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“This is an awkward conversation to have with my daughter,” Dad grunts as he steps into the room. “Your bosses, the beta and the alpha are they?—”

“Just friends,” I quickly tell him, opening the closet door. “Holy shit, this is huge!”

The room has shelving units all the way down the walls, with places for clothing and shoes. There's way more space than my meager belongings can fill, that’s for sure. There’s also a full mirror, vanity, and stool for me to put my makeup on and do my hair. What really has my mind turning, is the huge open area that I can turn into a nest.

“You just turned eighteen,” he reminds me. “This room is scent free, locks in scents, and is also soundproof.”

For when I have my heats. God, this man thought of everything.

“Again, I know it’s awkward to discuss, but I want to be prepared for every eventuality,” he mutters. “I want you to know that I’m perfectly fine with you dating, I just want you to be safe. If anyone ever hurts you, I will gut them, feed them to the pigs, and no one will ever be the wiser.”

“Probably good that I’m not planning on dating my employers,” I mutter. “Though, not because they’d ever hurt me. Instead, because shit happens and if we ever broke up, I’d be terrified of the consequences.”

“I call them positive influences for people to act right,” Dad says with a smirk. “Here are the cards that I told you I had for you.”

He hands me back my phone and the credit cards, which I take, because I don’t know how to deny him without hurting his feelings.

Leaving the closet, I gaze at the blackout curtains, the pretty teal wallpaper, and the giant bed waiting for me to faceplant into. I can only imagine how nice the carpet will feel under my toes as well.

“This room is incredible,” I whisper. “I don’t think I’d change anything except add a few things for my closet. I’m in awe.”

“I didn’t have much time to get things organized, but thankfully it’s as if this room was created for you,” he says. “When I started looking for you, I also began to plan as well. I remodeled all of this, hopeful I’d find you one day.”

I can’t believe I could have ever gotten this lucky with this man.

“Thank you for looking for me,” I rasp, walking into his arms when he opens them to hug me tightly.

“There’s a fridge in the closet already full of drinks and snacks,” he says softly. “Please do some online shopping while I’m gone. It’ll make me happy, okay?”

Nodding, I step back and say goodnight, watching as he leaves.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, feeling the pull of sleep. I usually have more stamina during the day, but maybe I’m catching a cold?

As I locate my large backpack, I pull out my sweats to wear to bed. The room is set to a comfortable temperature, thoughI notice I can change it from the comfort of a remote. I’m impressed with the attention to detail in this home, especially as I walk into the bathroom and realize the floors can be heated.

There are bath and self care products in the shower, and I’m nearly falling asleep by the time I get dressed and squeeze the moisture from my hair, so my pillow won’t be damp. God, that’s the worst.

Brushing my teeth is a struggle, but I manage before I drag my feet into the bedroom. I can see my shopping bags on the floor by my backpack as I pass them, which makes me glad that Hayes didn’t toss it in the trash.

I’ll put all my belongings away tomorrow, even though I’m itching to do it now.

Unfortunately, my exhaustion wins, and I really do faceplant into my pillows and fall asleep.

I just need a little rest.

I haveno idea what time it is when a tearing, awful pain rips through my stomach. All I know is that there’s sunlight streaming through the window, which is hurting my overly sensitive eyes.

My body feels as if it’s on fire, my pants and sheets are soaked with slick, and I’m whimpering with need.

Whining, I pull off my clothes to attempt to cool down as I flop around on the bed, but it does nothing to help. Every light is still on in the bedroom, and I find my body curling around itself to attempt to escape the gnawing sensation that something is wrong with me.

“Knot,” I whisper, eyes widening as I realize what this is. “God, no.”

Whimpering as I drag myself from the bed, I roll off onto the floor. My body complains a bit, and I’m sure I’ll be sore once this is over. I don’t care. There’s not an alpha knot in sight, outside of the synthetic dildos I bought.

“Look who’s gonna fuck herself stupid now?” I say to myself, feeling wild and out of control. I can see the face of a stupid, cocky alpha, and I’m fully prepared to use him as erotic material to make myself come apart.

His pretty, thick arms alone are enough to make me keen, wondering if he’s strong enough to throw me around when he fucks me. All of these thoughts are due to my heat induced sexual fog, because I’m a virgin.

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