All Chapters of Mated To My Ex's Father (Alpha Damon): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

108 Chapters

You're Jealous

Morning felt different.Not loud. Not dramatic. Just… warm.I woke up slowly, not because of an alarm, but because sunlight slipped through the thin curtains and settled gently across the bed. For a moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t even open my eyes fully.I felt him before I saw him.His arm was wrapped securely around my waist, heavy but comforting. His breathing was steady against the back of my neck. His chest rose and fell in slow rhythm.And then it hit me.It was him.The stranger.The Alpha.Damon.All the pieces had finally aligned.I turned carefully in his arms to face him. He was still asleep. In daylight, he looked different. Less intimidating. Softer somehow. His hair slightly messy, his expression unguarded.I reached up slowly and brushed my fingers over the mark on his chest.He stirred.His eyes opened lazily, adjusting to the light, and when he saw me watching him, the corner of his mouth lifted.“Good morning,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.“Good morning,” I

The Perfect Secretary

A week later, the air inside the company felt different.Not tense.Not chaotic.Different.People were whispering again but not in the way they used to.This time the whispers followed me.“The perfect secretary.”I heard it near the elevator.Again near the records department.Even in the cafeteria.At first, I thought it was sarcasm. A mockery wrapped in politeness. But the more I listened, the more I realized something strange.They meant it.I walked through the hallway with my usual posture back straight, chin level, files held neatly against my chest. I refused to change the way I carried myself just because my relationship with the Alpha had shifted.Inside the office, I was still Kiera.Not his woman.Not someone to fear.Not someone to worship.Just Kiera.Efficient. Observant. Focused.And I intended to keep it that way.“Good morning,” I greeted the finance manager as I stepped into the boardroom with the weekly reports.He stood up immediately.Too quickly.“Good mornin

Two Weeks Travel

The city lights blurred outside the windshield as we drove back to my apartment.I could feel his eyes on me.Not once.Not twice.Consistently.I kept staring ahead at first, pretending not to notice. But when the silence stretched too long, I turned slightly.“Why don’t you focus?” I muttered. “Want to cause an accident or what?”He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he shifted his hand from the steering wheel and placed it over mine where it rested on my lap. His thumb brushed slowly against my knuckles.“No,” he said calmly. “I’m just looking at this beautiful creation… wondering how lucky I was to get it.”I let out a small chuckle.“You’re unbelievable.”He smirked faintly but finally returned his full attention to the road.“You knew what you were doing when you chose those words,” I added.“I always know.”That was true.He didn’t speak carelessly. Every sentence from him felt deliberate. Measured. Intentional.When we pulled into my apartment complex, something about the air

Missing Him Badly, Craving His Touch

It had been one week.Seven days.I didn’t realize how long seven days could feel until he wasn’t around.I sat at my desk staring at the screen longer than necessary, the numbers on the spreadsheet slightly blurred because my eyes were tired. Not physically. Just tired.The time difference was cruel.When I called, he was either in a meeting, driving between branches, or dealing with something urgent. When he called, I was usually in the office, surrounded by directors and files and expectations.We talked.But not the way we used to.Not slowly.Not comfortably.It was always rushed.“How are you?”“I’m fine. You?”“Busy.”“Eat properly.”“You too.”“I’ll call later.”Later never lasted long enough.Still, I knew he was trying. I could see it in his face during video calls. The faint shadows under his eyes. The way he loosened his tie like he hadn’t had a proper breath all day.He kept saying, “It’s under control.”But I knew him.When things were truly under control, he didn’t look

Fainted

By noon the next day, I couldn’t stand the silence anymore.The villa was too quiet.It was strange how a place so large could feel so empty. Every step I took echoed slightly. Every door I opened reminded me he wasn’t there. Even the sunlight coming through the tall windows felt colder.I stood in the kitchen for a while, staring at the refrigerator like it had personally offended me.When I opened it, the inside was almost bare.Water bottles.A half-finished carton of juice.Some leftover sauces.Nothing real.Nothing comforting.I closed it slowly.“Great,” I muttered.Maybe going out would help. Fresh air. Movement. Something normal. Something that didn’t involve sitting around thinking about how much I missed him.And maybe later, I would swim.The pool outside had always been beautiful. Calm. Clear. Surrounded by tall hedges and silence. I hadn’t used it in so long. It used to feel like a luxury.Today, it felt like therapy.I imagined myself floating in the water, recording a

