All Chapters of My Ex's Father Is My Alpha Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elara“Because in the next three seconds, you'll wish you had. It won't matter how much you begged, I'm not letting you leave.”That was enough warning for anyone who had working ears. Mine, however, had packed their bags, signed a lease on a new apartment, and completely cut contact with my brain.I didn't move. I just looked up into his dark, burning eyes and let the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating between us.“One,” he whispered. The low rumble of his voice vibrated straight through my chest.My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird. My fingers flexed instinctively against his bare skin, feeling the wild, rapid, thumping beat of his own heart underneath. He wasn't as calm as his Alpha persona pretended to be. He was completely on the edge.“Two.” His gaze dropped to my lips. The heavy scent of wet cedarwood, rain, and raw danger wrapped around my senses, pulling me under.I held my breath.“Three.”The word barely left his mouth before his last shred of restraint

Elara I woke up the next morning and felt way worse than yesterday. Ugh. Stupid me, honestly. What the fuck was I thinking? I had literally handed him the matches to burn down my own dignity. Ignoring the slight, nagging throb between my legs, I dragged myself out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I slammed the door and turned the shower handle as far to the right as it would go. The water came out scalding hot, nearly steaming, but I didn't care. I stepped right under it, letting the heat burn into my skin. I grabbed the harsh bar of soap and began to scrub. I scrubbed my arms. I scrubbed my chest. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was bright pink, raw, and stinging beneath the rushing water. I didn't even know how their wolf biology worked yet, I was just trying to wash away the memory of him. I wanted to scrape the feeling of his calloused thumbs off my stomach. A lapse in judgment, his stupid voice mocked in my head. “Stupid,” I muttered to myself, shutting off

Elara’s POVWhat the hell was Fiona doing here?Of course it was her. But even though I didn't ask the question out loud, her gaze still shifted directly over to me. She locked eyes with me and gave me a low, taunting smirk.I scoffed at the sheer audacity of it before moving closer to the main grounds with Finn, trying my best to ignore her presence.“You think I'm going to partner with you today?” Finn asked me, nudging my shoulder playfully.“I think it all depends on Beta Dan,” I said, managing a small smile as I jogged forward toward the man.Finn nodded beside me, his tone shifting into something a bit more serious. “Even if I don't get to spar with you, anyone is fine... as long as it's not him.”I chuckled at his response, knowing exactly who he meant.Just then, Beta Dan called us all forward. He wasted no time and began to assign sparring partners for the morning drills. Unexpectedly, Finn and I were assigned together.Finn looked at me, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips. “I

Damon’s POV‘Yours?’ Maverick mocked, ‘I thought you wanted her out of your world for "our" own good? And honestly, looking at them from here... I think they look kind of cute together. Finn seems like a nice guy. I bet they'll have really cute babies, too.’‘Shut up,’ I snapped, forcing up a mental wall. The thought of another man touching her grated on my nerves, sending a dark, toxic wave of jealousy straight through my veins. I didn't care if Finn was a good guy, and I didn't care about his intentions. The mere idea of his hands on her waist made my knuckles ache to break his jaw. Elara was mine, whether she accepted it or not, and I would rip the throat out of any male stupid enough to forget that.My focus snapped back to the ring the second Fiona stepped directly into Elara's space.“Let’s quit the chitchat, Fiona. If you want to spar with me so badly, stop barking and step into the ring.” Her words echoed loudly across the place. I couldn't tell if she was just incredibly stup

Elara’s POVHis breath fanned across my lips, hot and heavy, sending a traitorous jolt of electricity straight down my spine.“Now,” Damon whispered, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register that made my knees feel dangerously weak. “Let me heal your face.”I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to tell him to get out of my face, to get out of my life. But before my brain could coordinate my tongue, he leaned in.He didn’t kiss me. Instead, the rough, wet heat of his tongue swiped directly over my split cheekbone.A sharp gasp caught in my throat. I braced myself for the sting, my fingers digging hard into the fabric of his shirt to push him away, but the pain never came. The moment his saliva touched the open wound, a blinding, intoxicating wave of heat rushed through my skin. The throbbing ache from Fiona’s knuckles vanished instantly, replaced by a soothing warmth that felt like liquid gold knitting my flesh back together.My head rolled back against the cold brick wall, a s