My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “She’s a bit… frigid, isn’t she?” I froze, my hand hovering inches from the handle of the VIP suite door. I had travelled for hours in secret, desperate… to surprise Nolan during the Alpha training he’d been away for these past three months. I had imagined his face lighting up the moment he saw me. I pictured us celebrating our six-month anniversary privately before returning home together as the power couple we were meant to be… everyone expected us to be. Instead, I found him in a nightclub—a den of sin—surrounded by his friends and other Alpha heirs. Thumping music vibrated through the door... and through the slight crack. I saw the truth: Nolan was surrounded by strippers. I stood there, paralysed, listening to him diminish and insult me while two girls twisted their bodies against his lap. Their laughter felt like broken glass against my skin. “Frigid,” I heard his voice ring out with a crudeness I’d never heard before—never even knew he pos

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I woke up with my body feeling incredibly sore, yet awakened in a way I had never felt before. Every muscle ached, a reminder of everything that had happened. I—Blair Rose—had spent the night with a stranger. I had let him in. I had trusted him with my body. I sat up, burying my face in my hands. “Blair Rose… what have you done?” The memories of the night flooded back. It was so different from what people said. They said it was supposed to be an obligation, a duty. For me, it was a transformation. It had almost hurt—it wanted to hurt. But I had craved it so badly that I pushed through the initial sting. The sensation of him pushing into me, claiming me inch by inch, had turned the pain into something instinctive and undeniable. It was as if he had always belonged there, filling a space inside me that no man had ever touched. He hadn't just taken my virginity; he had taken up residence in my soul. I climbed out of bed, my legs feeling heavy, and stood

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The maid escorted me to a guest room to change out of my soaked clothes. They provided a red silk dress with thin spaghetti straps; it was short, ending only an inch past my knees. I was grateful for the jacket and boots I’d worn earlier. I pulled the jacket tight, making sure the collar covered the faint, darkening love bites that still marked my neck, and body—brands left by the man who was currently sitting in the living room. I stared at myself in the mirror, my heart racing out of control. I had spent every second since that night trying to forget his touch, only to find out he was the Alpha King—my fiancé’s father. As I finished dressing, I walked through the long, cold hallways of the pack house. My breath hitched as I entered the living room. Alpha Zayn and Nolan were sitting across from each other. Seeing them together was jarring—Nolan was a boy playing at power, while Zayn embodied it. Nolan looked at Zayn, whose face remained hard and impas

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ I walked into the training wing, the air dense with sweat. Nolan was there, his knuckles raw as he hammered away at a heavy punching bag. I watched him for a moment—the heir to my throne.Even at his supposed best, his strikes were weak. I wanted him to be stronger than me, to be a man worthy of the Trifang name, but every day he seemed to fail me. Still, he was my blood, and I would give him every chance to prove himself, to improve.“Come on... let’s spar,” I commanded.Nolan stopped mid-swing, his chest heaving. He looked at me, and for a moment, I saw real fear in his eyes. He knew he was outclassed, but he also knew that saying no to me wasn’t an option.He stepped into the ring, his stance shaky. We began to spar, and I moved with practised ease, lowering myself just enough to show him where his defence was lacking. But as I dodged a sloppy hook, my mind flashed back to the pool—the sight of him laughing while Blair fought for her life. A surge of c

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ We spent the entire day preparing for the dinner. My parents were a chaotic mix of anxiety and raw excitement at the prospect of meeting the Alpha King of the Trifang Pack. My mother was the worse of the two; despite how stingy she usually was with money, she spared no expense today. We went to the best salon in the city for hair, nails, and a full skin treatment. She was so manic that she wouldn’t even let me lift a finger. She insisted on reaching for everything for me, terrified that I might chip a nail or ruin my manicure. I wanted to scream at her. What was the point? The King had already seen me, Mother. He had already seen everything, and he had touched even more. A perfect manicure wasn’t going to change what was already written between us. Between treatments, she stayed on her phone, calling every friend and distant relative we were still in contact with—just like she did when Nolan first proposed. She made sure everyone knew that we were