All Chapters of Crush On My Best friend's Alpha Dad: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LenoraMy heart raced like a thief caught stealing from a clothing store. The logical part of my brain knew that telling Killian the truth about my cramps would make him see the reason CJ was in his apartment, but that was a half-lie if I skipped the make-out sessions and the explosive orgasms CJ had given me.It was best to keep silent. Holy cow! I was becoming someone else, doing things I never would have thought I was capable of doing. This reminded me of the Cheating Wives movies I used to watch with Esme. Focusing on Killian, I made sure my smile was as wide as I could muster, one of those cheesy smiles that made you look completely insane while icy fear twisted around my heart. Just thinking of Killian going in there and seeing CJ made fear stab me multiple times that I felt physical pain."Hey, you?” Killian grinned back, then ran a hand on my silk robe and leaned forward for a peck. "Welcome back. How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun?"My questions were to stall

CJMy heart raced and my paws pounded, dashing through the dense undergrowth of the forest behind my house. I loved how my senses were heightened in my wolf form.Every scent around me was vivid and sharp, and the image of Lenora's smiling face with that guy haunted me, making my ribs tighten with envy. I saw the way the punk held her waist, the way they interacted, and their easy laughter – it felt like a blade slicing through my chest and it ruined my night. As much as I attempted not to stare, I couldn't help myself. Why did Lenora have to make me envious all the damn time? Why couldn't she stay away from other guys? It wasn't a Herculean task.As if on cue, my wolf spotted a huge rabbit sprinting down the middle of the road. As it turned left to run into the woods at an angle, I leaped in front of it.The rabbit stopped in its tracks, its large black eyes locked onto mine before it gave me a quick look over its shoulder and continued running. My wolf moved forward, jumping wit

LenoraLater that evening, Mariselle and I went swimming. She led me upstairs into her surprisingly huge bedroom, where I changed into my turquoise bikini with white floral patterns, resembling a tropical paradise. It was my favorite bikini, and I loved the side strings."Oof! Girl your banging booty is so hot that it can't melt ice. Be glad there's no man in sight to gawk at that load on your backside," Mariselle giggled as she slipped on a yellow bikini that looked like an upside-down sun. "Remind me to never let Regé see you in a bikini."There was no man in sight? What about her dad, my absolute fantasy, the only one capable of making explosive currents run through me? The one I badly wanted to fuck. Downstairs, CJ was nowhere to be found, and it was a bummer that he wouldn't see me in my bikini. I wanted him to see all of me. To be able to look at me like he did that night he ate me behind the club with his eyes lingering on my bare skin.Unfortunately, he was busy with his stu

Lenora I tiptoed down the hallway, crimson with frustration and humiliation. CJ's response bruised me and my embarrassment quickly turned to annoyance. I didn't know what to do or think anymore. He couldn't tell me he loved me back, despite knowing how I longed for him to say it out loud and to mean it. Every cell in my body wanted him and he knew this, yet he hurt more than he could possibly imagine. It seemed he had a field day by always making sure I was unhappy. My heart felt like an aching old wound and I shook my head regretfully, blaming myself for always falling for his antics. Everything was confusing because if he wanted me for sex, he would have fucked me and dumped me afterward, but tonight when I initiated sex, I found his rejection vaguely disturbing.Although he'd satisfied me wholly with his tongue, I wanted him to penetrate inside me and make love to me properly. I wanted skin-on-skin contact with his cock buried deep in my moist wetness. A part of my brain assu

CJ I met my brother Harrison in a rundown bar not so far from the werewolf pack. It was quite a journey but I needed to make sure that Giovanni and his cronies didn't defeat my brother like they did to me. No one knew when this whole fiasco would blow over, or what Giovanni's next plot would be.When I arrived, I quickly spotted Harrison by his tall frame standing out against a sea of patrons. He looked different from the last time I saw him, older and devoid of his boyishness. Now he had weary lines on his forehead and I felt guilty for throwing him into the spotlight. Before now, I'd never felt this happy in a long while. Lenora had returned to her house, but the weekend was memorable. We hid like horny rabbits, almost getting caught by Mariselle. Harrison got off his stool, and I lowered my hoodie, walking past a vintage bar where live rock music was playing.We exchanged pleasantries, and I sat opposite him on the bar stool that had stood the test of time."Whiskey?" I respon