CHAPTER 5: MARRYING HIS STEP-DAD

DAMON'S POV

I had watched her from afar since she entered here with her friend. Her hair, her eyes, I didn't know why her features looked unique, making her extraordinarily beautiful.

I had never seen someone as beautiful as her before.

Yes, I had been bedding as many women as I could, and all of them were classy and sophisticated, but this one was unique!

Something popped up in my head, and I widened my eyes slightly before retrieving my phone from my pocket. I sat at the upper part of the club, where no one could see me from below, but I could see them. I was more like a vulture here.

"She looks like her."

A voice brought me back to reality, but I didn't need to turn to know who it was.

It was my second-in-command, Darius.

"She does, and it's so shocking." Staring at the picture on my phone, I pushed it back into my trousers.

"I have told you about her before, remember?" Darius said, and now I understood what he meant.

"But Maribeth’s eyes were blue, and her hair was black." It was as if I was telling myself rather than him.

He was right, somehow. He had told me about Soraya, my stepson's wife, but I had never once listened to him.

No, there was no way Maribeth was back.

It was just that they had the same beautiful face, heart-shaped pink lips, and pale rose skin.

"And the fool is here again and again, leaving his wife all alone." Darius turned his eyes to the ground floor, and I found myself clenching my fists around the railing.

Dorian was here with that bitch.

They had been coming to this club countless times, enjoying and fucking each other while his wife was at home, all alone.

But today, the pain was too much when I turned to the lady who was now sitting alone on the stool.

Her eyes landed on her husband, and she looked shocked and sad.

Before I knew it, she was drinking.

"Wait here, I’m coming." With that, I walked away, descending the stairs, leaving Darius shocked behind me.

Well, this was not how Alpha-King Damon Sterling behaved.

I had always been a man of standards. I never interfered in anyone’s business—especially not with women, as they threw themselves at me.

But today was different.

"It isn't good for a beautiful lady to drink like that," I said, already so close to her that I could smell her beautiful scent of silver rain and moonflower.

My heart skipped a beat.

I had never smelled something so divine.

This was incredibly unique.

Who was this woman?

And for the first time in my life, I found myself being drawn to her.

I tried to push that thought to the back of my mind. I never wanted to love again, especially not my stepson's wife.

But I couldn’t stop myself.

We continued for a couple of moments until I found myself saying something I never thought I would say to my supposed stepdaughter-in-law.

But who would have thought that Dorian and his bitch had broken her heart?

I still didn't know how they broke her, but I would make sure to find out.

Dammit!

I was already drawn to her!

Fuck!

The way she spoke, the way her unique amber eyes stared at me lazily under the influence of alcohol—

I was losing it.

"Do you want me to waste you?"

And that was how the walls around my heart started to break, one by one.

Events shifted so fast that I found myself in my private suite within the hotel, with her on my bed, which I never let anyone sleep on.

And that was not enough.

I wanted her not just for today but for a whole fucking year until I found out what was special about her.

"Yes, I want you to waste me."

"Please waste me!" Did she even know what she was saying!

"You are playing with fire, little wolf."

"Then let it burn me!"

Her words made the papers shake in my hand, and I sighed.

I knew I was doing the wrong thing.

I knew I shouldn’t take advantage of her in this state.

But I couldn’t stop myself.

"Then sign!" I growled impatiently.

She put her signature on the document before I tossed the papers onto the bedside table, focusing instead on pleasuring her.

Tonight, she would forget about that bastard and focus on me.

Just the thought of Dorian hurting a strand of her hair made me furious.

Wait…

What was wrong with me?

Why was I suddenly behaving like a possessed husband to her?

Pushing that infuriating thought away, I turned to her, ready to enjoy her.

I swear, I would make her mine at any cost.

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SORAYA'S POV

"Still thinking of Mr. Sexy?"

Geraldina’s voice brought me back from my thoughts as I scooped another serving of ice cream, placing it in a cone before handing it over to her to give to a customer.

"N-No! Of course not. I-It was a mistake."

I blushed at her words, dropping my gaze to the ice cream bucket.

I knew what I had done two days ago was unlike me.

But why did it feel right?

Why did I enjoy it so much?

The man was too good at it.

He made me feel like I was in heaven.

Alpha Dorian had never made me feel like that before.

Now, I wished to meet him again.

What was his name again?

Dammit! I couldn’t remember.

And again, I had never seen someone as handsome as him.

"You will keep swinging your head like that, and you’ll end up breaking it."

I jumped at Geraldina’s words.

"If you want, I can take you there after work today to see if you can see..."

"Good afternoon, ladies."

A deep, cold voice that gave me déjà vu pulled me from my thoughts, and I couldn’t breathe when my eyes landed on him.

"I am Damon. I’m here for my wife, Lady Soraya."

I was shocked to my bones.

Even the customers in the ice cream shop owned by Geraldina, couldn’t stop stealing glances at me.

At the same time, they seemed scared.

As if they had seen a ghost.

They were even trembling as they turned to the stranger—Mr. Sexy.

He was here.

And now that it wasn’t night and I wasn’t drunk…

The man looked like a real devil.

Or was he the devil’s son?

I wasn’t sure.

His height made it seem as though he was the only person in the room.

"I-I am not your wife!" I gasped, shocked.

But not as much as when Geraldina spoke next.

"A-Alpha-King Sterling?"

"What?" I blurted out in shock.

H-He couldn’t be Dorian’s stepfather… right?

"Nice to know that you know me. And now, if you would help guide my wife to the car, that would be appreciated."

The man took Geraldina’s hand  who had been staring at both of us with an annoying smile and kissed her knuckles before turning to me.

"I am not your wife," I blurted out, feeling embarrassed as flashes of him between my legs replayed in my mind.

"And here is your sign of agreement!"

The man turned to another, a blonde-haired man behind him, who handed him a document.

"Y-You made me sign those?"

I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes.

A one-year contract marriage?

"I know, but you did it. And in exchange, you were able to..."

"Please stop!"

I was already beside him, too embarrassed, realizing what he was about to say.

"Now, do you agree to go with me?"

"B-But you are my husband’s stepfather."

I murmured, playing with the hem of my apron.

"And if my memory serves me right, I never had any child with Samantha named Dorian."

He stopped, placing a hand on my hair.

"Now, let’s go home, my little wife, or else I will have to tell everyone that I-I..."

"What if I agree… with a condition?"

I blurted out, shocking myself.

"Which is?"

"I will be your wife if you help me make Dorian and Elara crawl back to me, begging for my forgiveness for everything they did to me!"

"Deal!"

An evil smile played at the corner of my lips.

It seemed the moon goddess was still fair to me though.

"Deal!"

What better revenge than marrying his stepfather?