Mated To My Ex's Father ( Alpha Damon)

Today was my last day in college. I graduated from one of the most prestigious Alpha colleges in the city. Even though I wasn't an Alpha or even his daughter, my father was a respected retired Beta , still holding power amongst the pack members.

I should've felt proud. I should've felt like I'd finally made him proud.

And I was happy... I really was.

I wanted everything to be perfect. I ordered a set of sexy undergarments and a short red dress. Even though I was usually shy, quiet, the invisible girl in the crowd tonight, I wanted to look beautiful. For him.

For Lucas Jordan my boyfriend, the Alpha's heir, the man I thought loved me.

I imagined the look in his eyes when he saw me. I imagined his smile, his strong arms wrapping around me, his deep voice whispering "I'm proud of you, Kiera."

I held onto that thought as I rushed out of the taxi, clutching the bottle of wine I'd bought for our celebration. My heart was racing, fluttering like I was about to live the moment I'd dreamed of for years.

The night air was cool, brushing against my bare legs as I hurried to his private villa. I knew the passcode by heart I'd typed it in a hundred times before.

But the moment the door clicked open...

my entire world shattered.

I froze.

For a second, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

Because right there, in the middle of the room tangled in white sheets and broken promises was Lucas.

My Lucas.

And beneath him was another she-wolf.

Her moans filled the room, sharp, breathless, obscene. His hands gripped her hips the same way they'd once held me. Their bodies moved together, their rhythm violent and cruel.

The bottle slipped from my trembling hands, crashing to the floor.

The sound made them stop.

Lucas turned his head lazily, a smirk curling on his lips, while the she-wolf beneath him blonde hair, tanned skin, the kind of woman I'd always envied only laughed.

"Fuck," she whispered against his ear, loud enough for me to hear. "You didn't tell me your little pet might walk in."

Lucas chuckled low, dark, mocking.

He didn't even look guilty.

"Guess she needed to learn a lesson," he said, his voice like poison.

"L-Lucas..." My voice cracked. "W-What is this?"

He got off the bed, completely unbothered, his naked body still glistening with sweat. The she-wolf didn't even try to cover herself; she only stretched, smiling at me like she'd already won.

"What does it look like, Kiera?" Lucas said, smirking as he stepped closer. "I got bored. You were always so fucking boring quiet, shy, too afraid to even look me in the eyes when I touched you."

My chest tightened. "I..I loved you."

He laughed. "You thought you did. But what did you ever give me, huh? You don't even know how to please a man. You're just a Beta's daughter good for nothing except wagging your tail and pretending to be special."

The she-wolf laughed, sliding off the bed and walking up behind him, her hands trailing over his chest. "Maybe she should watch, Lucas," she purred. "Maybe she'll finally learn what a real woman does."

Lucas looked at me, eyes glinting with something cruel. "Yeah," he said slowly, voice dripping with venom. "Watch, Kiera. Watch and learn how a real woman behaves in bed."

My heart stopped.

My vision blurred.

I didn't even realize I'd started crying until the taste of salt hit my lips. I wanted to scream, to hit him, to make it all stop but my body refused to move.

They started kissing again right in front of me. Loud, rough, deliberate.

Something inside me snapped.

"Stop it!" I screamed, my voice breaking. "Lucas, please!"

He turned his head just enough to look at me, smirking as he said, "You can leave now, Kiera. You've seen enough. Or stay and learn, maybe then you'll finally be worth something."

The words cut deeper than any blade.

My knees gave out. I clutched the edge of the doorframe, gasping, choking on the sobs that tore through me.

I wanted to hate him.

I wanted to die.

I wanted everything to end right there.

But through the tears, through the ache ripping through my chest, I saw something her smirk. His arrogance. Their laughter.

And suddenly... my tears slowed.

I wiped my face, trembling, my voice low and hoarse as I whispered, "You'll regret this, Lucas Jordan."

He raised a brow, mocking. "Oh? The Beta's daughter's going to make me regret it? You can barely look me in the eye, Kiera."

I forced myself to meet his gaze.

And for the first time, I didn't look away.

"I may be a Beta's daughter," I said quietly, my voice shaking but steady enough, "but you just broke the wrong heart."

His smile faltered just for a second.

Then I turned around and ran.

The rain outside greeted me like a storm waiting to swallow me whole. It poured hard, cold and merciless, soaking through my thin dress in seconds.

I didn't care.

I ran barefoot down the street, my mascara mixing with the rain, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. I screamed until my throat burned, until the sound of my heartbreak was drowned by thunder.

The pain was too much.

The betrayal, unbearable.

But somewhere between the sobs and the storm, a single thought burned in my chest hotter than the rain, sharper than the ache.

He would pay.

He would pay for every tear, every humiliation, every broken piece of me he left behind.