Mated To My Ex's Father ( Alpha Damon)

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