Desired By The Wrong Alpha
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Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Damon's Fury img
Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Be My Aunt img
Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Going With Sloane img
Chapter 13 Chapter 13 He Is My Son img
Chapter 14 Chapter 14 We Are Over img
Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Partner img
Chapter 16 Chapter 16 I Like Me too img
Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Amusement Park img
Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Are You Scared img
Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Missing Money img
Chapter 20 Chapter 20 You Will make It Worse img
Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Take The Boy img
Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Dominic To The Rescue img
Chapter 23 Chapter 23 I Promised Her img
Chapter 24 Chapter 24 I Will Sleep With Her img
Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Facade img
Chapter 26 Chapter 26 It's An Adult Thing img
Chapter 27 Chapter 27 I Can Anything for Caleb img
Chapter 28 Chapter 28 I Want Mom img
Chapter 29 Chapter 29 She Needs To Know img
Chapter 30 Chapter 30 He Don't Want Me img
Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Careful Damon img
Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Stay Away from Damon img
Chapter 33 Chapter 33 I Will Get Her img
Chapter 34 Chapter 34 We Are Done Can't You See img
Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Lyra's Luring Plan img
Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Who Is Sloane img
Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Celebrity is Competing img
Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Cutest Couple img
Chapter 39 Chapter 39 She Wanted This All Along img
Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Dr. Brown img
Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Take Her Out img
Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Enough img
Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Blame Game img
Chapter 44 Chapter 44 You Are Not Welcome img
Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Sleeping img
Chapter 46 Chapter 46 He Loves You Too img
Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Summer img
Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Just Friends img
Chapter 49 Chapter 49 You Came img
Chapter 50 Chapter 50 I Want Her img
Chapter 51 Chapter 51 Stop Lying img
Chapter 52 Chapter 52 A Mysterious Call img
Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Karma Is A Bitch img
Chapter 54 Chapter 54 Winning In Life img
Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Kneel And Apologize img
Chapter 56 Chapter 56 You Wanted To Trust img
Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Please Leave Me img
Chapter 58 Chapter 58 Will You Stay With me img
Chapter 59 Chapter 59 It Was Lyra img
Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Fairytale img
Chapter 61 Chapter 61 What A Pity img
Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Blast from The Past img
Chapter 63 Chapter 63 Stolen Kiss img
Chapter 64 Chapter 64 I Owe You img
Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Dom img
Chapter 66 Chapter 66 She Is Jealous img
Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Forgiveness img
Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Revenge On Damon img
Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Proposal img
Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Feud between The Two img
Chapter 71 Chapter 71 I Regret You img
Chapter 72 Chapter 72 You Are Not Cold img
Chapter 73 Chapter 73 I Won't Show Up img
Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Gift From Lyra img
Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Clowns img
Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Waiting For Her img
Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Embarrassment img
Chapter 78 Chapter 78 I'll Think About It img
Chapter 79 Chapter 79 I Only Want The Throne img
Chapter 80 Chapter 80 You Snatched It img
Chapter 81 Chapter 81 You Are My Mom img
Chapter 82 Chapter 82 He looks Like Alpha Volkov img
Chapter 83 Chapter 83 He Is Just A Pup img
Chapter 84 Chapter 84 You Have A Heart Too img
Chapter 85 Chapter 85 I Will Be Free img
Chapter 86 Chapter 86 That Bastard img
Chapter 87 Chapter 87 I Need You img
Chapter 88 Chapter 88 Every Night img
Chapter 89 Chapter 89 She Will Be Back Again img
Chapter 90 Chapter 90 I Am Insecure img
Chapter 91 Chapter 91 Secret Marriage img
Chapter 92 Chapter 92 He Can Keep Lyra As A Secret img
Chapter 93 Chapter 93 Serves Her Right img
Chapter 94 Chapter 94 She Can Burn The Whole Corp img
Chapter 95 Chapter 95 Not Guilty img
Chapter 96 Chapter 96 Reborn img
Chapter 97 Chapter 97 A Small Villa, A Gift img
Chapter 98 Chapter 98 You can Stay as Long As You want img
Chapter 99 Chapter 99 She Tricked Me And She Have To Pay img
Chapter 100 Chapter 100 Revenge img
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Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Will Make Her Pay

Damon pressed the phone harder to his ear, jaw tightening as the automated voice echoed back at him: The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.

He lowered the phone slowly, eyes narrowing, the silence in the room thick with his rage.

"So, that's how it is?" he muttered under his breath, voice low and dangerous. His knuckles whitened around the device. "One fight, and now she thinks she can play games with me? She pulls that ridiculous bond-dissolution stunt, and now-what? Vanishes? Won't even pick up her damn phone?"

I am an Alpha, he smirked.

The bitterness in his tone was sharp enough to cut glass. He let out a dark, humorless laugh. "Fine. Let her. When she comes crawling back, and she will. And then I'll make sure she regrets every second of it."

His thoughts were interrupted by Caleb's cries, high-pitched and raw. He couldn't believe he was his son. The sound drilled into his skull, worsening the pounding hangover already tearing through him. Damon pinched the bridge of his nose and barked out, "Enough!" before dialing the pack doctor.

