Claimed by Alpha Zane

I let out a throaty gasp with his full length inside me, my body vibrating with every thrust. He claimed my lips within seconds stopping my breathing leaving hot open mouthed kisses along my jaw and whispered into my ears “You feel so good baby” his voice strained as he continued pumping into me. His rough callous hands squeezed my thighs and his green eyes met mine. I tangled up my fingers into his short gold hair about to kiss him when the shrill sound of my alarm clock woke me from my steamy dream. My eyes shot open and the lingering heat of desire kissed my skin lightly. With my chest still heaving in an attempt to steady my rattled heart, I pressed my thighs together to keep my throbbing core at bay. A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I stretched my hand blindly to turn off the consistent ringing. Tumbling off my bed I crashed hard on the floor with an oomph. I've been having the same dream for almost three weeks now. Although I'm not complaining about the moist it left in my panties but the man in my dreams was someone I had never seen before. Yet almost every night I dreamt of him fucking my brains out. Each time more intensely than the last. A sigh escaped my lips before I picked myself off the ground and walked lazily to the toilet, my head still ringing from the fall. Showering and slipping on a pair of jeans and crop top, I rushed downstairs for breakfast. “Good morning dad” I greeted as I approached the kitchen. “Mornin’ kiddo. How'd you sleep” he said without looking up from the table, placing a plate of eggs on them Heat crept up my face recalling the dream I had but I desperately ignored the feeling “Dad… I'm almost eighteen. I think we can loose the nickname” “Never” he said with a beaming smile. You'll always be my little girl” leaning over, he planted a kiss on my forehead. “You ready?” he called from the living room with the rest of our luggage on his shoulders. I quickly finished the last bite of my breakfast and nodded, grabbing my jacket. As I stepped outside, I stole one last look at the house. My dad was a delta. And ever since my mom died, he'd been taking on assignments that required us to move a lot. But we were finally going home to our pack. “Seatbelt kiddo” my thoughts were drawn back to my dad. His frown lines were more visible lately and I know he was worried but tried not to show it. I sighed, fumbling with the strap until I heard the click. I leaned back, staring out the window, my thoughts drifting. He gave me a fleeting look before zooming off. Going home felt surreal. Would my old friends recognize me? Did they already meet their wolves? I hadn’t. Seven years, and I still hadn’t awakened mine.