All Chapters of My Ex's Father Is My Alpha Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ElaraMy trousers were trapped around my knees. I couldn't move. The rough denim bit into my skin, but that pain was nothing compared to the suffocating presence behind me. Alpha Damon filled the small bathroom, his scent of cedar and dark forest wrapping around me like a physical restraint. My heart hammered so hard against my ribs I thought it would burst. The terrifying truth was, I was completely gone for him. I wanted this. I wanted him. The admission sent a fresh wave of heat through my body, betraying everything I stood for.Alpha Damon's hand moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of my ass before sliding down the back of my thigh. The pads of his fingers left trails of fire on my skin. My breath hitched when his journey reversed, moving upward with agonizing patience until they slipped beneath the edge of my damp panties.I let out a broken whimper, my hips arching back into his touch of their own accord. The fabric clung to me, soaked through with evidence of my

Elara “What the hell are you doing in the men's bathroom?” Jason asked, his eyes darting past my shoulder to peer into the room, clearly checking if there was anyone else inside. Seeing it empty, he turned his attention back to me, his brow pulling into a heavy, dark scowl. “Did you not hear what I just asked you?” From the sheer curiosity and annoyance in his gaze, I knew one thing for sure, he definitely hadn't seen his father leave. He had no idea Alpha Damon had just been in there with me, which meant he’d only just arrived. Looking at his face made my stomach turn. I didn't want this guy anywhere near me. I didn't even want to breathe the same air as him. “None of your business,” I replied, my voice completely flat. I didn't waste another second waiting for whatever bullshit he was about to spit out. But as I tried to walk past him, his hand suddenly shot out, grabbing my wrist to yank me back. However, with a sharp movement, my free hand whipped through the air and

Damon POV “What do you mean, I have to see it for myself?” I demanded, crossing my arms as I looked at the three pale scouts standing in my office.“It's... it's not anything we've ever seen before, Alpha,” the lead scout replied, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. “We think you'll understand it better if you just look at it.”****I followed the scouts out the back of the territory, heading straight toward the Eastern borders where they’d been patrolling.‘Do you think this has something to do with the rogue attacks, Alpha?’ Danny’s voice echoed in my head through the mind-link as we moved swiftly through the trees.I’d already mind-linked Danny to meet us on the way. If the scouts were this spooked and insisting I see whatever they found in the woods with my own eyes, I figured it was only right to have my Beta there too.‘Maybe,’ I replied shortly.Honestly, I wasn't so sure. These boys were hardened scouts; they’d seen rogues before. A simple rogue sighting wouldn't have them

Elara “Inside,” Alpha Damon growled, throwing his office door wide open and gesturing into the dark room. “Now.” I didn't want to answer him. I didn't want to submit to him. But his dark green eyes were dancing with something dangerous, so much that I just couldn't help but be forced inside. But the moment I was in, and the door clicked shut behind me, the suffocating weight of his presence made my temper flare right back up, overriding the sudden spike of fear in my chest. “Sit,” Alpha Damon commanded the second the light flickered on. “I’m fine standing,” I shot back. If he thinks he can pull whatever he believes he does best again, then he must be kidding. Because right now? I just want to get the hell out of here, not even when mom must definitely be getting worried for not following right behind her after we left the party. Alpha Damon closed the distance between us so fast it made my head spin. One second he was by the door with my arm crossed, and the next, he was to

Damon PovOne second I was drowning in the dark corner of my own mind, and the next, the freezing wind of the Redridge woods was biting at my face.I never show weakness, and that was because a single slip in control could cost me everything. I hadn't planned on snapping at her like that. Hell I didn't want to be the one to make her cry, but I just couldn't help myself when I heard she threw the first punch, despite the pack rules explicitly forbidding any unsanctioned fighting.And fucking damnit, because I'd been wrong about her again, given that I'd thought she'd went to pick fight without any reason.But back in that office, seeing the tears on her face… it had pulled at a string in my chest I was absolutely sure had died years ago. I didn't understand it. I still don't. How could she be so fiercely defiant, ready to fight the entire world, and look so pitiful at the exact same time?That momentary lapse, that stupid drop in my guard, was all Maverick needed to blindside me and f