My Ex-Mate's Alpha Father Claimed Me

Lucia

"FUCK! You're so tight..."

In the dimly lit room, Antony pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands kneading my breasts as his thick cock thrust into me from behind, pounding relentlessly.

I glanced down to see my evening dress torn open by his rough hands. His face was flushed crimson, his eyes burning with desire as his hands slid from my chest to my full, rounded hips. His hips bucked against me, his thick, hot cock slick with my arousal.

"I'm... I'm about to come... ah..."

I pressed my palms desperately against the glass, completely undone by his movements. My hair fell in disheveled waves, my waist trembling as I moved with his rhythm, releasing soft, breathless moans.

"Not yet. I want to fuck you a little longer." Antony stopped abruptly, cruelly cutting off my approaching climax.

He grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me to the bed, taking my nipple into his mouth. His tongue teased and sucked until I was quickly aroused again. I let out a soft whimper, but before I could make another sound, his lips claimed mine, our tongues intertwining.

Something felt different about him tonight—he kept stopping just before I could finish, as if deliberately drawing out our lovemaking.

Antony's breathing grew heavier, excitement revealing the hint of fangs at the corners of his mouth as he thrust his hard cock into me again, releasing a satisfied growl.

Our scents mingled together. Antony's veins bulged as his thrusts grew stronger and more powerful. My hips rose and fell with his rhythm, and in my hazy passion, I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered, "Darling, I want you to mark me..."

Antony paused for a moment, then pumped even harder, releasing all the desire he'd been suppressing onto me. With a final roar, his cock pressed deep inside me as we climaxed almost simultaneously, our fluids mixing together and filling my womb.

As he collapsed on top of me, an inexplicable sense of loss washed over me.

After all these years together, Antony would fuck me hard every time we were in bed, but no matter how sweet my scent, he still refused to mark me.

Five years ago, the Moon Goddess chose me to be Antony's fated mate.

I was overjoyed because I had secretly loved Antony for years, and finally we could be together legitimately.

But three years had passed, and Antony still refused to hold our mating ceremony.

"Let's break up."

After the afterglow faded, Antony released me and rolled to the other side of the bed, putting distance between us.

I froze, lifting my head slightly to look at him in confusion, my voice trembling: "Why?"

"Elena's back. What happened back then was a misunderstanding."

Elena—Antony's first love, daughter of wolf nobility, who grew up with Antony as childhood sweethearts. But a few years ago, Elena suddenly disappeared without a word. No one knew where she went, and Antony was devastated for a long time.

My heart felt like it was being sliced apart. Five years of being together day and night, yet it couldn't compare to Elena's return.

"So what?" I looked at him and asked, "I've given you so much. Everyone in the pack knows I'm going to be your future Luna. If you break up with me now, how am I supposed to survive in the pack?"

My family belonged to the pack's most insignificant Delta class—no territory, no crystal mines, no noble bloodline, surviving only on manual labor.

When I was eight, my parents drove me out for being an Omega, and my grandmother took me in.

Growing up, my grandmother and I faced constant discrimination from the pack, struggling with scarce resources. Only when they learned I would become the pack's future Luna did they finally acknowledge me, and my grandmother's life improved.

Antony's decision was undoubtedly pushing my grandmother and me back into hell.

"Lucia, calm down." Antony sat up in bed and lit a cigarette. "Our relationship was never equal from the start, as you well know. As for your losses, I've already arranged for money and territory to be sent to your family—enough for you to live comfortably in the pack."

I bit my lip hard, my heart tearing with pain. So he had already planned his exit strategy. What more could I say?

Antony's pack was the largest tribe in New York, and he was the Alpha's adopted son and future heir. Naturally, only a noble daughter could match him—never someone from my humble background.

I said nothing more, forcing down my inner loss and defeat as I shakily reached for my clothes, wanting to get out of bed.

Antony frowned. "Where are you going?"

I fought back tears: "To pack my things."

"No need to rush. Elena won't be back until next month." Antony sat up and lit another cigarette. "Thank you for all your hard work during this time. I'll compensate you with some resources—enough for you to live comfortably in the pack."

I looked up at the large bag of money on the table, surprised by when he had placed it there.

Was it before we made love? Had he been thinking about how to gracefully dump me while fucking me?

How foolish I was to still be waiting for our fated mate ceremony.

"Antony." I took a deep breath, my voice resolute: "If you've decided to break up with me, then do it properly!"

The Moon Goddess had carved a mark between us. According to pack rules, to reject a fated mate, the Alpha had to personally inform the other party for the soul bond to be severed.

Antony naturally understood what I meant, his frown deepening.

He was silent for a long time, then extinguished his cigarette and turned to face me directly. His lips moved slightly, his voice low and hoarse but clear: "Lucia, I reject our fated mate bond!"

As soon as he finished speaking, I felt excruciating pain shoot from my heart, spreading through my bloodstream to my limbs.

My fingertips began to tremble, my body burning as cold sweat instantly soaked my hair. I could only bend over, gripping the bedsheets tightly.

This was the price of rejection.

The Moon Goddess's covenant was mutual—when an Alpha unilaterally severed the bond, the Omega's soul suffered severe damage. The more compatible the mates, the more vicious the backlash.

Antony and I had a soul compatibility of ninety percent, so this pain was nearly tearing me in half.

"Why put yourself through this?" Antony instinctively reached out to help me, but I slapped his hand away.

"Don't pretend to care." I gasped for breath, my eyes filled with disgust and hatred. "You've wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you? Otherwise you never would have refused to mark me all this time."

Antony didn't deny it, his eyes evasive.

He looked at me for a while, then lowered his gaze, his face remaining calm: "Sleep here tonight. I have some things to take care of."

With that, he left.

I watched his retreating figure, tears finally breaking free.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, but they kept flowing faster than I could wipe them away.

Just then, my phone rang. It was my mother, Margo.

"Lucia, your brother trespassed into the high-ranking wolves' hunting grounds to poach. He was caught red-handed by the noble guards. According to tribal law, he'll have his transformation ability stripped and be exiled to the wilderness..." Margo's voice was choked with tears.