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“You do not mean that.” I turned to my father then. Anger flooded me, hot and uncontrollable. “Dad, how can you go after my girlfriend?” He looked at me slowly. His eyes were cold. “First of all,” he said evenly, “she is no longer your girlfriend.” My throat tightened. “Second, it is Alpha. Not dad.” That hurt more than I expected. “And third,” he added, stepping slightly closer to her, “do not hold her hand or touch her again. If you do, you will not like what I will do to you.”

I answered while looking only at the fabric of his suit, refusing to meet his eyes. "Primrose, this is Mr. Lysander Gray Castellano. He is the powerful owner of the Castellano Group of Companies. It is a very big honor for us that he decided to be here today," Mr. Sanchez added, seemingly not noticing the thick tension between the two of us. Lysander Gray Castellano?! THE LYSANDER GRAY CASTELLANO?! The father of Xavier. I swallowed hard as the realization hit me like a physical blow. The man I was with at the bar and in that hotel room was the actual father of the man who had cheated on me and broken my heart.

“What do you mean?” “I mean… I’ve moved on,” I thought about telling him right then and there about his dad but held my tongue. I wanted a bigger show for that. “I met a hot man in a club, and he made me realize how many things I overlooked because I was in love with you.” Tyler’s entire body went rigid. The ice pack slipped from his fingers and landed on the wooden floor with a dull thud.

In truth, I should probably thank Dennis. If he hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't be who I am now. Just then, my phone rang. It was Raymond McMillan, Dennis's father. "Anna," he said, his voice warm and familiar, "are you coming back to Veldere soon? Once you're back, you can finally become my daughter-in-law." My heart skipped a beat. For him to say something like that… it meant he didn't know. He didn't know that Dennis was already with someone else.

-You'll tell them I'm your boyfriend, he replies, offended by the question. -Damon, they're more old-fashioned; if I bring someone home, they'll think differently, I say, pleading with him with my eyes to stay here. -What? They'll think I want to marry you? They'll find out I don't mind, he says, pulling me into his arms. -Damon, my dad is more difficult; I don't think it's a good idea. -Darling, I'm the boss of a criminal organization, I own a chain of hotels and several clubs, I'm sure if I can handle those, I can handle your dad too.

my father replied, eyebrow raised but somewhat sarcastically. Adrien just smiled, casual as ever, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. “Most young girls her age would rather choose to be with their boyfriends than return to their fathers who made their lives miserable. I’m sure Rochelle is with her lover.” The word ‘lover’ fluttered through the air, mixing with my emotions. I couldn’t decide whether to be embarrassed or flattered. I smiled slightly, amused at how Adrien always painted a picture that made me feel loved and cared for, even in my father’s critical absence.

he says, crossing his arms and trying to get serious, "After that, I'll be choosing your next boyfriend. A respectable young man." "You're crazy," I laugh, waiting for him to do the same, but he's not laughing, "Dad, you can't do that. You need to leave me alone to figure this out. Bram is... he is the only guy I've been interested in since Isaac. For a while there, I did actually think he broke me. I thought he ruined me completely and I would never be able to trust another man. Or love another man. But this guy is bringing something back in me and I bet if I had a therapist, they'd agree with me." My dad throws his head back and groans for about half a minute.

, city lights glittering below, his chest to my back, one hand between my thighs, the other covering my mouth as I came trembling against him. Once in the morning, lazy and sleepy, sunlight streaming across the bed while he moved inside me like he was trying to imprint himself on my soul. For three days, we lived like real lovers. Held hands walking to breakfast. Shared coffee and quiet conversation. Kissed without looking over our shoulders. It was perfect. On the flight home, reality returned like cold water. “Your father invited me to his birthday dinner next week,” Alexander said quietly, hand resting on my thigh under the blanket. “You’ll be there.”

I gasped as his nose buried in the crook of my shoulder, inhaling deeply. “Fuck!” The word was a rough groan against my skin. “Damn Elara.” My knees weakened. Every part of me screamed that this was wrong, that I should hate him for how he'd treated me yesterday, that he was my ex-boyfriend's father. But my body betrayed me completely, leaning into his touch, craving more. He groaned again, as if wrestling with some internal battle I couldn't see. Then his control snapped. His mouth claimed my neck more urgently, teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me whimper. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body.

I mouthed. Becca says nothing. This is going to be a long breakfast. “Leo! How nice of you to drop by!” Mom says in greeting while Dad grunts. “Of course, I would never miss my girlfriend’s birthday,” he said sweetly leaning down to kiss my cheek. When Dad gives him a look, Leo quickly stops touching me and sits beside me around the table. It’s not that Dad doesn’t like Leo, simply put, Dad doesn’t believe I should be dating anyone other than my mate. And Leo, unfortunately, is not my mate.