《my girlfriend's Dad》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

The night air was electric, charged with anticipation and faint traces of tower energy. Damian and Eli monitored the city’s grid from a secure rooftop, the remnants of the shadow organization’s fractured network now feeding sporadic alerts. Eli pressed his hand firmly to Damian’s chest, grounding him immediately. “Something’s coming… coordinated, precise, and desperate. Human first. Heart always. Tower second. And intimately… synchronized. Stay aligned.” Damian exhaled, pulse syncing perfectly. “Together. Every move, every strike… unbreakable. No hesitation. No doubt. Every counter… aligned.” Suddenly, the first wave arrived. Drones, sleek and silent, zipped through the air with lethal intent. Sensors flared, automated defenses activated, and energy traps lit corridors below. Damian reacted instantly, tower energy surging outward in controlled pulses to intercept the drones. Eli pres

Wind rushes past Damian’s ears in a violent, roaring tunnel as gravity drags him downward. His body twists in open air, the world tilting and spinning around him—sky above, building rushing past, ground somewhere impossibly far and terrifyingly close.His chest burns.His ribs scream.Blood soaks the side of his shirt, hot and sticky.But none of it matters.All he can think is—Eli.His Omega’s face, contorted in terror, reaching for him as the rooftop ripped away beneath Damian’s heels.The way Eli screamed his name with raw, breaking desperation.I can’t leave him.I won’t leave him.Damian twists mid-fall, angling his body toward the building’s side, teeth clenched hard enough to hurt.He only has seconds.Maybe less.He slams his hand into a protruding maintenance bar—metal tears his palm open, ripping skin, but he catches it long enough to slow his descent.Long e

The morning light creeps through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the tower, painting Damian and Eli in soft gold, but neither moves. The night’s intensity has left both of them shaken, bodies still humming with the aftershocks of desire and dominance.Eli lies in Damian’s arms, chest rising and falling rapidly, skin flushed, hair messy. He can still feel the memory of Damian inside him, the firm grip of his hands, the command in his voice. Every nerve ending aches in delicious tension.Damian watches him silently, dark eyes unreadable, yet soft in their own dangerous way. Eli feels his chest tighten under that gaze, a mixture of fear, anticipation, and raw longing.“You did well,” Damian murmurs, voice low, husky. “I expected nothing less.”Eli lifts his head slightly, voice trembling. “I… I didn’t know if I could… handle it.”“You did more than handle it,” Damian says, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You obeyed. You surrendered

The room is still warm from what happened hours before, but the atmosphere has shifted completely.Eli wakes first.The silence is wrong—too heavy, too sharp. The house usually hums faintly with air vents, distant traffic, or Damian moving around somewhere. Now there is nothing.Eli sits up slowly, the sheets falling from his chest.“Damian…?”No response.The collar around Eli’s neck feels heavier than usual, a cold reminder of everything that happened the night before. He slips off the bed, feet hitting the floor softly, but the silence follows him, wrapping around his chest like a fist.He opens the bedroom door.The hallway is pitch black.Damian never leaves the lights off.Eli’s pulse spikes.“Damian?”Still nothing.He moves cautiously, one hand on the wall. The darkness feels alive—like it’s watching him. Halfway down the hall, he freezes.There’s a sound.A faint, irregular tapping.Not footsteps.Not breathing.Something else.From downstairs.Eli’s throat tightens.He takes

The morning sun cuts harshly through the blinds, casting long lines across the floor of Damian’s apartment. Eli wakes first, tangled in the warmth of Damian’s arms, still carrying the weight of the previous night. Every muscle aches, but it’s not just from fear—it’s from adrenaline, from relief, from the storm that passed and the one that’s about to break. Damian shifts beside him, hand brushing over Eli’s shoulder, thumbs tracing comforting circles along his spine. His presence is grounding, solid, unyielding. But there’s tension in the set of his jaw, a sharpness in his eyes that Eli can’t ignore. “They’re not done,” Damian murmurs, voice low, almost gravelly with the remnants of last night’s fury. “My father… my brother… they’ll come at us again. And they’ll be smart this time.” Eli sits up, tugging the blanket around his shoulders. “Then we’ll be ready.” Damian tilts his head, a