You're Pregnant

I don’t remember the flight.I don’t remember sitting down.I don’t remember fastening the belt.I don’t remember takeoff.All I remember is the call.It was already noon on my side. I had just finished reviewing financial reports when my phone rang from an unknown number. I almost ignored it. Almost.“Hello?”“Sir, are you Mr. Damon?”“Yes.”“We are calling from the Alpha City General Hospital. There’s a lady named Kiera who fainted earlier today. She was rushed to the hospital. You were listed as her emergency contact.”Emergency contact.My chest tightened so fast I couldn’t breathe for a second.“What happened?” I asked.“We believe it may not be severe, because —”I didn’t let him finish.“I’m coming.”I ended the call and stood up so abruptly my chair nearly fell back.My assistant rushed inside immediately. “Sir?”“Prepare my jet, and cancel all projects.”“Sir, you still have ”“Prepare. My. Jet and . cancel. all project or handle it yourself.”My voice must have said enough

Words Of Confirmation

She kept staring at me.Like I had just spoken a language she didn’t understand.“What did you say?” she whispered.Her eyes were wide. Confused. Searching my face for any sign that I was joking.I wasn’t.I moved closer to her on the bed and gently stroked her hair back from her forehead. Her skin was still pale, still fragile looking under the hospital lights.I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.“You’re pregnant,” I repeated quietly.The words felt different the second time.Real.Heavy.Beautiful.She didn’t blink.She didn’t smile.She didn’t react the way I imagined she would.She just stared at me.Like the meaning hadn’t fully reached her yet.Then the door opened softly.The doctor walked in again, but this time his expression had changed. There was recognition there now. Respect. His posture straighter. His voice more careful.He bowed slightly.“Alpha.”So he found out.I never make it obvious who I am unless I need to. Only high-ranking members of the pack

Like Home

It was strange. I had been a father before. Everyone knew Lucas was my son. I never hid that. I raised him. I taught him how to walk, how to read, how to fight. I watched him fall and get back up. I carried him on my shoulders. I signed his school forms. I was there for every fever, every birthday, every nightmare. But Lucas was adopted. I chose him. I loved him. I built fatherhood with him over time. This… This felt different. It wasn’t better. It wasn’t replacing anything. It was just different. It felt raw. Instinctive. Primal. There was something about knowing that inside Kiera right now was a life that carried my blood. My name. My strength. My weakness. A part of me I had never seen before. It made my chest feel tight. Not in fear. It wasn’t about blood alone. It was about the fact that it was her. Kiera. Something we created without even planning it. Without preparing speeches. Without discussing legacy or pack politics. Just us. Just one careless, b

Planning Wedding

It hadn’t even been three days.Three days since she came home.Three days since I watched her eat half my kitchen and laugh without fear.Three days since I placed my hand over her stomach and silently promised to protect both of them.And I was already planning a wedding.Not because I felt pressured.Not because of the pregnancy.But because I knew.I had known for a while.The pregnancy only made it clearer.I wanted her as my wife.Officially.Completely.Irrevocably.That morning, I was in my office before sunrise. The city was still waking up when I walked in, but my assistant was already waiting with files stacked neatly on the desk.“You barely slept, sir,” he said carefully.“I sleep enough,” I replied, taking my seat.He didn’t argue. He never does.We went through numbers. Expansion plans. A pending contract with one of our international partners. Pack matters that required my approval.Halfway through the meeting, my phone buzzed.A reminder.Appointment — 11:30.I closed

I'm Not Cute Anymore

She looked up the moment I called her name.And my heart nearly stopped.Her face was scrunched up, brows pulled together, eyes glossy like she had been holding something in for too long. Her cheeks looked warm — almost flushed — and for a split second I thought she had a fever.I dropped everything in my hands.The bags hit the floor without me caring what was inside them.I crossed the distance between us in seconds and crouched in front of her.“Kiera.”I placed my hand on her forehead, then her cheek.“Are you okay? What’s wrong? Are you feeling pain? Dizzy? Tell me.”She just stared at me.I wasn’t used to this version of her.Every day since she came home, she would wait for me.Right at the door.The second she heard the car, she’d rush over and open it before I could.She’d wrap her arms around me like an excited six-year-old who hadn’t seen her favorite person in years.That was our routine.That was her.But today?She didn’t move.She didn’t greet me.She didn’t even smile.

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