All Chapters of Mated To My Ex's Father (Alpha Damon): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As the driver was taking us back to the hotel, I was already leaning my head against the window, watching the unfamiliar streets blur past. My body was tired, my mind even more so. I thought we were done for the day, that we would return to the hotel, eat quietly, and pretend the strange tension between us did not exist.Then I heard the Alpha’s voice.“Stop here,” he said calmly. “You can rest.”The car slowed to a halt.I lifted my head, confused, and watched as the driver glanced at him through the mirror, nodded, and stepped out of the car. He bowed slightly to the Alpha before walking away to stand a short distance off.Before I could even ask what was happening, Alpha Damon opened the door and stepped out. I blinked, surprised, as he walked to the front seat.“Come,” he said, looking back at me. “Sit in front.”I hesitated. “Why?”He was already opening the driver’s door. “Just come.”I slowly got out and moved to the front passenger seat. He started the engine smoothly, like he

He walked away, leaving me behind. I stood there for a few seconds, staring at his back as he moved ahead of me, tall, rigid, shoulders tight like he was holding back something sharp and dangerous inside him. I did not know why my chest felt heavy watching him go. He had no right to act that way. No right to interfere. No right to look angry over something that was none of his business. “Why does he even care?” I muttered to myself, my voice low, almost swallowed by the quiet hallway. By the time we both entered the room, the air between us was thick and uncomfortable. He did not look at me. He went straight to his phone, already dialing someone, his voice clipped and controlled. “Make sure it is delivered within ten minutes,” he said. “Yes. Her size.” I frowned. “Delivered what?” He ended the call and finally turned to look at me. “Get ready in ten minutes. A dress will be arriving for you.” “A dress?” I blinked. “Where are we going?” “To meet some important people.” I cross

The very next day, we left back to our country. I was sad, just a little bit, and at the same time relieved. Sad because somehow, without me admitting it to myself, I had grown used to the strange quiet moments between us. Relieved because those tense moments, the ones that made my heart beat too fast and my thoughts tangle, would finally stop. Back home, things would return to normal. Or at least, that was what I kept telling myself. Inside the private jet, everything was calm. The low hum of the engine filled the space, steady and almost soothing. I sat beside Alpha Damon, my seatbelt fastened, my hands resting loosely on my lap. He was busy, as usual, his laptop open, fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. His brows were slightly drawn together, that familiar focused expression on his face. He looked like he belonged there, powerful, composed, untouchable. I tried not to stare. The night before had drained me more than I realized. Between the travel, the tension, the emotion

KEIRA'S POVThat evening, after working with Alpha in his villa, he drove me back to my apartment. The ride was quiet, not uncomfortable, just filled with the kind of silence that carried too many unspoken things. The city lights passed us by, blurred streaks of gold and white against the dark sky. My body still felt heavy from the last few days, like my bones had not fully caught up with my mind. I wanted nothing more than my own bed, my own space, walls that belonged only to me. When we reached my apartment building, he parked smoothly by the side. I unbuckled my seatbelt, my movements slow, tired. “Thank you,” I said softly. He nodded, his hands still on the steering wheel. “Get some rest.” I stepped out of the car, closed the door, and waved as he drove off. Only when his car disappeared down the road did I turn around and enter my building. I locked my door behind me, leaning against it for a brief moment as if the simple click of the lock could shut out everything that had

I sat in the office, still thinking about Lucas and our encounter in the garage. What I said, every single word, it kept replaying in my head over and over again like a broken record. The way his face changed, the way his eyes narrowed, the way my own voice sounded so firm, so cold. I pressed my lips together and leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.I was really regretting it.Not because I cared about Lucas anymore, no. That part of my life was long gone. But because of the weight of those words, because of who else might have heard them, because of the truth I had tried so hard to bury beneath professionalism and pride.I was really regretting why I said those words.I had not needed to be that sharp. I had not needed to sound so certain. I could have avoided it, brushed him off, walked away earlier. But I did not. I stood there and declared it like an oath, like something carved in stone. And now it was done.You cannot take words back once they are spoken.So I