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Mated To My Ex's Father ( Alpha Damon)

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 5

I stood in front of a big company, hesitating to go in. The glass walls stretched so high I could see the sky reflecting off them sharp, silver, and intimidating. Through the transparent doors, I could already see people buzzing around, rushing from desk to desk, dressed in expensive suits and moving like their lives depended on every second. I swallowed hard. My heart thudded painfully in my chest. I was surprised to even see both the lowest-ranking werewolves working here the omegas. They were everywhere typing, answering phones, carrying files. It was... surreal. To think that a girl like me, a Beta's daughter, would now be walking into this building. Inhaling deeply, I gathered every ounce of courage left in me and stepped forward. The moment I pushed the door open, a sharp gust of air-conditioned wind hit my face, carrying the scent of polished floors and freshly brewed coffee. I entered, only to bump into someone carrying stacks of papers. The papers went flying into the air, fluttering around us like snow. Gasps followed. All eyes turned, facing me every single one of them. The silence that followed was deafening. My throat went dry, my palms sweaty. For a second, I thought I would collapse right there from embarrassment. The girl I'd bumped into looked furious. Her lips curled slightly as she glared at me like I'd done it on purpose. Before I could even open my mouth, the air in the room shifted. The scent of authority rolled through the office and suddenly, James the Alpha's Gamma, walked in. "Alright, that's enough," he said firmly. "Everyone back to work." His voice alone was enough to break the tension building up. Heads bowed, whispers scattered, and just like that the workers dispersed. I exhaled shakily. My knees still felt weak. "I'm so sorry," I muttered quickly, bending down to help the girl pick up the papers she'd dropped. My hands trembled as I gathered them, offering her a few pages I'd managed to pick up. She didn't even look at me. She just snatched them from my hand, her expression cold and dismissive. Leaving my hands hanging. I blinked, stunned, before hearing a low chuckle beside me. "They're all jealous," James said, amusement curling in his tone. "Jealous of what?" I asked, surprised, glancing up at him. He smirked slightly, eyes glinting. "You now get to see the Alpha every day. Work with him every day." The words made my stomach tighten. Oh. Right. I almost forgot that I was the Alpha's secretary or as they put it, his assistant. The realization hit me again like a wave. I'd be working directly under the most powerful man in the entire pack the Alpha himself. "Are you quitting here?" I asked curiously, remembering that James had always been the Alpha's assistant before me. "I have to act like a stand-in CEO for the other company in Country D," he replied smoothly. "Oh," I nodded, trying to sound calm even though my heart was racing. "Now let's get you to work," he said, gesturing for me to follow. He led the way through the sleek hallways, marble floors gleaming, walls lined with glass and portraits of past Alphas. I tried to memorize every turn as he showed me around: my small but elegant office, the Alpha's private suite-like workspace, the restrooms, and other key departments. Everywhere we went, people stared. Some smiled politely; others just looked... annoyed. Whispers trailed behind me. That's her. The Beta's daughter. The Alpha's new secretary. My stomach twisted tighter with every step. Soon, James left for an urgent business trip, his scent fading down the corridor, and I was finally alone standing in front of my desk, a sleek tablet in my hands, filled with the Alpha's schedule. It was already 8:00 on the dot. Alpha Damien arrived every morning at 8:30 sharp. And according to the list, I was supposed to have his Americano coffee ready by the time he stepped into his office. I glanced at the clock, panic already kicking in. "Oh no." Rushing out, I quickly went to the café downstairs, ordered his usual, and hurried back up, clutching the cup like it was a lifeline. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I moved as fast as I could without tripping. A minute to 8:30, I reached his office door my heart pounding like a drum. I placed the cup on the tray, took a steadying breath, and entered quietly to drop it off before he arrived. The moment I stepped inside, the atmosphere changed. The Alpha's office was nothing like the others dark, massive, and filled with the heavy scent of cedarwood and power. Everything screamed authority: the sleek black desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and the faint hum of silence that felt almost alive. As I approached his desk to place the coffee down, some documents caught my eye. The ink, the signature at the bottom, the bolded words Confidential: Pack Alliance Merger Proposal. I didn't mean to pry. But something about it made me pause. My fingers hovered above the papers. I was so absorbed that I didn't even hear the door open. "What are you doing?" The voice deep, smooth, and commanding sliced through the silence. I froze. Every muscle in my body went rigid. Slowly, I