บททั้งหมดของ Mated To My Ex's Father (Alpha Damon): บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

I noticed that Kira has been behaving somehow lately, the way she had been frowning or tired. It wasn’t subtle. Not to me. I pay attention to details. I always have. Especially when it comes to people I care about. The way her brows pulled together even when she thought no one was watching. The way her shoulders slumped, like she was carrying something too heavy for her small frame. Even after that day—after that incident where I helped her—she changed.She refused to talk to me the way she used to do.It was like a switch flipped overnight.Her eyes… that was the worst part. She refused to make any eye contact with me. The girl who used to look at me without fear, without hesitation, now looked everywhere else but at me. Even earlier today, when I tried to talk to her, she walked past me like I wasn’t even there. And I wasn’t talking to her. Not because I didn’t want to. Because she didn’t give me the chance.She has been behaving oddly different throughout, and I wondered why.“She

I spent two days in the hospital.Two long days that felt unreal, like I was floating between sleep and waking, between pain and numbness. When I finally became aware enough to understand what had happened, that was when I found out it was the Alpha who had saved me.Damon.The Alpha.He did not visit whenever I was awake. At first, I thought maybe he had already done his part and moved on. I told myself not to expect anything else. But then the nurses talked. Quietly, thinking I was asleep.They said he usually came at night.That he would stand by my bed for a long time when I was sleeping. That he checked my vitals himself sometimes, even though he did not need to. That he asked the doctor questions in a low voice, serious and sharp, like he was memorizing every detail.I did not know how to feel about that.Part of me was grateful. Deeply grateful. Another part of me felt uncomfortable, because I did not understand why he would care that much. I knew how busy the company was. I kn

He kept dragging me until we reached the elevator.The doors slid open with a soft sound, and he pulled me inside without releasing my wrist. The elevator moved smoothly, too smoothly, and the silence between us felt loud. I stared at him, my chest rising and falling unevenly.“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice coming out smaller than I wanted it to.He did not answer.His face was unreadable, jaw tight, eyes fixed forward as if I was not standing right beside him. That made my unease worse. When the elevator finally stopped and the doors opened, I realized this was not just any floor.It was his exclusive elevator.We stepped out into the VIP garage, the space wide and polished, expensive cars lined neatly like obedient soldiers. Before I could react, he pulled me toward his car. He opened the door, pushed me gently but firmly into the seat, and reached across me to lock the seatbelt himself.The closeness made my breath hitch.He walked around to the driver’s side, got in,

By the time we reached the airport, the night had thinned into something sharp and metallic. Everything felt rushed, clipped, urgent, like the world itself had decided not to wait for explanations.Security moved fast when it was me. Doors opened, phones rang, people bowed their heads and stepped aside. Normally, that control grounded me. Tonight, it barely registered.All I could focus on was her.Kiera walked beside me, her steps slower than usual, shoulders slightly slumped. She tried to hide her exhaustion, but I could see it in the way her eyes struggled to stay open, in the way she leaned just a little closer to me as we passed through the private terminal.“You can sit for a moment,” I told her quietly when we reached the lounge.She shook her head. “I am fine,” she said, but her voice was thin.You are not, I thought, but I did not argue. She had endured too much already, and tonight had pulled her even further from whatever sense of normal she still clung to.The jet was alre

I gently carried her out of the company.She did not even stir, her head resting against my chest, her arms loose around my neck like she trusted the ground beneath her would not disappear. Her body felt light, too light for how much strength she carried through the day. I could feel the exhaustion in the way she breathed, slow and uneven, like her body had finally given up the fight to stay awake.The car was already waiting when we stepped outside. The cold bit at my face immediately, sharp and unforgiving, but I adjusted my hold on her and shielded her as much as I could. The door opened without a word. Everything moved smoothly, silently.As soon as I sat at the back, James glanced back through the mirror, cautious and observant, then continued driving without asking questions. He had learned long ago not to.The city lights blurred past as we drove. I leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment, letting the weight of the day settle. Every decision I made echoed in my mind. The coll