[Amelia's POV]

The first thing I could remember were his eyes. They were dark, and entirely consumed with lust. These were the eyes that belonged to the Blue Stone's Alpha, Gideon, and

they were directed straight at me.

The next thing I remembered was being thrown onto the bed, and Gideon following immediately after. When he leaned down to pepper kisses along the length of my neck, I

couldn't help the gasp that escaped me.

"You're so pretty," Gideon whispered against my neck. "My sweet, little girl." I felt my stomach flutter at his sweet words.

"Please," I whimpered pathetically, wanting him to do more than merely kiss. "Please touch me."

He obliged, as he always did. Gideon's hands travelled south to touch me where I needed him most. I moaned at the contact, and he continued to rub his fingers expertly

against my wet cunt. I could feel my pleasure steadily increasing at his hands, but even now I felt unsatisfied.

"More," I begged Gideon.

"Anything for my precious girl." Finally, he pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. I arched my back into him, feeling the hard planes of his chest rubbing

deliciously against my bare breasts. He took his member in his hands to position it at my lower entrance. Impatient, I began to swivel my hips upwards when he abruptly

thrust himself into me. I didn't bother to restrain my voice as I screamed in pleasure.

"Yes... yes!" I yelled out. "Right there!"

As his hips moved rapidly, I looked into his eyes to see them clouded with love. I shivered from the intensity of his gaze. Seeing him look at me with such ferocity only

encouraged the tightness that was growing in my lower abdomen.

As Gideon continued to piston his length into me, I felt that I was nearing my peak, and I could tell that he was too. A few sloppy thrusts later, I immediately came

undone, Gideon orgasming soon after. My foster father turned around so that I was now on top and I laid my head onto his chest, both of us extremely spent.

Closing my eyes in contentment, I said to him, "I love you." I felt him take a deep breath, assumedly in preparation to say those three words back to me, when...

***

I woke up with a gasp, startled by a loud noise outside of my room. As I made sense of my surroundings, I began to groan to myself.

'So it was only a dream,' I thought mournfully.

Lately, I've been dreaming in my sleep, and they weren't normal either. I've been having wet dreams about my Alpha, and they've only been increasing in frequency. Normally,

these dreams were nothing to be ashamed of. It was only natural that pack members would yearn for their leader. Which is why I've kept my desires a secret for another

reason altogether.

The fact was, Gideon is my foster father.

I knew that what I felt was extremely wrong, and it was regarded as taboo in many different cultures. Trust me, I've spent the better part of my years trying to suppress

the feelings that only grew each day. I've had a long time to think about this, and I could no longer deny the attraction and lust I held towards my own foster father.

I sighed and looked at the clock on my nightstand. 09:15. Might as well get ready now and see what the commotion was about. I got out of bed and cleaned myself of any

evidences that had pooled from my erotic dream. Now that I had a change of clothes and was presentable enough, I exited my room.

Almost immediately, my eyes gravitated towards this woman whom I'd never seen before. She was beautiful. She had long, shiny black hair that reached the middle of her back.

Her body was nice to look at too, with curves in all the right places. I blushed a bit when my eyes lingered at her breasts, and marvelled at how big they were. I looked

down at my own to see how small they were in comparison, and began to feel slightly self-conscious.

I saw that Sam—a friend and a fellow pack member—was nearby and decided to approach him. "Do you know who that is?" I whispered to him, wanting to keep the conversation

to ourselves.

"Well, good morning to you, too." Sam playfully rolled his eyes at my lack of greeting. "Word is, she's our Alpha's new mistress."

My heart twisted at his response, and a wave of sadness overcame me. I knew that I could never have a relationship with him, and I've accepted my reality long ago. He was

my foster father, and I was his foster daughter. Nothing more, nothing less. Still, there was a small part of me that yearned for something more.

"Anyways," Sam interrupted my gloomy thoughts. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

I was about to ask him what he was talking about when it dawned on me. Shit. My training! I waved Sam goodbye and immediately ran across the compound and towards the

training room. Inside, I found that Gideon was already there, standing straight with his arms crossed.

And man, was he pissed.

I entered the room with my head bowed, not wanting to anger him further.

"You're late... again!" Gideon took no time to shout at me. I flinched at his harsh tone. "This is the fifth time this has happened this week! I'm starting to think that

you don't care about training anymore."

I apologised to Gideon in a low voice, "It won't happen again, I swear."

Gideon completely disregarded my attempts at an apology. "I'll believe it when I see it, girl," He snarled at me. It took everything I had in me to not whimper and cry at

the spot.

"Now, let's begin," Gideon barked. "We've lost a lot of time as it is." I nodded, avoiding looking into his eyes and got into position.

As he shouted orders at me, I subconsciously disappeared into my head, mind reeling at the stark difference between the Gideon in my dreams and the Gideon that stood before

me. It hadn't always been like this. Once upon a time, he was a really nice guy.

I had been only six-years-old when I was brought into the pack by Gideon. He said that he found me wandering around the edge of the forest all by myself. I had assumed that

I was abandoned by my parents. I felt so unwanted and alone, until Gideon helped me through it. He made me feel safe. Protected. Wanted.

In spite of the fact that he was 20 years older than me, my feelings for him turned romantic somewhere along the way. It may seem unnatural, but it happened so naturally.

He had been there for me when no one else was.

But lately, Gideon turned cold and even hostile at times. I didn't know what had caused this abrupt change of attitude. Either way, I was turning eighteen soon. Tomorrow,

to be exact. I grew excited at the notion, because this was when I'd be able to sense who my mate was. Despite it all, I begged the Goddess that he'd be mine. My very own

mate.