Mated To My Ex's Father ( Alpha Damon)
It all started with one encounter.
One night with a man whose touch felt like sin and whose scent still haunts my skin.
I never meant to fall - but when I caught my boyfriend, the Alpha's son, cheating on me, something inside me broke.
And that's when he found me - a stranger cloaked in dominance and danger. His hands promised ruin, his lips whispered damnation.
I gave in. Just once.
Or so I thought.
Now, I've been hired as the Alpha's new secretary.
And when I walked into his office, the world stopped.
Because he's not a stranger.
He's him.
The man from that night.
The man I should have never touched.
The father of my ex.
I tell myself I can resist him - that I can keep my secret buried. But every time his gaze lingers, every time that deep, commanding voice wraps around my name, my resolve burns away.
This isn't love.
It's an obsession. Possession. Darkness disguised as desire.
And I know one thing for sure - once an Alpha sets his eyes on you...
He never lets go.
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Chapter 1
My name is Kiera Gray, daughter of a Beta ,the loyal Beta of our pack.
My mother died the day I was born, her last breath given to me. People said it was fate, a blessing wrapped in tragedy. But for me, it always felt like punishment.
I grew up with that shadow hanging over me a ghost I could never escape.Every whisper in the pack carried her name. Every glance reminded me that my life had cost another.
There was no warmth waiting for me at home, no gentle voice to chase away the nightmares. Only duty. Expectations. Silence.
I learned to be obedient. To smile when spoken to. To fade into the background when others shone brighter.
But deep down, beneath the quiet and the politeness, was a heart that ached for something simple to be seen. To be wanted. To be enough for once in my life.
Six months ago, I thought I finally was.
That was when I became the official girlfriend of Lucas Jordan, the Alpha's only son, heir to the throne, and the pack's golden boy.
He was everything a girl could ever want: charming, powerful, beautiful, and untouchable. Everyone adored him. And somehow, for reasons I still don't fully understand, he chose me.
At first, it felt like a dream I didn't deserve.
The attention. The way people's gazes softened when they looked at me. The murmurs of envy when we walked past. For once, I wasn't just the Beta's quiet daughter. I was someone.I was his.
But dreams are cruel.
Because they always end.
And mine ended the day I met him .
The Alpha.
Lucas's father.
I still remember that day so vividly it feels like a scar I can't stop tracing.
The sun hung low over the horizon, drenching the pack house in gold. I was standing by the pool, nervously waiting for Lucas. My heart had been fluttering not from excitement, but from the uneasy pressure of always needing to be perfect in his world.
Then I heard it a splash, soft yet powerful.
When I turned, my breath caught in my throat.
He rose from the water like something carved by the gods themselves.
Broad shoulders. Hard, sculpted muscles gleaming beneath the droplets. The slow drag of water down his chest. The way his dark hair clung to his forehead. And those eyes deep, glowing green, sharp enough to make the air shift around him.
Everything about him was power.
Not loud or boastful but quiet, commanding, dangerous.
And he was too young looking. Too sinfully handsome. Too young to already have a son my age.
For a long, suspended moment, I just stood there unable to move, unable to look away.
When Lucas appeared beside me, laughing and carefree, his words barely reached me.
"Dad, meet Kiera."
The Alpha's gaze lingered
slow, assessing, unreadable.
And then, in that voice that rolled like distant thunder, he said,
"Hmm. I hope she lasts with you for more than a month."
That was it.
A single line.
But the way he said it smooth, deep, threaded with quiet authority branded itself into my skin.
From that moment, something inside me began to shift.
I told myself it was wrong. That it was just admiration. That I was imagining the way my pulse quickened whenever I sensed his presence nearby.
But every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Every time I heard that voice, my chest tightened until I could barely breathe.
The Alpha was powerful, untouchable, forbidden.
And me a Beta's daughter, foolish enough to crave what was never meant for me.
But desires don't listen to reason.
And the more I tried to suppress it, the more it consumed me.
Until one day, my nights were no longer my own.
They belonged to him.
To the image of his body glistening in the sunlight.
To the memory of those eyes that seemed to strip me bare without a word.
I didn't understand why my heart betrayed me.
Why my body reacted to his scent like a secret it could no longer keep.
All I knew was that everything I believed in loyalty, love, right and wrong started to crumble the moment I met his eyes.
I thought I knew what danger felt like.
I thought I knew what love was.
But I was wrong.
Because fate has a cruel sense of humor and what began as forbidden curiosity was about to become something far darker...
something I could neither resist nor escape.
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7.7
"Tristan! Help!" I called out his name again. It was not a scream but a command.
He didn't even flinch. "You know the rules, Juniper," he said, his voice fearfully calm. "I don't touch you. Don't use a fall to trick me into breaking those rules."
....
But this mess is over.
