Semua Bab Mated To My Ex's Father (Alpha Damon): Bab 31 - Bab 40

I should have been enjoying the ball.The music was loud, the lights expensive, the she-wolves flirting, the entire pack gathered in admiration of my father—the Alpha—and his spotless reputation. Everyone bowed, nodded, toasted. Normally, I soaked in the attention. Normally, I owned the room the moment I walked in.But tonight, the only thing that occupied my mind…was her.Kiera.The moment she slapped me—right in front of everyone—I felt it.Shock first.Then anger.Then something twisted, painful, pathetic—longing.No other girl had ever dared to lay a hand on me. Not in public. Not in private. Not ever.But Kiera…She was different. She always had been.And now she was slipping away from me.Into someone else’s orbit.Into my father’s orbit.I watched her from the far edge of the ballroom, hidden by the shadows cast by the hanging chandeliers. She looked… different tonight. Stronger. Colder. More sure of herself. And for some insane reason, that made me want her even more.Someone

After that ball night and that frenzy night at the Alpha’s villa, I arrived at work this morning with my shoulders stiff and my heart heavier than usual. The building looked the same from the outside—tall glass walls reflecting the early sunlight, guards standing at their posts, employees streaming in with their badges—but the atmosphere felt different the moment I stepped inside.Everyone was whispering about me.I felt it before I fully registered it. The sudden pauses in conversations. The way voices dropped when I walked past. The glances—some curious, some envious, some openly judgmental—followed me down the hallway like invisible fingers brushing against my skin. I kept my head straight, my expression neutral, pretending not to notice, but inside, my chest tightened with every step.I knew this would happen.They had seen me with him.They had seen me beside their boss, the CEO, the Alpha himself, at the gala meeting. They had seen the way we stood too close, the way his attenti

By noon, the entire office felt… different.Not loud, not chaotic—just buzzing. Like a hive stirred by something sweet and dangerous at the same time. I could feel it in the air the moment I stepped out of the records room, a strange undercurrent of excitement humming beneath the usual keyboard clicks and ringing phones.Whispers floated past me as I walked down the aisle between cubicles.“…Did you hear?”“…Rosina said it herself…”“…The Alpha really adores her…”I slowed my steps, pretending to adjust the files in my hands while my ears strained to catch more.One of the girls—high-pitched voice, too cheerful—laughed softly. “Just one word from her, and the Alpha already approved it. A free dinner tonight. For everyone.”Another squealed. “At that restaurant! The biggest one in the city!”I stopped breathing for half a second.A company dinner?My grip tightened on the folder. In all the years I’d worked here—years of staying late, fixing mistakes that weren’t mine, swallowing insul

I pressed my lips together as I stood outside Rosina’s office, the faint hum of the intercom still ringing in my ears. My fingers tightened around the porcelain cup of coffee I had just delivered, the heat seeping into my skin like a slow, deliberate burn. The entire morning had been nothing but tension layered on tension, and now this—this was just the final insult sprinkled on an already bleeding wound.Rosina was collecting her things with sharp, clipped movements, the kind that spoke of rage tightly leashed beneath a polished smile. Anyone who didn’t know her would think she was calm, composed, in control. But I could feel it—no, I could sense it—the anger radiating off her like heat from molten stone. The air in her office was thick, heavy, as though it might suffocate me if I stayed too long.She smiled, the corners of her lips lifting in that sweet, dangerous way of hers, and pressed the intercom button.“Bring me a cup of coffee,” she said smoothly. “And make sure Kira deliver

I refused when he offered to drop me at my apartment that day, but I never once looked in his direction. I kept my face turned to the window, my expression carefully blank, my heart locked away behind walls I was forcing myself to believe were unbreakable. I gave him the cold shoulder the entire ride. Short answers. No eye contact. Silence thick enough to choke on. When we arrived, I stepped out without a goodbye and shut the door harder than necessary.That weekend passed in a blur.I barely left my apartment. Just a few hours here and there—quick grocery runs, buying necessities, nothing extra. No wandering. No lingering. I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to think. I cleaned, rearranged, folded and unfolded clothes that didn’t need folding, wiped surfaces that were already spotless. Anything to keep my hands busy and my mind numb.But no matter how hard I tried, dread sat heavy in my chest.Monday was coming.And Monday meant war.I knew it. I felt it in my bones. I would h