The SUV pulled up to the grand stone gates of the Alpha's palace just as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in bloody reds and oranges. Aaron's compound sprawled across the hilltop like a fortress, all towering walls and howling winds that carried the scent of wild wolves. Astrid's heart thumped hard as the guards—big, scarred betas with glowing eyes—waved them through. This was her dad's domain, the heart of the eastern pack, where alphas ruled with iron fists and full moons brought out the beast in everyone. Elena parked near the main entrance, killing the engine with a sigh. "Home sweet chaos," she muttered, grabbing a bag.

Marcus stretched in the back, his eyes lingering on Astrid's flushed cheeks. The drive had left them both sticky with secrets—cum dried on her thighs, his scent clinging to her skin like a brand. Astrid smoothed her skirt, avoiding his gaze, but the ache between her legs hadn't faded. Aaron waited on the steps, a massive figure in his mid-forties, silver streaks in his black hair, muscles rippling under a tight shirt. His green eyes, so like Astrid's, scanned them sharp.

"Elena. Marcus. And my girl." He pulled Astrid into a bear hug, his nose twitching subtly as he inhaled her scent. She froze, praying the car fuck hadn't left too much trace.

"Good to see you, Aaron," Elena said, pecking his cheek. She looked around. "The pack's looks strong.'

Aaron nodded, clapping Marcus on the back a bit too hard. "Territory disputes with the rogues up north. Been patrolling non-stop. Come in, dinner's waiting. I know y'all must be famished."

He led them inside, the halls echoing with distant howls from the training grounds. Betas argued in corners about border patrols, omegas scurrying with trays of meat. Aaron boasted over the meal, plates piled with rare steak and ale. "I pushed those bastards back last full moon. With my claws out. Their blood spilled that night made the pack happy. We're all united now.'

Marcus grunted in agreement, his boot nudging Astrid's under the table. Elena chatted about home, oblivious of what was going on but Aaron's eyes kept flicking to Astrid, intensely. After dinner, they all retired to their rooms. Elena and Marcus in one suite, Astrid's next door.

"Sleep well, pup," Aaron said, kissing her forehead. " We'll go hunting tomorrow." The door clicked shut, leaving her alone in the dim room. The bed felt soft with wolf pelts.

Night fell heavy, the palace was still alive with muffled growls from the woods. Astrid stripped down, her body humming from the day's sins. She paced her room naked, her pussy still swollen from Marcus's cock. The air cooled her skin, hardening her nipples. Then, voices filtered through the wall—Elena's soft laugh, Marcus's low rumble. Curiosity pulled her close, she pressed her ears to the wall.

"Missed this all day," Marcus growled, the bed creaking. Fabric rustled, then a wet smack—lips meeting. Astrid's hand drifted down, her fingers tracing her slit. She was already slick, imagining his rough hands on her mom.

Elena moaned, breathy. "Fuck me hard, baby. I've been wet thinking about you." The bed thumped rhythmically, skin slapping skin. Marcus grunted, "That's it, take my cock. Your pussy's gripping me tight."

Astrid's clit throbbed; she circled it slowly, dipping two fingers inside her hole. The sounds painted pictures—him pounding Elena doggy style, balls smacking her ass.

"You like that? My thick dick stretching you?"

" Yes! Deeper," Elena gasped, voice rising. Astrid matched the pace, fucking herself with three fingers now, her juices dripping down her thighs. Her free hand pinched her nipple, twisting hard. Marcus's voice turned filthy: "Gonna fill you up, make you leak my cum all night."

The bed slammed faster, Elena's cries peaking "Oh god, cum in me!" A roar from Marcus, then wet squelches as he unloaded.

Astrid's orgasm hit like a wave, her pussy clenching emptily, cream soaking her hand. She regretted not bringing her sex toy now. She bit her lip to stay quiet, but the aftershocks left her needy, let her body feels like it was on fire. The room fell silent, heavy breathing fading to snores. Elena must've passed out quick. But Astrid burned, untouched since the car, her cunt aching for more. She rubbed harder, chasing another peak. Her legs were spread on the bed, ass grinding the sheets.

The door creaked open sudden. Astrid froze, her fingers buried deep. Her eyes widened. Marcus stood there, shirtless, jeans low on his hips, cock half-hard and glistening. His eyes raked her naked form—tits heaving, pussy spread and wet. '"Fuck, Astrid. Couldn't sleep either?"

She pulled her fingers out, slick strings connecting them to her hole. "Please... I heard you. I... I need you so bad." Her voice begged. She parted her legs wider, showing her pink folds.

He stepped in, shutting the door soft. "Your mom's out cold. Fucked her quick, but she didn't suck me good after. She left me wanting." His gaze darkened, cock twitching to full mast, veiny and thick. "You gonna finish what she started?"

Astrid nodded frantically, sliding off the bed to her knees. "Yes, stepdaddy. Let me taste you." She crawled closer, her mouth watering at the mix of cum and Elena's juices on his shaft. Wrapping her lips around the head, she sucked hard, her tongue swirled the salty precum. Marcus groaned, his hand fisting her hair. "That's my dirty girl. Deeper."

She took him inch by inch, her throat relaxing to swallow half his length. Gags bubbled as she bobbed, saliva dripping down her chin, coating his balls. "Fuck! Your mouth's better than hers," he rasped, hips thrusting gentle. " Suck those nuts too." Astrid obeyed, popping off to lick his sack, sucking one ball then the other, humming vibrations. Her pussy clenched, juices puddling on the floor.

"Enough," he pulled her up, tossing her on the bed face down. "Ass up. I'm gonna wreck this tight cunt." Astrid arched, her cheeks spread. Her hole winking at him. Marcus spat on her pussy, rubbing it in with his thumb. "So fucking wet. Been fingering yourself to me fucking your mom?"

" Yes," she whimpered, pushing her ass back. " "I.. I heard your cock slamming her. It made me so horny."

He lined up, slamming in balls-deep in one thrust. Astrid cried out as her walls stretched around his girth, the burn felt delicious. "Quiet, slut. Don't wake the pack." He pounded her ruthlessly, his hips snapping as his cock dragged her g-spot every plunge. Wet slaps echoed in the room, her ass rippled from impacts. "This pussy's mine now. Tighter than your mom's worn-out hole."

"Please... fuck me harder!" Astrid begged, fisting the sheets. His hand cracked her ass cheek, red bloom spreading. "Like that? You love stepdaddy's cock abusing you?" Another spank, then fingers in her mouth. She sucked them like his dick, drool spilling.

"Yes, if this is abuse, then I love to be abused."

When did this his innocent little girl get so dirty. Marcus flipped her over, putting her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half. He drove deeper, his tip kissing her cervix. "Look at me while I breed you. I'm gonna pump this womb full."

Astrid's tits bounced wildly, her nipples begged. He latched on one, biting it hard, sucking bruises. Her clit ground his pelvis.

"Cum in me, please," she panted, her nails raking his back.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

Aaron stood there, his eyes blazing red, fury twisting his face. "What the fuck is this?"

Marcus froze mid-thrust, his cock still buried in Astrid's spasming pussy. She yelped, trying to cover herself , but her legs locked around him. "Dad! It's not—"

Aaron's laugh was bitter, stepping in and slamming the door. "Don't lie, pup. I smelled him on you the second you stepped out of that car. His cum in your cunt, all the way from home." His gaze dropped to where Marcus's dick stretched her wide, juices glistening. "Who knew my little girl's been whoring for her stepdad. Pack's full of secrets, but this? In my house?"