turned my eyes meeting his. And there he was. The Alpha The air around him seemed to thicken his scent flooding the room, his gaze dark and unreadable. My heart skipped painfully as I realized I couldn't even breathe properly. Before I could form a word, before I could even blink, the cup of coffee in his hand tipped slightly spilling straight onto me. The dark liquid soaked through my shirt, seeping into my skin. "Ahhh!" I screamed, stumbling backward. The shock made me drop my tablet, my hand flying to my chest. The coffee wasn't even that hot, but the suddenness and the sheer shock of the moment made my pulse jump out of rhythm. For a split second, all I could do was stare, trembling, heart hammering at the man standing in front of me. "I'm so sorry," I stammered, bowing my head. He didn't say anything, just stared at me. I noticed his gaze on my chest the coffee had soaked my shirt to the extent of seeing my upper chest. I quickly covered it with my hands, my face turning red from embarrassment and something wild. I turned to escape, but he held me back, gesturing to a room in his office. I didn't understand what he meant as I was just staring at him. "You have to change your shirt. I'll call someone to get you a new shirt," he said. "Oh," I nodded, rushing inside the room. I took off the shirt and my bra was already wet. I looked around and saw a shirt. I quickly removed my bra and wore the shirt. I intended to clean the bra, hoping to wipe out the stain and smell of coffee. After I was done, I came out of the restroom and met the Alpha waiting for me in the room. The shirt was transparent as my nipples were bulging out, we were just staring at each other until he walked closer to me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he inhaled my scent. I was starting to feel hot like that night. I stood there, watching as he approached me, his eyes never leaving mine. The room was filled with an electric tension, the air thick with anticipation. He was close now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the side of my neck, causing me to moan involuntarily. His hands found their way to my chest, his fingers skillfully unbuttoning my shirt. He squeezed my tits gently, eliciting another moan from me. He then placed a kiss on my lips, a slow, sensual kiss that made me lose all sense of reason. I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around him as he lifted me up. His hands continued to explore my body, his fingers teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra. He kissed me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently, his hands moving down to my skirt. He unzipped it slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulled it off and tossed it aside. I was desperate for him now, my pussy aching for his touch. I reached for his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons. He chuckled softly, his hands covering mine. "Easy, baby girl," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. I sat up, straddling him as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his hard dick pressing against me through his pants. I could feel myself getting wetter, my pussy aching for him. He kissed me again, his hands moving to my tits as I rode him. I could feel his dick getting harder, pressing against my wet pussy. I moaned, my hands moving to his pants. I wanted him, needed him inside me. He laid me back on the bed, his hands moving to his pants. He unzipped them, pulling out his long, hard dick. I gasped, my eyes widening as I took in the sight of him. He chuckled again, leaning down to kiss me. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he positioned himself between my legs. He teased my pussy with his dick, rubbing it against my wet folds. I moaned, my hands moving to his hips. "Please," I begged, "I need you inside me." He obliged, pushing into me slowly. I gasped, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. He moved slowly, his dick filling me completely. He kissed me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he moved inside me. I moaned, my hands moving to his back as he fucked me. He moved slowly at first, his dick moving in and out of me in long, slow strokes. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my pussy clenching around his dick. He sped up, his dick moving in and out of me faster and faster. I moaned, my hands moving to his ass as I pulled him closer. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his dick. He groaned, his dick moving in and out of me faster and faster. I could feel him getting closer, his dick twitching inside me. He moaned, his dick pulsing as he came inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, my pussy still clenching around his dick. We laid there for a moment, our breaths mingling as we came down from our orgasms. He looked at me, his eyes filled with lust. "Fuck, you're so hot," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. I smiled, my hands moving to his face. "You're not so bad yourself," I whispered back, my voice filled with lust. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again. I moaned, my hands moving to his back as he moved inside me again. Hours of tossing and turning,I fell asleep

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