Cruel Alpha Daddy (Silver Meadows Wolves #4)

Chapter 27 - Rider

Warm sun filters down into the clearing at the back of the hall, flickering through the branches of the tall trees. The cool breeze strengthens a little, reminding me of the harsh winters and painful struggles I’ve left far behind me.

As I watch the children play, I let the old memories surround me. There is pain in my soul, and a dark past that still lurks in my dreams, but none of it can affect the bright warmth of today. And the new hope that leads me into the future.

It’s been four months since my brutal battle with Tobias. That may have been the darkest day of my life—but it was also the day I met my son.

Every moment of suffering I endured led me here to this place of love and hope. I can’t regret a single day, no matter how harsh it seemed at the time.

“Whoa, boss, you gonna let those steaks burn or what?”

“Sorry,” I say, coming back to reality with a jolt. “I thought you liked char-grilled, anyway.”

“Yeah, but not ashes,” Ryan laughs. “Where did you go just now?”

I nod towards the field, where Caleb is playing football with the other boys and girls.

Ryan smiles, shaking his head. “I should have known. How about I take control of the grill, since you seem incapable of even simple tasks right now?”

“Watch it, buddy,” I say, frowning at him. “I’ll knock your ass right off that beta position if you don’t cut it out.”

“Yeah,” Ryan laughs. “You say that. But you need me. I know you do.”

I toss the spatula at him, and he catches it.

“Hmm. Okay. That was a good grab. I’ll let you keep your job for now.”

“You don’t scare me,” Ryan answers. “My spatula twirling skills are integral to the livelihood of this pack, and you know it.”

“If that’s true, why is the grill smoking?”

“Shit!” Ryan yells, hurriedly taking meat off the hot plate. “You did that on purpose.”

“And you had the hide to call me feeble-minded.”

I leave Ryan cursing over the blackened grill and walk to the edge of the clearing. Caleb has the ball, and he’s charging through lines of other kids to get to the goalpost. It’s just for fun, and there are barely any rules, but it still makes my heart swell with pride to see my son putting his full effort into something he enjoys.

We ended up starting a small school of our own, with education programs run by Lilah and Kay. The kids only spend a small part of the day studying, and most of their education comes from practical work.

New Hope is a hub of activity now. Large fields of vegetable patches and fruit trees surround us on every side. There is constant construction of new buildings, as well as farm animals to tend to. In just a few months, we have established ourselves as one of the best organic producers in the area.

“Hey, you,” Fiona whispers against my ear. “I see you abandoned the grill.”

“Damn, woman. I still don’t know how you sneak up on me like that,” I mutter as she puts her arms around my waist.

“Magic,” she teases, snuggling against me.

“I believe it,” I answer, lowering my head to nuzzle her neck.

She giggles, so I tickle her with my lips and tongue, making her squirm. “Stop it,” she laughs.

“No way,” I say, holding her waist so she can’t get away. “Not until you scream for me to stop.”

“As if I ever would,” she whispers, pressing herself against me and stretching up to press her lips against mine.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. As she deepens the kiss, I let my hands roam across her hips and up her back, playing with her long golden hair.

“Oh my God, are you guys being gross again?”

Caleb’s voice shatters the moment, and I break off the kiss to see him standing next to us, his tiny fists planted on his hips.

“Give it a few years, and you won’t think kissing girls is gross,” I tell him.

“Ew. If you say so, Dad.”

“Come on, kiddo. Let’s get some food—that is, if Uncle Ryan hasn’t burned it all.”

I reach out with one hand, and Caleb takes it, squeezing my big hand with his tiny one. On my other side, Fiona links her fingers through mine, and we walk back to the hall where tables are set up under the big, shady trees.

Sunday afternoon lunch has become a firm tradition for our pack, just like our communal breakfast and dinner. Born out of necessity because we started with so very little, it’s now a celebration of the bounty we share.

I take a seat at one end with Fiona and Caleb as the other children charge up behind us, all of them bouncing up and down as they talk excitedly. Moments like these are such a sharp contrast to our early days in the valley. They always make me reflect on our struggles and how far we’ve come.

“Are you off early tomorrow?” I ask Fiona as we hand around a plate of steaks that are blackened but thankfully not charcoal.

“No, Lucy is setting up for me,” she answers. “It’s only a small store up in Norwood.”

“When do you go back to Orchard City?”

“Wednesday. Then Silver Meadows on Thursday.”

“I’d complain about never seeing you, but I know how much you love the work.”

She smiles, reaching out to give my hand a squeeze. “Don’t feel sorry for me. You boys are the ones who have to load the trucks. We just sell the stuff!”

Our organic produce and gourmet food have become famous across all the surrounding towns. What started as a small market stall to bring in a bit of extra cash has blossomed into a massive enterprise that is supported by all three packs—Silver Meadows, Silverton, and New Hope.