The man answered quickly, voice calm, too calm for Damon's liking. After a few questions, the doctor's verdict was clear: "He'll be fine, Alpha. Just bruises. With his wolf blood, he'll heal in less than a day."

Damon's irritation only deepened. His lip curled, and he exhaled a sharp breath through his nose. "Then stop wasting my time with noise," he snapped, his voice like the crack of a whip.

He shoved the phone into his pocket and turned on the others lingering in the room. "All of you, out." His glare silenced any protest. "Take Caleb to school. Now."

The order rang absolute, cold as steel.

No one dared argue.

Caleb's cries only grew louder when the attendants tried to tug him toward the door. He clutched his sore arm to his chest, tears streaking his face as he turned to his father.

"Dad, please! I'm not feeling well. I can't go to school like this!" His voice cracked with desperation.

Damon's head lifted slowly, his dark gaze pinning the boy in place. The room went deathly still, everyone sensing the storm about to break.

"So what if you're not well?" Damon's tone was ice, threaded with disdain. He rose to his feet, towering over his son. "You will be well. That's how it works. You are supposed to heal, to endure. Consider this your test as the next Alpha."

Caleb's sobs shook his small frame. "But it hurts," he whispered, clutching tighter at his arm.

The sound grated against Damon's ears. His expression hardened, cruelty slipping through like cracks in stone.

"Pathetic," he bit out. His voice was low, but the sting of it was sharper than any slap. "Crying over bruises? You call yourself my son? You're a waste of Alpha blood."

The words cut through the boy like a blade. Caleb's face crumpled, his sobs turning ragged, but he didn't argue. He couldn't.

The others in the room lowered their gazes, fear and unease pooling in the silence. No one dared speak for the boy. Not when Damon Blackthorn had spoken.

The pack doctor lingered, shifting on his feet, then finally cleared his throat. "Alpha. forgive me for asking, but. are you well? Do you need anything for the pain? Medicine, perhaps?"

Damon's head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing into a lethal glare. The cold edge in his voice froze the room. "I said everything is fine. Do I look like I need your pity?"

The doctor lowered his gaze instantly. "Of course not, Alpha." With that, silence swallowed the room again.

An hour dragged by, thick with Damon's brooding presence. He sat back in the chair, one leg crossed, fingers drumming against the armrest as his thoughts circled back to Sloane. Her absence, her silence, it clawed at him, but in a twisted way, it only fed his pride.

Then, a knock broke the quiet. Soft at first, then louder.

A smirk curved across Damon's lips. Finally.

"She's ready to crawl back," he murmured, standing. His phone buzzed at the same time, vibrating against the table. He didn't bother to look, certain it was her. Certain she couldn't stay away.

The phone buzzed again, insistently. His anticipation rose like fire in his veins, a heady mix of triumph and satisfaction. He answered without hesitation, his voice cool, mocking. "Couldn't stay away, could you?"

But the reply wasn't Sloane's.

"Good afternoon, Alpha," a polite voice said. "We've arrived to begin redecorating young Master Caleb's room. May we come in?"

Damon froze. The smirk vanished, replaced with a blank stare. For the first time in hours, he said nothing, just silence, heavy and sharp.

The high he'd been riding crashed instantly, leaving only the bitter taste of disappointment in its place.

"Come another day." He didn't wait for a response, shoving the phone aside before sinking deeper into the leather chair, irritation clawing at his chest.

By evening, he sat at the long dining table, its polished surface gleaming under the warm lights. The staff moved silently around him, setting dish after dish, each detail perfect, just as it always had been. Damon picked up his fork, tasting the first bite. Familiar flavors. Order. Control. Nothing had changed.

For a moment, he let the food anchor him, ease the pounding in his temples. Good. Stable. Predictable.

But then he asked, almost absently, "Where are the mashed potatoes?"

The dish was placed before him quickly. Damon scooped a spoonful, brought it to his mouth.

And froze.

His expression darkened instantly. He set the spoon down with a sharp clink, the air around him crackling with tension. "What the hell is this?" His voice cut through the room like a blade. "I've never tasted something like this. Who let this leave the kitchen?"

The head chef stepped forward nervously, bowing his head. "Alpha, forgive me. I. I tried to replicate Luna's recipe. The staff have grown used to serving it her way. But-" He faltered, swallowing. "We ran out of her special sauce. That may be why it tastes different."

The name hit Damon like a slap. His grip on the fork tightened until the metal groaned.

Luna. Sloane. Always Sloane.

Even here, in his house, in his meals, she lingered like a shadow he couldn't shake.

He pushed the plate away, disgust and fury twisting in his gut. His jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed, sharp with promise.

"She thinks she can leave me behind. She thinks she can play her games and walk away untouched." His voice was low, almost a growl, meant only for himself.

Damon leaned back, a cruel smirk tugging at his mouth as his anger burned into resolve.

"She won't get far. I'll make her pay."

            
            

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