บททั้งหมดของ Mated To My Ex's Father (Alpha Damon): บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The moment we stepped into the villa, I felt it again—that unsettling flutter in my stomach that only Damon seemed capable of awakening.It was stupid. Irritating. Wrong.And yet… it was there. Persistent. Warm.Dangerous.He shrugged off his coat, tossing it lazily over a chair before turning to me with that slow, knowing smirk that made my pulse trip.“You can make yourself at home,” he said, voice smooth, rich, effortlessly commanding. “I’ll prepare dinner.”I blinked. “No—no, I can prepare it. Or at least help you.”He raised a brow, amused. “Already acting like the *luna*, hm? My wife?”I froze. Heat shot straight up my neck.My mouth opened… no words came out.“I’m not— I didn’t—” I stammered.Damon chuckled—deep, warm, maddeningly soft. The kind of laugh a man wasn’t supposed to have. The kind that slipped under a woman’s skin and lingered there.“I’ll handle dinner. Just rest,” he said, tapping my forehead lightly with one finger, like he was dismissing me.I forced myself to

“Oh god, inside of me, ahhhhh, it felt like fire and lightning all mixed together, his cock so deep, stretching me wide.I kept moving on him, grinding down hard, my hips rolling in that desperate rhythm that made everything blur, the heat was intense, building up from my core, spreading through my veins like molten lava. I could feel every inch of him throbbing inside, pulsing with that raw power that was Alpha damon, my Alpha, the one who claimed me without words, just with his eyes, his touch, now his body owning mine completely, i gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders, the sweat slicking our skin,Making us slide against each other in this frantic dance, he growled low in his throat, that sound vibrating through me.Making my pussy clench tighter around him, ahhhhh, yes, like that, i thought, but i couldn't speak, only moan, my head thrown back, hair whipping across my back as i rode him harder, faster, chasing that edge where pleasure turned to pain and back again, the roo

Lucas sat in my living room as if he belonged there. As if he hadn’t broken me. As if he hadn’t cheated and walked away like my feelings were disposable. His presence sucked the air from my lungs, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding and my palms suddenly damp. I sighed and leaned against the wall, exhausted already. “About what? There’s nothing left to talk about. We’re not together. We haven’t been.” “Because you ended it,” he said sharply. I blinked. “You cheated on me, Lucas.” For the first time, his confidence cracked just a small flicker ,but it was enough to make my chest tighten with old hurt. “I told you,” he said quietly, “it was a mistake.” “It was a choice,” I corrected. His jaw flexed, irritation slipping through. “Fine. Maybe it was. But we both made mistakes.” My eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me? What mistake did I make—?” “You slept with someone else,” he said bluntly. My heart stopped. Completely froze in my chest. He didn’t know it was Damon. He d

The moment Lucas walked out of my apartment with that stupid confident wink, I shut the door so fast the frame rattled. My back pressed against it, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon.My lips still tingled.Not because of Lucas.But because for one stupid, traitorous second…I imagined Damon.Damon’s hands.Damon’s mouth.Damon’s everything.I groaned, dragging both hands over my face. “Oh God… what is wrong with me?”The apartment was finally quiet again. Too quiet. The kind that echoes your heartbeat back at you and forces you to face everything you’re trying to avoid.I marched to the sofa and threw myself down with a huff. Lucas showed up out of nowhere — smiling, talking nonsense, acting like we were something important again — and then that kiss…That damn kiss.And still… my mind didn’t stay with him.It drifted.Immediately.Uncontrollably.Straight to Damon.The way he breathed against my neck.The way he said my name.The way my body reacted before my brai

By evening, my anxiety was a tangled knot in my stomach. I showered, curled my hair lightly, applied makeup twice—wiped it off—and tried again. The gown fit perfectly. Uncomfortably perfectly.I was slipping on my shoes when my phone buzzed again.A message from Damon.Damon: I'm outside, I brought the bra with me .My breath stopped.Heat shot up my neck so violently I almost choked.I threw the phone onto my bed.No—no, no, no—why would he text that? NOW?My cheeks burned as the memory of that night flashed behind my eyelids. I pressed both hands against my face, willing the blush to go away.Before I recovered, a car horn sounded outside.Damon.I forced oxygen into my lungs, grabbed my purse, and hurried out before I had time to think—or panic more than I already was.Damon stood leaning against his sleek black car, looking unfairly calm, unfairly handsome, and unfairly amused as his eyes slid down and then back up.“You clean up well,” he murmured.I rolled my eyes, though heat p