Sleeping with My Best Friend's Alpha Father

I wasn't supposed to be here.

Girls like me don't belong to Alpha parties.

I came as a favor.

As a waitress.

As the poor best friend nobody notices.

Until he noticed me.

Fresh from the shower.

Bare chest. Water sliding down hard muscle.

Eyes like a predator that already chose its prey.

My best friend's father.

The Alpha King.

He helps me with my dress when the zipper gets stuck.

His fingers brush my skin.

My breath stutters.

The air changes.

He looks at me like he knows me.

Like he owns me.

Then the party turns ugly.