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I’m Groomed For My SSS+ Alpha Daddy

After her pack is brutally slaughtered, a lone omega finds herself taken in by a powerful SSS+ Alpha. As the sole survivor of the massacre, she must navigate a world of danger and hierarchy under the protection of the strongest wolf in existence. Though he claims he is grooming her for greatness, the lines between duty and desire blur. Amidst rising tensions and secrets, she must discover her true value before the past catches up to them.
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Chapter 5

Marcus Pov

The room fell silent after my question.

I watched as Elena’s face went from confusion to shock, then pale.

I didn't move away, instead, I moved closer to her, letting the smoke from the cigarette cover her face.

The increase in her heartbeat made me realise how innocent she still was.

Elena thought she was wild, but when it comes to what I want, she is still a young calf, and she can be wounded.

My eyes trailed down to the corner of her gaped-mouth. I swallowed unconsciously.

She doesn't know what she does to me. I really had avoided her. I had walked away and held myself back but this naughty fellow still came into my private space.

I didn't know how I had managed to hold back from pushing her to the ground and choking her with my—

Incredulous!

I had fucking lost control of my pheromones while I was kissing her. The smell of her arousal had slapped me awake and made me realise she was losing control of her body. I had felt heat rise and I just knew if she lost total control and the smell of her heat all spread out, I wouldn't be able to control myself anymore.

I had stopped. I had tried to send her away but hearing her sobs made my hard heart uncomfortable.

Does she really want this?

My index finger raised her chin, and my eyes which had changed due to holding back looked into hers.

“Hm?” I whispered, “Do you dare?”

She trembled.

“I— Are you trying to discourage me?” she asked.

I raised an eyebrow as I watched Elena raise her chin stubbornly.

“Die? I know you won’t let me die, Alpha.”

I unconsciously pinched her chin hard.

Yes, I really won't let her die, but—

My eyes darkened.

“Elena..” I growled dangerously. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

I trailed my fingers from her chin down, grabbed her tiny swan-like neck that could be broken with a little strength.

“Urgh…”

“Do you remember how I had fucked that omega?” I muttered, low and dangerously.

Her eyes widened.

I chuckled, then caressed her neck gently, and the next second, I tightened my fist again then pulled her closer to me until our lips were almost touching.

“Do you remember how she almost lost her life..” I whispered with my lips brushing on hers.

She inhaled sharply. Her eyes closed quietly, like she was recalling that memory again.

How I had fucked that omega, how I had tied her with chains, the way I had separated her legs widely and pulled the chains on her neck while pounding my dick into her mercilessly.

Somehow, the clear images I had forgotten from that day appeared in my mind.

One of Elena.

The way she had watched with interest. Without any fear but with enough desire to burn me.

The image of her gasping while trying to touch herself, her moans mixed with those of the tied-up omega.

For the first time since that day, clear memories came rushing back and they choked me.

My breathing fastened uncontrollably and my mouth went dry.

I snapped back to my senses only to see Elena looking at me with those same eyes that watched me destroy another omega's pussy.

“Alpha, do you know—”

My attention shifted to her moving lips.

Her lips curled shallowly and this gave me a bad feeling.

“…when you rejected me that year, I was devastated.” She murmured charmingly.

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

“I grew obsessed with everything that had to do with you.”

My hand that held her neck loosened up slowly.

She continued, her eyes not leaving mine for a second. “Do you know how much I endured not rushing back to the country to find you?” she choked.

“You said you wanted a woman who can take you—so I learned.”

She knelt on the bed.

“You have always wanted an obedient omega. One who can accept everything you give without rejecting— I groomed my body for that.”

She bit her plump lips and my brain stopped for a second.

She didn't stop there. Elena began to move, she got down from the bed and for the first time, I couldn't read the mind of someone.

I couldn't tell what she was thinking or trying to do.

I could only stand there, watching her swagger towards me at a slow pace, with her beautiful eyes that seemed to suck my breath away locked on mine, and her plump lips that wouldn't stop moving.

“Alpha…” she murmured like it was the beginning of danger.

Elena stopped in front of me. Her moist eyes that sparkled with colours I can't differentiate moved from my eyes, down to my lips.

For the first time, my body trembled for someone— An omega, and worse, one so much younger than me.

I gulped as she moved even closer.

My eyes darkened as they pinned a drop of sweat that fell from my chin into her nightwear.

“I have trained, imagined, had wild thoughts, and secretly taught my body to listen to your command. So,” she paused her words that made me speechless.

“Alpha, do you still think I’ll be scared?”

My breath turned dangerous.

The temperature lowered and before I knew it, the pheromone energy which was supposed to be suppressed suddenly began to spread out from the side of my neck.

Nothing could stop it, not even the suppressant I had used.

My blood boiled, and my organs rose and became stronger.

I couldn't see anything except for the young woman standing in front of me.

My mind had become blank with only beastly thoughts left in it.

My fist clenched beside me. I tried to regain a little of my sanity.

The cigar in between my lips had been quenched and thrown away.

My tongue rolled as I waited, like a predator.

Elena, as if she had noticed my predicament, smiled enchantingly.

She raised her hand to her neck— then tore off the suppressant gum she had on.

Her pheromones which didn't have any suppression rushed out crazily like a well that had just been released.

“Crazy! She must be crazy!”

My bloodshot eyes widened as I stared wearily at her.

Elena had freed herself. She is in her heat.

“This little— darn it!”

Her pheromones immediately filled the room. They collide with mine and mix.

They choked my nose and I couldn't stop inhaling that sweet milky scent.

Suddenly, I heard a sound.

Elena fell on her knees. Her wrists stretched towards me in total submission.

“Tie me up, Alpha. Your omega is ready to be used by you.

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