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Ninety five: Doubt

作者: Black Rose
last update publish date: 2026-06-04 23:17:55

DAMIEN

Clarissa answered on the second knock.

She was still dressed. The candle in the corner had burned down considerably which meant she’d been sitting in this room for hours, which meant she’d been waiting for something, and I filed that before I said a word.

“Come in,” she said.

I came in and didn’t sit.

She sat on the edge of the armchair and looked up at me with the careful expression of someone who had been rehearsing this conversation in their head and was now discovering that the real
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  • Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father   116: Goodbyes??

    SERAPHINAShane told me to stay in the corridor.I didn’t stay in the corridor.Clarissa’s apartment door was unlocked, the handle turning without resistance when Shane tried it, which should have told us something. We went in and she was at the desk with papers spread across it, going through them with the focused efficiency of someone on a deadline.She looked up when we came through the door.Something moved across her face. Not a surprise exactly. More of an annoyance that her timeline had been compressed. She was wearing a leather pant and jacket that made her look completely different from how I’d remembered.“Back off,” she said.“Clarissa—” Shane started.I was already moving.She came up from the chair fast, faster than anyone who spent their days teaching history and psychology had any business moving, and she met me halfway across the room. Her forearm came up and deflected my first strike cleanly, the technique automatic, no thought required.She’d been trained and defin

  • Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father   115: Goodbyes

    SERAPHINA “Leaving for where?” I asked.Shane picked up a practice pad from the edge of the mat and set it down somewhere else for no reason, just to have something to do with his hands. “I don’t know yet. Not Blue Moon or here.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the honest one.” He looked at me. “This place takes something out of me. Every week I’ve been here, I feel it. Like I came in with a full tank and something has been draining it slowly without asking.” He shook his head. “Everything is messy and dangerous and I came here to teach kids how to fight and instead I’ve driven across three territories and watched people get shot and been in the middle of things that have nothing to do with me.”“That’s not—”“I’m not blaming you,” he said. “I’m not blaming anyone. I’m just telling you how it feels to be me in this place.”I looked at him.He was telling the truth. That was the thing about Shane, he was almost incapable of performing something he didn’t feel, and what was on his face

  • Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father   114: Crossroads

    SERAPHINAI didn’t know what to do with my hands or my body. That was the specific problem. I had been standing in the entrance hall watching Damien walk away toward the pack hall and now I was in the entrance hall not walking anywhere and my hands were doing nothing useful and my brain was doing too much.“Eat something,” Agnes said from the kitchen doorway.“I’m not hungry.”“That wasn’t a suggestion.”I went into the kitchen and sat at the counter and Agnes put a plate in front of me and I ate because arguing with Agnes about food was a losing proposition and I had limited energy for losing propositions today.“Where is Alpha Damien?” I asked.“In the hall with those women and the elders.”“And then?”“And then wherever he goes next,” Agnes said. “You know how he is. He’ll handle it.”“I know how he is,” I said. “That’s why I’m worried.”Agnes looked at me with the expression she used when she agreed with something and wasn’t going to say so.I finished enough of the food to satis

  • Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father   113: Accusations

    DAMIEN“My men will take you to the pack hall,” I said to the women. “You’ll have water and somewhere comfortable to sit and I will be there in five minutes.”The woman on the floor looked up at me. She didn’t move immediately.“You have my word,” I said. “Nobody in this building is going to hurt you.”Brennan moved forward and said something low and calm to the group and they went, not quickly and not without looking back, but they went.I turned.Seraphina was still at the bottom of the stairs. Nadia had appeared behind her and Agnes was in the kitchen doorway and everyone in the entrance hall was looking at me as though I had just witnessed something they didn’t have a framework for.I didn’t either. Whatever just happened was trouble waiting to tip over and the weight of the exhaustion already sank deep on my shoulders. I crossed to Seraphina.“I’m handling it,” I said.“Do you want me there?”“No.”She looked at me. “Are you sure?”“This is coming from Cael,” I said, keeping my

  • Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father   112: To catch a break

    SERAPHINANadia was in the chair beside my bed when I opened my eyes.She was awake, sitting with her knees pulled up and a cup of something warm between her hands, watching me particularly with a sad smile stretched across her pretty face.Yesterday had felt like a dream so waking up and confirming that it was real and I was rescued, back home with the people I loved. “Morning,” she said in a honeyed tone. “Morning.” I sat up, rubbing my eyes with the back of my palm.She leaned forward and put her arms around me over the blanket and held on for a moment, the Nadia version of a hug which was always slightly more forceful than the situation technically required.“How do you feel?” she murmured into my shoulder.“Like myself,” I sighed. “Which is better than yesterday.”She pulled back and looked at my face, reading it the way she normally did, looking past what was presented to whatever was underneath.“The bruise is worse this morning,” she said. “Colour-wise. That’s normal though.

  • Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father   111: Information

    DAMIENThe man in the first room had been sitting against the wall for long enough that the cold had gotten into him properly. I could see it in the way he held himself, shoulders drawn in, as still as someone desperately trying to preserve body heat.He looked up when I came in.I crossed the room and crouched in front of him and held the gun where he could see it clearly.“Tell me about Cael Ashford,” I said.He looked at the gun before raising his gaze to me. Then he looked at the wall behind my left shoulder and said nothing.I stood up and went into the ceiling.The sound in the stone room was enormous, filling every corner and coming back at us from all directions, and the man flinched so hard his head hit the wall behind him.The plaster from the ceiling came down in pieces.I looked at him through the settling dust.“Tell me about Cael Ashford,” I said again.He pressed his lips together.His jaw was set hard and he was silent like someone who had been trained for this and wa

  • Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father   Ninety nine: Answers

    SERAPHINAI woke up reaching for certainty and finding none.The chair beside my bed was empty.I stared at it for a long moment, the exact spot where Gregory had been sitting in the dark watching me sleep, asking me what I remembered, and tried to decide whether it had happened or whether my exhau

  • Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father   106: Rest

    DAMIENShe didn’t sleep on the drive back.I’d expected her to. The exhaustion was visible in every part of her, in the way she held herself in the passenger seat, in the slight heaviness around her eyes, in the way her hands had finally stopped shaking an hour into the drive but remained folded t

  • Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father   102: Gregory

    SERAPHINAAnother morning arrived with the same activities as the one before it.Priya at the door at eight. The bath already drawn. Clothes laid out, fitted and considered and chosen by someone who had studied me from a distance.The smell of breakfast drifting up from somewhere below before I’d f

  • Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father   100: A cure

    DAMIENThe drive back to the packhouse was forty minutes of silence which I used to think.Gregory’s men were in the basement holding room. Two of them, separated, each with one of my most reliable people sitting across from them in the specific way that communicated the conversation was going to h

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