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His words hit me like a thunderclap, and I felt my resolve crumble. The bond was too strong, too overwhelming to resist.

“Damian…”

He didn’t wait for me to finish. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin, tracing lines that seem non-existent, and then his lips were on mine.

"I can't resist you, Sienna."

His words were like a spell, and I felt my resolve crumble. The bond between us was too strong, too overwhelming to resist.

"Damian..." I began, but he didn't wait for me to finish.

He held my neck slightly, turning my head to the side, his thumb brushing against my skin, and then his tongue working its way down my neck and then back to my lips.

His kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration of my mouth.

But then it deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent.

I could feel the absolute whirlwind between us, my body responding to his touch.

He pulled away, his breath hot and calming against my skin. "I need you, Sienna," he said, his voice low and husky.

I went numb, unable to speak. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. He took my hand and led me upstairs to a private room. Once we were inside, he turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "I couldn’t seem to hold myself back from the moment I saw you. This is as strange and new to me as it is to you."

His words made me shiver with anticipation.

I felt slightly slippery between my legs, my body wanting his touch.

He must have sensed my need because he pulled me close, sniffing the very essence of my being, his hands roaming my body.

He took hold ofmy breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, making them harden from beneath the fabric of my dress.

"I need to see you," he growled, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of my dress. He pulled it down, his eyes never leaving mine. The dress fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he said, taking in every inch of my body. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my bra, then slowly down to my panties. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down, leaving me completely exposed and dripping.

I felt vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on. I had never been with a man like Damian before, someone who made me feel so desired, so wanted. He stepped closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel his hardness through his pants, and I gasped at the size of him.

"I want to make you feel so good, Sienna," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

He locked in again, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hands roamed over my body, then came back to my breasts. He there settled again, nibbling away at my nipples, slow and steady, like the world could wait. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my body begging for more.

He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "Bend over," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

I did as he said, bending over the edge of the bed. He pulled my hips toward him, his hands gripping my ass. I could feel his hardness against me, and I moaned with anticipation.

He entered me slowly, his fingers digging into my hips teasing my butt cheeks.

I gasped as he filled me, my body stretching to accommodate him.

He started to move, his thrusts slow, deep, and delicate.

I could feel every inch of him, his cock hitting me in all the right places.

He started thrusting deep inside me, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the pace.

"You feel so good, Sienna," he growled, his fingers digging into my hips. "I could stay inside you forever."

I moaned in response, my body moving in time with his. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit. He started to rub, each touch sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Oh, Damian," I moaned, my legs trembling.

"Come for me, Sienna," he commanded, his fingers moving faster.

I did as he said, my orgasm ripping through my body. I screamed his name, my body convulsing with pleasure. He continued to thrust, his movements becoming more urgent. He groaned, his body tensing as he came inside me.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I could feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own.

"That was beyond my imagination," he said, his lips brushing against my ear.

I nodded, still too breathless to speak. It had been amazing, my wolf purring with satisfaction. It wasbetter than anything I had ever experienced before. I knew then that I would never be able to resist him, that the bond between us was too strong.

“These changes everything,” he whispered right before we fell asleep.

Waking up in Damian’s arms wasn’t part of my plan. To be fair, neither was Damian. His scent lingered. He was warm, and for one second, I didn’t want to leave. But work didn’t care about fated mates. I scribbled a note, dropped it on the nightstand, and slid out quietly.

“It was a good time. Call me.”

Professional, right? Totally not the kind of thing you write to your fated mate, but I panicked. I tossed in my number and bolted before my wolf could object. She was already whining, scratching at my ribs like I’d just betrayed her deepest instincts.

“Get over it,” I muttered. “We’ve got bills to pay.”

By the time I hit the street, I was more or less human again, though my lips still tingled from Damian’s kiss. I didn’t even make it to the corner before I noticed something was off.

A black SUV had been tailing me since I left the banquet hall room. Subtle, it was not. I quickened my pace, pretending I didn’t notice, but as soon as I turned onto a quieter street, they pounced.

A hand clamped over my mouth before I could scream properly, dragging me back into the shadows. I thrashed, biting down hard, and they cursed. Good. I hoped it hurt. But my victory was short-lived because the next second, I was shoved into the back of the SUV, doors slamming shut behind me.

“Get off me!” I kicked, twisting, but whoever they were, they had numbers behind them—and a lot of muscle.

The ride was long and silent, the only sound was my furious heartbeat. My wolf was growling now, furious at being trapped. When the car finally stopped, I was dragged out and into what looked like a sprawling mansion. No neighbors, no streetlights, just an endless stretch of nowhere.

“Seriously? A creepy mansion? You guys aren’t even trying to hide the villain vibes,” I snapped, trying to mask my fear.

“Quiet,” one of them barked, shoving me forward.

“Touch me again, and I’ll show you quiet.” My voice was steady, but my pulse wasn’t. My wolf and I were both itching for a fight, though the odds weren’t exactly in my favor.

Inside, the place was massive—marble floors, chandeliers, the whole Gothic drama package. I was marched into a grand ballroom, where a man probably in his fifties waited. He had sharp, cold features and the kind of presence that made you want to stand up straighter, even if you hated his guts.

“Finally,” he said, his voice smooth but carrying an edge. He dismissed his men with a wave, his gaze locking on mine like a predator sizing up prey.

I crossed my arms. “You’ve got about ten seconds to explain this, or I’m flipping every table in this place.”

He smirked, amused. “Fiery. Just like her.”

“Her who?”

He stepped closer, studying me like I was some rare artifact. “I had a spy at the gala last night. He sent me pictures of the guests, but one stood out. You.”

“Great. I’m photogenic. That still doesn’t explain the kidnapping.”

His eyes narrowed, and for the first time, there was something softer beneath his sharp exterior. “When I saw you, it was like seeing a ghost. You look just like her—Jessica Rivera.”

I froze. That name was a punch to the gut. My mother. My beautiful mother.

“How do you know my mom?” My voice wavered despite my best efforts.

“Know her? She was my mate.” His voice cracked, just slightly. “I’ve spent decades searching for her. When I confirmed it was you in the picture, I knew. You’re her daughter. Our daughter.”

I staggered back a step, my wolf reeling alongside me. “What?”

“My name is Darius Moonstone,” he said, his tone solemn, like he was delivering a royal decree. “And I am your father, Sienna.”

The room tilted. Everything felt foreign to me, I struggled to comprehend what he had just said as the word “father” echoed repeatedly in my head.

“No. Nope. Absolutely not,” I blurted, pacing now. “This isn’t real. You’re lying. This is some twisted setup.”

“It’s the truth,” Darius said firmly. “I knew the moment I saw you.”

“People don’t just know things like that.”

“An Alpha does.”

I stopped pacing, glaring at him. “If you’re my father, where the hell have you been my whole life? My mom raised me alone. She never even told me anything about you until the end, and you’re out here in your giant mansion acting like you didn’t abandon us?”

His jaw tightened. “I didn’t know. Jessica left to protect you. There were threats—”

“Save it,” I snapped, my wolf snarling in agreement. “You don’t get to play the tragic hero now.”

Darius sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are more like her than I expected.” He paused. “Sienna, look at me, I am your father.”

My heart stopped for a split second, finally coming to terms with my reality. In less than twenty-four hours, I’d found my mate and my father? My brain couldn’t keep up.