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Mated To My Ex's Father ( Alpha Damon) Novel Cover

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 3

I ran through the rain, desperate to wash everything off the pain, the humiliation, the betrayal that clung to my skin like poison. My tears mixed with the downpour as I screamed into the empty night.

"You jerk! You fool! I hate you!" The storm swallowed my voice, but I didn't stop. My breath came out in ragged gasps as the rain drenched me to the bone. My clothes were heavy, plastered to my skin, but I kept running as if I could outrun the ache tearing through my chest.

My legs trembled, my lungs burned, and finally, they gave out beneath me. I collapsed onto the cold pavement, the world spinning as sobs tore from my throat, raw and broken.

I didn't know how long I stayed there, only that the rain never stopped, and neither did the tears. It felt like the sky itself was crying with me. When I finally lifted my head, my vision was blurry, but through the curtain of rain, I saw a Club ahead.

Warm light glowed through the windows, spilling over the wet streets like a fragile promise.

The music inside throbbed faintly laughter, chatter, life. I stumbled toward it, too numb to think, too shattered to care. Maybe a drink could make me forget even just for a little while.

Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of alcohol and sweat, the hum of conversation wrapping around me like a fog.

I dropped onto a stool, my fingers trembling as I ordered a drink. When the glass hit the counter, I snatched it up and downed it in one go.

It was bitter. Sharp. My throat burned but not nearly as much as my heart did.

Because beneath the haze of liquor and pain, one thought kept echoing in my head.

"He cheated on me."

The words hurt every time they replayed. The image wouldn't leave his body pressed against another female werewolf, her laughter mingling with his.

I remembered the sound, the sight, the cruelty in his voice when he met my eyes and said,

"Watch and learn how a real woman behaves in bed."

And then their laughter. That sound would haunt me forever. Cruel. Mocking. It broke something deep inside me.

Maybe it was my fault. Maybe if I had been softer, prettier, more alluring, maybe if I had known how to please him he wouldn't have looked for someone else. Maybe I was never enough. The thought tore through me like glass.

The bartender's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. He leaned in, brows knitted with concern, asking what was wrong. I snapped, my voice trembling with anger and despair. "Just get me another drink and mind your business!"

He hesitated, but I didn't care. I needed the burn. I needed the numbness. So I kept drinking, each gulp a desperate attempt to drown the ache that wouldn't die.

My eyes drifted through the haze, over faces that blurred together - until they stopped.

That face.

Those green eyes.

Broad shoulders looked very familiar.

Before I knew it, I was on the dance floor lost, reckless, spinning under flashing lights. I shouted until my voice broke, laughed when I wanted to cry, and moved until the pain almost felt distant. The music swallowed me whole, every beat thudding against my chest like a heartbeat that wasn't mine.I danced for heaven knows how long.

Suddenly, the urge hit me. I was pressed.

Staggering, I rushed toward the restroom, my vision already turning blurry. The moment I stepped into the restroom, I gripped the sink for balance. My reflection stared back at me, flushed and trembling. Something was wrong. My skin burned as if a fire had been lit beneath it.

I wasn't supposed to feel like this. Not now. Not here. My breath came out uneven, my pulse racing so fast it made my head spin. Every nerve in my body felt alive, too alive, as though something inside me was awakening something I couldn't control.

"I'm a beta werewolf." I whispered to myself, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "I can control this. I can."

But the heat only grew stronger, crawling up my neck, spreading through my veins. My body disobeyed me. My hands shook as I pressed them against the cool marble sink, but even that couldn't soothe the fever rushing beneath my skin.

"What's happening to me?" I gasped softly.

The air felt heavy, thick with an unfamiliar scent musky, wild, and dangerous. My heart pounded harder. My mind screamed to leave, but my body was betraying me, craving something I didn't understand.

I closed my eyes, breathing hard, trying to fight the storm inside me.

I was feeling hot. I wasn't supposed to be feeling like this, I thought. My hormones weren't supposed to be acting up like this. I wasn't an omega . I was a beta female. At least I could control myself, but I couldn't as my body kept getting hotter and hotter. I groaned, pressing my legs together as I felt myself getting wet down there.

I kept rubbing my legs together," I moaned .

"Shit ,what was I doing,I felt like pleasuring myself. I could feel my nipples hardening,my hands reached up ,I hesitated but finally I brought it to my chest squeezing my tits.

"Aahhh ."I moaned again.

Then, I froze,I felt those deep green eyes watching me, that same person I saw earlier.My vision was getting blurry and my body was getting hotter. Maybe if this man could make me feel better, I wouldn't even remember what that bastard ex boyfriend of mine did .

I stepped closer to him,that face was familiar but I wasn't in the mood to find out. As I approached him,his scent was intoxicating.

You think I'm a little slut right " my voice came out sultry.

He didn't say anything just watched me, I took the initiative,I wrapped my arms around his neck,I had to stand on my feet to do that. He was freaking tall and huge.

Make me yours Daddy,make me your slut" I pressed a kiss to his chest, tracing my tongue around his nipples.

Hmmm,he grabbed my ass, raising me up." Then make sure you don't regret it,cause I'll make sure you cry out Daddy" His husky voice said.

Just hearing that voice made me more wet.

" I won't", I said and that was the only thing I remembered before leaving the bar

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