After we moved out the useful gear from Sawpit, we abandoned it. Old Scotty had ideas about reopening the biker bar as a more family-friendly establishment, but in the end, we decided it was better to close it and cut all ties with our past.

The young men who left when the pack split have mostly disappeared, but a few came back. Kyle and I have set up a program to help kids like them get back on their feet and start a new life. We give them practical skills and support them at technical colleges if they want to study.

We’ve done so much good, but it’s helping the ones who are so much like me that brings me the most happiness.

If any of Tobias’s group survived, they ran fast and far enough that we couldn’t trace them. Tobias’s comments about my brother still haunt me, and I’ve got people searching for Peter over every town covered by the allied packs.

By the time we finish dinner, it’s getting dark, and I help clean up while Fiona takes Caleb home for a bath. Most of the kids protest as their parents take them home to bed, and I feel a surge of happiness rise in me when I hear their laughter and excuses for wanting to stay up and play.

If I had to pick a moment when my life turned around, it was when I heard baby Todd cry. That was when I realized we couldn’t keep living rough. Then, just a few hours later, Fiona was tossed right at my feet like a sign from the universe that I’d finally made the right decision.

I can’t regret a single thing or dwell on my bad luck ever again. If any event in my life had been even slightly different, I might not be standing here right now, embracing a life I love.

After cleaning up, I head home and find Fiona in Caleb’s room, reading him a story. I sit down next to her and peek over her shoulder.

“Oh, Lord,” I groan. “You aren’t reading him one of those girly books, are you?”

“She is!” Caleb cries in dismay. “I wanna read a comic about Vikings!”

Fiona sighs. “I’m trying to give you a relaxing story that will help you sleep.”

“Well, it’s not working. I’m bored. This is not soothing.”

“I’m experiencing a fair bit of frustration myself,” Fiona says crossly.

“I tell you what,” I say, rubbing Fiona’s shoulders with one hand while I slip the book out of her hands. “How about you go and relax while I finish the bedtime routine?”

“That sounds like a plan.” Fiona leans over and kisses Caleb on the forehead, tucking him in a little before saying good night.

As soon as she leaves, I bend over and whisper to Caleb. “Where’s the good book?”

“Here!” he squeaks, triumphantly pulling the comic out from under his pillow.

After ten minutes of furious, sword-wielding Viking battles, my little man is slipping off to sleep. I stroke his hair gently, turning off his lamp and quietly leaving the room.

Never noticed how much noise I made moving around before, but the second you have a kid, you become a ninja.

I tip-toe down the hall, hoping to sneak up on Fiona. She’s sitting at her dresser, brushing out her wet hair and smelling sweet from her shower.

“I heard you,” she laughs.

I come around the corner, shaking my head. “How come you always know when someone is sneaking up on you?”

“Easy. I just assume someone always is.”

“Well. I won’t always be sneaky, but I can promise you’ll never go anywhere without me following not far behind.”

She turns around in her chair, putting down the brush. “You really think I want to run away?”

I grin as she comes over to me and puts her arms around my waist. “Better not take any chances. Where did I put that chain?”

Fiona loses her smile, putting her hands on my cheeks. “I don’t blame you,” she says quietly. “I really don’t. I know how frightened you were of losing me. If it wasn’t for Caleb, I wouldn’t have tried to run away from you.”

“I know,” I whisper, stroking her cheek. “I’m sorry I kept you from him.”

She kisses me, her warm lips kneading against mine as our bodies press together. When I run my hands down her back and give her butt a firm squeeze, she jumps in my arms, giggling.

With the lightest of touches, I slide my fingers across her hips and up towards her breasts. I tease her nipples gently through the fabric of the robe before I grab the edges and flick it back from her shoulders. Fiona bends her body towards me, clasping her hands behind my head.

As I lower my mouth to her breasts, I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her up, feeling her legs clamp onto me as I spin her around and drop her on the bed. She lets out a little shriek as I fall on top of her and kiss her hard, pinning her with my body. She writhes under me, kissing me back and teasing my tongue with hers. I groan as she bucks her hips up and down, grinding against me.

“That’s not fair,” I grumble.

“Who said I was playing fair?” she asks, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She grabs my belt and tugs my pants open, pulling them down a little so she can run her fingers gently up and down my cock.

“Whoever breaks first has to do breakfast duty,” she whispers in my ear, running her tongue along the bottom of my ear lobe.

“You’re on,” I say, standing up. I unbutton my shirt, taking my time with every single one. Fiona stares at me, watching my fingers sliding down the fabric with her tongue creeping to the edge of her mouth.

I grab my collar and roll the shirt off my shoulders, flexing a bit as I do. A soft gasp escapes her lips, and her eyes are fixed on my body, staring at my muscles and not my face.

“Am I just flesh to you?” I scoff, shaking my head. “How many times do we have to have this conversation? My eyes are up here.”

Fiona giggles. “Alright, then, tough guy. You wanna play dirty?”

She keeps her eyes on mine, daring me to look away as she completely frees herself from the robe. Even though I manage not to look, a little sound of pain escapes my throat.

