to the bed, laying his body over mine. His erection pressed against my ass.

I screamed, straining with every last bit of strength I possessed to push him off me.

It was no good. He was so much stronger than me. With minimal effort, he pushed my face into the mattress, muffling my screams of fear and anger.

“You didn’t do this for Duke, did you?”

I stiffened in shock, cringing as the laugh vibrated through his body, making me aware of his erection once more.

“Didn’t you think I was watching, Gracie? Oh, I saw everything. Saw the way you offered your sweet body to him. He might not have been man enough to take you, but I certainly am.

“You belong to me. Born from my seed. Duke has no right to take this honor from me.”

He lifted one of his hands from my head to grab the sex book again and propped it up next to me.

“Look at this, isn’t this what you wanted?”

I couldn’t help but look at the picture of the couple that was in a position not much different from the one we were in now.

“Wasn’t this what you were panting over when I walked in? Wasn’t your hand stroking over those firm tits of yours as your eyes drank the picture in?”

“Dad…please,” I begged, tears in my eyes. Surely he wouldn’t go through with this.

Surely this was just another sick way of torturing me. Of scaring me half out of my mind.

Any moment now he would laugh. I had to play along.

“Why would you want me?” I said. “Look at me, I’m not good enough for a wolf such as you. What could you possibly see in me?”

He paused for a moment, his head cocking to the side.

I pushed on. “Your wolf knows who I am, what I am to you. Listen to him.”

It wasn’t lost on me that I had said these exact words earlier in the night. The same words...but I never would have dreamed I would be saying them under such different circumstances.

My dad rolled over, dragging me on top of him, his hands digging into my hips to hold me in place so hard that I bit back a shout of pain.

But I couldn’t help the low moan of discomfort that escaped me.

“I always thought you were easy, but I never thought you would offer yourself up so quickly.” He laughed.

“Duke would have been a lucky man,” he said, so softly I wasn’t even sure I heard him.

His hands left my body, moving to his side as he went suddenly stiff beneath me, looking as though he was almost uncomfortable with what was happening.

As he should be.

“Grace, get off me. You should never have tricked me into coming in here. I’ve warned you that I will tell your mother if you keep on with your games, flaunting your near naked body. You need help, honey.”

“What are you talking about?” I frowned, the shock once again keeping me exactly where I was.

Then the last voice I wanted to hear spoke up from the other side of the room.

“I believe he’s referring to the fact that you are currently lying on top of him, pinning him down with little to no clothes on.”

Duke’s voice was burning with a rage I had never heard from him before.

That’s when all fucking hell broke loose.