บททั้งหมดของ Mated To My Ex's Father (Alpha Damon): บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I barely made it back to my office before my legs gave out. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. I pressed a hand against my chest, trying to calm my breathing.Why was he affecting me like this?Why did his voice echo in my head?Why did his touch still burn on my cheek?This was not normal.I was his secretary — nothing more.I should be terrified of losing this job, scared of disappointing him, focused on work…Instead, every time he looked at me, something inside me twisted, tightened, responded.I forced myself to stand and return to my desk. I buried myself in work — typing, sorting, organizing, anything to steady my nerves. Papers blurred as I shuffled them, but the memory of his breath against my skin wouldn’t leave.Hours passed, though it felt like minutes. My body was tensed, alert, ready to jump each time footsteps echoed outside my office. Every time a shadow passed under my door, I flinched.I didn’t know what I

The house was quiet, too quiet. I slumped onto the edge of the couch, my thoughts heavy, still simmering from the confrontation with Lucas earlier. The memory of his arrogant grin, the way he had cornered me outside the company this evening, replayed in my mind like a broken record. My chest ached with anger, humiliation, and confusion all at once.I didn’t even hear my father shuffle in, a half-empty bottle in hand, mumbling about some pack business I couldn’t care less about. “Leave the house quietly,” he said, not looking at me. “I don’t need noise.”I scowled. Typical. He never cared, never asked, never really looked at me. But I didn’t respond. I just grabbed my bag, sliding it over my shoulder, letting his apathy fuel the cold resolve already building inside me.Then my phone buzzed. A number I didn’t recognize flashed across the screen. I frowned, hesitating.“Kiera,” the deep, commanding voice said when I answered. It was Damon. His voice, even over the phone, made my pulse s

"Alpha," I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair."Call me Damon," he demanded, his voice rough with need. His hands found their way under my gown, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that made me shiver. With a sudden movement, he tore open the gown, the sound of fabric ripping filling the air. I gasped, but before I could protest, he scooped me up and carried me to his room.He tossed me gently onto the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked at me. I lay there, exposed and vulnerable, as he slowly removed his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and my pussy clenched at the sight. It wasn't the first time I'd seen it, but the sheer size of him still took my breath away.He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against me. I whimpered, my body aching with need."Please, Alpha" I begged, my hips lifting to meet him."Damon," he corrected, his voice a growl. He leaned down, hi

THE MORNING AFTERMy eyes snapped open to a sharp sting in my lower back.For a moment, I didn’t understand where I was.Soft sunlight spilled across an unfamiliar ceiling, warm sheets wrapped around my bare legs, and the faint smell of sandalwood and smoke lingered in the room.Then it hit me.Last night. Damon. His villa. His hands. His mouth. His bed.I sat up so fast I winced, clutching the sheet to my chest. Every muscle in my body ached—my thighs especially. My lips were swollen. My neck… oh goddess—my neck felt bruised from his kisses.What did I do?My heartbeat raced as I turned my head.Damon wasn’t in the bed.But his shirt— his black shirt from last night—was draped over a chair.And I was wearing nothing but my underwear.“Oh no…” I whispered, covering my face.I checked the time on my dead phone—still switched off from when Damon turned it off last night—then jumped up as reality slapped me.I was almost late for work.“Shit—shit—shit—!!”My legs trembled when I tried t

The moment I opened the restroom door, the air outside felt colder—sharper. For half a second, I thought the hallway would be empty. I was wrong. He was there. Alpha Damon. Standing several feet away, his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His dark eyes lifted the moment the door clicked, locking onto mine with precision that made my pulse stutter. I froze. My breath caught. My fingers twitched at my sides. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He simply watched me. Studying me. Reading me, the way only he could—deeply, silently, too well. His eyes skimmed over my face… down my neck… lingering briefly on the faint mark he’d left last night. Heat crawled up my spine. I instinctively raised a hand to cover it. His jaw clenched. A flicker of possessiveness—quick, sharp—flashed in his gaze. I felt it like a spark against my skin. I stepped out slowly, trying to gather myself, pretending to adjust my jacket. Pretending I w