All Chapters of Mated to My Best Friend's Alpha Daddy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~EMBERMy fingers were still wrapped tightly around the sleeve of Gray’s jacket, my knuckles practically white because a deep, irrational part of my mind was entirely convinced he would dissolve into smoke if I let go. Ten years. Ten long, agonizing years of staring at the empty spaces in the family portraits and whispering his name into the quiet corners of the estate, and now he was standing right next to me on the polished travertine tiles of the grand reception hall. He was no longer the fragile, defensive teenager the High Council had dragged across the perimeter lines, he was a mountain of an alpha, his presence so heavy and grounded it felt like the very foundation of the house was stabilizing beneath his boots.The heavy oak double doors leading to the private residential wing clicked shut as my father excused himself, his towering figure disappearing down the corridor toward his executive study with that familiar, unbending stride. The moment his severe alpha aura cleared t

~AmarisThe fabric of the fresh, forest-green knit dress felt heavy against my skin as I smoothed the hem down over my thighs.Alpha Varg had left my room only minutes prior, his towering shadow finally retreating from my room.The frantic, desperate bath I had forced myself into immediately after he left was a blur of scalding water and aggressive scrubbing. I had used half a bottle of the citrus-scented soap from the vanity, desperately trying to erase every single trace of the raw cum and forbidden frostbitten pine musk we had left melted into the sheets.Almost immediately after I zipped up the spine of the dress, the sharp, demanding knock from Ember echoed against the heavy mahogany wood. My heart skipped a violent beat against my ribs, but I forced a shaky breath out of my lungs. I hurried to open the door, letting out a silent, pathetic prayer of thanksgiving that Alpha Varg had left just in time, and that I had managed to scrub off most of his scent from my skin during the ru

~GRAY The heavy mahogany door of the guest suite clicked shut with a sharp, definitive sound that seemed to slice straight through the dense air of the corridor. I stood perfectly still in the hallway, my hands slowly curling into tight, rigid fists inside the pockets of my trousers. The quiet that descended upon the residential wing was absolute, but inside my skull, a chaotic, roaring storm of pure disbelief was violently spinning out of control. I didn't move for a long, agonizing beat. I just stared at the blank grain of the wood, my jaw clenching so hard the muscles along my neckline throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. Amaris. The name wasn't just a lingering memory anymore, it was a physical trap sitting right beneath my family’s roof. I turned on my heel, my heavy leather boots dragging with a slow, deliberate weight as I marched back down the eastern corridor toward my old quarters. Every single step felt entirely surreal, the polished travertine tiles and the modern p

~AMARIS The heavy silence of the bedroom was finally broken. It was almost time for the grand party and I didn't know my way around this dress. I had never worn something of such a high standard before. I had to call Willow to help me out. When Willow finally came to my room, her expression was as detached and unreadable as ever. She didn't ask any unnecessary questions. She simply gestured for me to sit at the vanity stool, her hands immediately going to work on my hair, pinning the dark strands into an intricate, sophisticated updo that exposed the full mark of Alpha Varg on my neck. Next came the makeup. Willow worked with a clinical precision, using a heavy foundation to completely bury the pale, sickly tint of the Silver Decay beneath a flawless, porcelain glow. She brushed a dark, smokey shadow across my eyelids and painted my lips with a deep, blood-red gloss that made my mouth look wet and dangerously inviting. When it was time to put on the dress, the sheer reality of A

~AMARIS The sleek matte-black Tesla glided away from the illuminated pavilion, the tires spinning with a low, near-silent hum as the driver steered it down the private estate road. I watched the taillights disappear into the night mist, carrying Gray and Ember away, leaving me standing completely abandoned on the cold stone flooring of the garage. My toes were already twisting tightly inside my custom heels, a cold sweat breaking out across the back of my neck as my fingers twisted frantically against the crimson silk of my dress. The sting of the public rejection was a burning weight in my chest. Then, the air behind me grew instantly heavy, turning into a suffocating vacuum of absolute authority. I felt Alpha Varg before I even heard him. The sheer velocity of his dominant presence rolled over my exposed back like a physical shockwave. Without a single sound, his large hand slipped around my waist from behind, his iron fingers digging deeply into my flesh, anchoring me against th