“You okay there, lover boy?”

“Totally fine,” I gasp. “Totally and perfectly not in any pain.”

“Uh-huh,” she says, grinning. “How about now?”

She braces herself on her arms and leans back, opening her legs wide. I’m almost panting with need now, and as her beautiful, pale thighs part to reveal her pussy I know I’m done for.

Fuck it, I’m not strong enough for this! I don’t even care if I have to get up an hour early.

In one swift movement, I fall to my knees and hook my arms under her knees, dragging her towards me. I bury my face in her pussy, finding her clit with my tongue and teasing her with long, firm strokes.

She writhes against the pressure of my arms, burying one hand in my hair. When I feel her body start to tremble all over, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck.

“Oh my God!” she moans, rocking her hips against my mouth. I tease her with the tip of my tongue, sliding down to lap at the deep, throbbing slit.

“Fuck!” she murmurs, her voice cracking. I feel her fingers digging into my hair and increase my efforts, running my tongue back up to her clit and sucking on it some more as I tease her pussy with one finger.

Fiona shudders underneath me, her body bucking up and down as short, sharp moans burst out of her throat. I hold on tight, keeping her thighs clamped in my strong arms as I keep the pressure on her clit.

With a sharp cry and a hard thrust of her hips, she comes all over my face. I groan in pleasure as I lap at her sweet juices, making her come over and over again. When her cries die down to breathy gasps, I let her go and pull my pants off before I settle on top of her.

“So, tell me again, who won that round?”

She giggles, opening her eyes. “Definitely me.”

“No argument here,” I say, leaning over to kiss her.

Her arms wrap around me as she opens her mouth, teasing my tongue. She digs her fingers into my back as her knees come up to grab my sides.

I reach down between us, teasing her a little with my cock, sliding it up and down her pussy. She wriggles a bit, sighing.

“I’m just fine. You can do that all night if you like, lover boy.”

“Liar,” I whisper, running my tongue across her throat.

I’m so hard now I can barely think, and her hot, throbbing pussy sliding against me erodes every last scrap of control. I guide my cock down and thrust my hips forward, joining us together.

Fiona gasps, digging her heels into my ass as she writhes against me. I stay still, completely lost in the feeling of her body wrapped around mine.

When I start to thrust, she clings to my back, rocking herself against the pressure of her hands and heels. She matches my rhythm, opening her hips and encouraging me to go faster and harder.

I watch her beautiful face as the waves of pleasure flood through her, sensitive to every move she makes. When her pussy clenches around me, I thrust harder and faster, feeling the orgasm explode inside her and cascade across her skin in waves of goosebumps.

A huge smile breaks across her face as she presses her hips towards me, murmuring happily. When her eyes open, the deep, shimmering blue almost drowns me as I see the contented pleasure radiating through her.

I feel her fingers slide up the back of my neck as she presses her forehead to mine. Without looking away, she moves her hips up and down, encouraging me.

I wrap my arms around her, chills of pleasure running down my spine as I keep my eyes on hers. I let her hold me as my body goes beyond my control, thrusting hard and fast until my cock thickens inside her, ready to blow.

Still, she doesn’t let go, and she doesn’t look away. As her hot, throbbing pussy clenches around me, my cock shudders and pulses inside her. I come so hard, I shiver and tremble in her arms.

Fiona is still looking into my eyes, gently stroking my cheek.

I have never felt so safe.

“I’ve got you, you big, strong rogue, you,” she whispers. “You’re my big tough guy, and I’m holding onto you for the rest of my life.”

“Promise?” I ask, my voice barely a gasp in my throat.

“Promise,” she answers, kissing me gently. “I’ve got you. Always.”

I bury my head in her shoulder, feeling her soft hands stroking the back of my neck as I relax into her embrace.

I thought I trapped her—but she’s the one who caught me.

Good.

Don’t ever let me go.

*****

THE END

Hi! I hope you liked reading “Cruel Alpha Daddy”. The next part in my Silver Meadows Wolves series is “Forced Knocked-Up Mate”.

Forced Knocked-Up Mate

I’m forced into a mate bond with the wolf I hate. And as a bonus, he knocks me up...

I’m a witch with generous curves who used an obscure spell.

I didn’t know it would bind me to a cold, heartless bully.

And I certainly didn’t know that he’d claim my curves and impregnate me…

I’m isolated, being a witch in a wolf pack, but my spell only makes things worse.

It ties me to a cruel wolf, forcing us into each other’s space.

I’m forced to live with him even though he antagonizes me the whole time.

I’m forced to marry him even when he rejects me at every turn.

I got trapped with a bully and have to listen to his hurtful words. He can’t be the one.

But if he isn’t, then why are my cursed curves begging for him to take them?

And if he isn’t, then why is my lush belly swelling with his baby?

His cold, cruel tongue strokes mine until I helplessly give in.

Can we be a little family after all?