All Chapters of Mated To My Ex's Father (Alpha Damon): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

TWO WEEKS LATER The morning had arrived like a soft promise. Sunlight filtered delicately through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the dresser room. I sat there, still slightly trembling with excitement, as the makeup artist worked meticulously, brushing blush onto my cheeks, highlighting my eyes, and curling my lashes just so. My heart thumped in an uneven rhythm that refused to slow. Today was the day. My wedding day.I slowly rose, my body still adjusting to the strange new weight pressing gently against my stomach. Only a month into pregnancy, and already the swell was unmistakable. I placed my hands on it instinctively, almost as if protecting this tiny, miraculous life that I had begun to carry. But my gaze shifted downwards, and I froze for a moment. My wedding gown. The fabric cascaded over me, heavy yet elegant, hugging my frame in ways I had only dreamed of.It caught me off guard. Two weeks ago, I had laughed at Damon’s question, thinking he was joking. He h

I left Kiera resting in her room, ensuring the door was locked behind me. She had looked exhausted, her face pale, delicate, even in the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. There was no way she could deal with anything else right now. Not the guests, not the chatter, not the attention that always followed us. I had given the orders clearly: she stays here. Rest. Eat. Do nothing else.The hallway outside was immaculate, as it always was, and my steps echoed sharply against the marble floors. The villa was already buzzing with preparation for the social gathering I had scheduled—business associates, partners, and a few key figures from neighboring territories. I needed to make an appearance, as always. Control, poise, dominance: every movement I made would speak before my words ever did.As soon as I entered the main hall, a few of my assistants approached immediately. Their respect was instinctive, ingrained through years of training and observation.“Alpha Damon,” one of

(Continuation – Morning After)Morning came quietly.The soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, resting gently against Kiera’s face. She stirred slightly, her brows knitting as she shifted under the covers.A small yawn escaped her lips.Her body still felt heavy, but not in a bad way. It was the kind of tiredness that came after something meaningful, something overwhelming. The wedding. The emotions. The way everything had changed in just one day.Her fingers moved across the bed beside her.Empty.She blinked slowly, her eyes opening fully now.“Damon…?” she murmured softly.No response.She pushed herself up, sitting carefully on the bed. The oversized nightgown she wore slipped slightly over her shoulder, and she adjusted it lazily, still half-asleep.He wasn’t there.That alone was enough to make her more awake.She slid off the bed slowly and walked toward the door, her steps light, her mind still trying to catch up with her body.As she stepped out into the hallwa

The night smelled like alcohol, sweat, and trouble.Lucas leaned back against the worn leather couch, his head tilted slightly, eyes half-lidded as the noise of the club pulsed around him.Music blasted.Bodies moved.Laughter, loud and careless, filled the air.But none of it reached him.Not really.Everything felt… distant.Blurry.His fingers twitched slightly against his thigh.Weak.Too weak.He clenched his jaw.Damn it.The wolfbane was still in his system.He could feel it.Like poison crawling through his veins, suppressing everything that made him who he was.His strength.His senses.His wolf.Gone.Or at least… buried so deep he couldn’t reach it.And he hated it.He hated every second of it.---“You think you can just sit there like nothing happened?”The voice snapped through the noise.Lucas didn’t move immediately.He already knew.Trouble.He exhaled slowly, lifting his head just enough to glance at them.A group of men stood in front of him.Rough.Dirty.The kind

Lucas woke up to silence. Everywhere quiet, suspiciously quiet and calm. Not the peaceful kind.The heavy kind.The kind that made your ears ring.His eyes fluttered open slowly, light stabbing into them immediately. He's eyes shut tight quickly.He groaned.Everything hurt.His head.His chest.Even his fingers felt like they had been crushed and stitched back together.“What the hell, shit,it hurts …” he muttered under his breath.His voice was rough.Dry.Unfamiliar even to hear even to himself.---He blinked a few times, forcing his blurry vision to clear.White ceiling. Fancy chandelier.Clean.Too clean and spacious.That was the first thing that felt wrong.Lucas frowned slightly.This wasn’t where he last remembered being.He turned his head slowly.Big mistake.Pain shot through his skull instantly.“Shit,oh fuck ,holy cow,” he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut.---Memories came in fragments.The club.The fight.The humans.The iron rod.That girl.His drowsy eyes snapped o