I'm done playing love with him. I'm returning to the Vangough seat. And as for the man who was allergic to my touch, he's just about to find out how much it hurts when I finally let go-and take my empire with me.
Tristan wants a divorce. But I'll give him a battle he will never be able to endure.
9.6
~ Ducan: Demon King ~
My kingdom teeters on the edge of ruin, my race standing at the brink of extinction. The throne of Hell itself trembles beneath me, its power slipping from my grasp.
Only one salvation remains-
A maiden blessed by the gods, born once in a century. Pure. Untouched. Marked by fate to bear the seed of a king.
To reclaim my strength and bind the realms of Hell to my will, I must claim her. She will become mine-whether she surrenders in devotion or resists with every breath.
Her body will cradle my power. Her womb will secure my throne.
And once my eyes have chosen her... there is no escape.
7.5
To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.
But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.
"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."
He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.
He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.
He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.
Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.
9.4
The password to my husband's study wasn't our anniversary. It was his mistress's birthday.
Inside, hidden under a stack of blueprints, I found a document titled "Transfer of Guardianship."
It stated that upon birth, I would be stripped of all parental rights, and my baby would be raised by Kaleigh, the "Luna Designate."
When I confronted Jacob, the Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, he didn't even flinch.
"Kaleigh is wolfless and barren," he said coldly, sipping his whiskey. "She has the political connections to be Luna. You are just an Omega."
"I am your wife!" I screamed.
"You are an incubator," he corrected me. "Your genes are useful. Your status is not."
He then tossed a key on the table. It was for a hidden condo. He told me that after they took my son, I could live there as his secret mistress for "stress relief."
Kaleigh even mind-linked me, laughing as she called me a vessel, bragging that Jacob had never marked me because he was saving his bite for her.
I realized then that running wasn't enough. To save my son, Aurelia Flynn had to cease to exist.
I bought a vial of "The Widow's Kiss"—a poison that stops the heart for ten minutes—and lit a match.
As the flames consumed our penthouse, I drank the poison and let the world believe the Alpha's rejected mate had committed suicide.
Ten years later, deep in the mountains, Jacob stumbled into a clearing while inspecting land.
He fell to his knees when he saw me, thinking he was seeing a ghost.
"Aurelia? I buried you..."
"You buried a memory," I said, my voice commanding him with a power he had never known I possessed.
Then, a boy stepped out from behind me. He had Jacob's jawline, but his eyes were molten gold, and his aura was that of a legendary White Wolf.
Jacob looked at the boy, trembling. "Is he... is he mine?"
"He is mine," I replied, my eyes glowing. "You wanted a tool for your mistress. Instead, I raised the King who will strip you of everything."
7.6
I pulled the perfectly baked Beef Wellington from the oven, its rich scent filling our Manhattan penthouse. For five years, I’d crafted this perfect life, but tonight, I’d discover my entire existence was a cruel, silent lie. The man I loved had built it all on betrayal.
Preparing our anniversary dinner, I reflected on five years of building a flawless home for Blake, a dream I’d never known.
Searching for a pen, I found a hidden compartment in Blake’s desk containing a cheap black USB drive—a significant secret for a man who despised anything less than perfect.
His MacBook unlocked with his birthday, not ours. The USB, after a near-data-wipe, revealed "The Archives": hundreds of photos of Blake with his college girlfriend, Isabelle, passionate love letters, and a wardrobe chosen to mirror hers. My name yielded "0 results found," while millions were wired to Isabelle.
I was a meticulously funded stand-in, a ghost he dressed up to play house. My non-existence in his world and his financial betrayal ignited a cold, burning rage.
Blake returned, dismissive, offering a delayed anniversary gift. I confronted him; he ripped the USB, snapped it, and stated, "Nothing changes, as long as you know your place." My obedience shattered: "I want a divorce," I declared, then destroyed dinner and packed my own bag.
8.8
Alaia Dudley spent her life playing the devoted partner, completely unaware that her fiancé Austen was sleeping with another woman.
She thought the worst he could do was break her heart, until she found herself pinned to a cold operating table.
Austen held her down with a cruel smirk while a scalpel sliced through her sternum.
They cracked her chest open while she was still fully conscious.
The agonizing pain of her heart being cut out burned into her nerve endings.
She realized then that to him, she was never a lover—just a spare organ, a boring piece of wood to be discarded the second his true love needed it.
She died in excruciating agony, choking on her own blood while the man she loved walked away with her heart.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand why she had to suffer so brutally.
Why did she waste her life begging for a monster's attention? Why did they get a happy ending while she was carved up like an animal?
But then, ice-cold water flooded her lungs, and Alaia violently broke the surface of her bathwater.
Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating.
The date on her phone glared back at her: it was exactly five years ago.
Tonight was the exact night Austen first took his mistress to a hotel room.
This time, she wouldn't just expose them. She would use Wall Street's most terrifying tyrant as her personal weapon to strip them of everything they had.