Andrienne's POV

It was a few minutes past midnight.

We were in the kitchen with me sitting on the kitchen cabinet. Stepdad stood in between my legs as he pushed my silk nightgown up to my thigh

As our lips parted, a rush of exhilaration swept through me, mingling with a twinge of guilt that lingered just beneath the surface. We both knew the risks of our illicit affair, the delicate balance we had to maintain to keep our secret hidden from the prying eyes of the pack members.

Over the past ...