All Chapters of Mated To My Ex's Father (Alpha Damon): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I stayed in the boardroom for hours I couldn't count.Time felt strange there, slow and heavy, like the air itself refused to move. The chairs were still arranged the same way they had been during the meeting. The screen at the front was still on, frozen on the last slide that no one bothered to close. I stood in the same spot where I had been left behind, my hands hanging uselessly by my sides.I did not sit.I did not move.I just stood there, staring at nothing.Outside the glass walls of the boardroom, life continued. Employees walked past, some pretending not to look, some not even bothering to hide it. I could hear them. Their voices carried clearly through the corridor.Low laughter.Whispers.Chattering.“Did you see her face?”“How can someone mess up something that badly?”“She thinks she deserves that position?”I closed my eyes.Every word felt like a stone thrown directly at my chest. Heavy. Precise. Painful. They were not even trying to be discreet. Why would they? I had

I just stood there with the five documents the assistants had given me.My hands were shaking slightly, though I did not realize it at first. The papers felt heavier than they should have, as if they carried more than just ink and numbers. I watched as the Alpha disappeared down the hallway, his tall figure swallowed by distance, his back straight, his steps firm. He did not look back.Not even once.Something inside me cracked at that moment.I wanted to fall right there. My knees felt weak, my body swaying slightly, but I forced myself to stay upright. Falling there would be humiliating. People were still around. People who already thought I was incompetent. People who were already whispering.It was weird. The shame burned hotter than the pain.I do not even remember how I left the building.Everything after that felt blurred, like a badly edited scene in a movie. I remembered standing outside, the evening air brushing against my face. I remembered raising my hand, a cab stopping a

I stayed a few steps behind him, my heels barely making a sound on the marble floor, but my heart was pounding as if it wanted to escape my chest. Every glance from the other guests felt like it was piercing me. I wanted to vanish, disappear into the shadows, but I could not. I had to be here. I had to follow him. Damon’s presence alone was enough to make heads turn. People moved aside, bowing, nodding, whispering under their breath, all with that same reverence I had grown used to seeing, but now it hit differently. My stomach churned with a mix of awe and something darker. Something I could not name but I knew it was dangerous. The woman at his side laughed again, low and melodic. “You really have not changed, Damon.” He smiled politely, the kind of smile that did not reach his eyes. “Neither have you,” he said. His voice was smooth, calm, but I could feel the subtle authority in it, the way it demanded attention without raising a decibel. I wanted to shrink further into myself

I watched as she drove quietly, both hands steady on the steering wheel. She did not say a word, and somehow, that silence was louder than any conversation we could have had. The city lights passed us by, reflecting faintly against the windshield. I leaned back in my seat, pretending to be busy on my phone, but I was not fooling myself.I noticed the way she kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror.Quick looks. Careful ones. As if she was afraid of being caught.I pretended not to notice. I shifted slightly, angling my body away, scrolling through emails as if something urgent had captured my attention. In truth, my thoughts were anything but calm. Her presence filled the car, heavy and distracting, and I hated how aware I was of it.The phone rang.I answered immediately, grateful for the interruption. “Talk to me.”The voice on the other end was tense. “Sir, we have a situation.”I straightened. “What kind of situation?”“It is a company problem. Stocks just dropped unexpect

This morning, I forced myself to wake up as early as possible.My body felt heavy, like it had not rested at all, but I dragged myself out of bed anyway. I could not afford to be late again. Not today. Not with everything already going wrong.I washed up quickly, dressed, and took the Alpha’s car keys from the table. Driving his car back felt strange. I appreciated the gesture more than I could put into words, yet I never had the chance to thank him properly. The moment I stepped into the company premises, everything dissolved into chaos again.I returned the car keys quietly and went about my duties like nothing was wrong.By late morning, my head was pounding.Phones rang nonstop. People rushed past me with files clutched tightly in their hands. There was panic hidden beneath forced professionalism. Meetings followed meetings, and then another meeting in his office. Everyone was on edge.I excused myself to the restroom, needing a moment to breathe and answer a call.As I washed my