INICIAR SESIÓN⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Zayn held my hand tightly in his as he led me deep into the pack house, far past the guarded perimeter fences. A small entourage of silent pack maids followed a few paces behind us, carefully carrying a large, hand-woven picnic basket. I had never been into this hidden side of the grounds before. It felt like stepping directly into an untouched, mystical paradise. The air was crisp and pure, surrounded by a dense canopy of ancient, emerald-green trees that cast beautiful, dancing shadows across a path of soft moss. As we walked further, the soothing, distant rumble of rushing water grew louder, until the trees suddenly parted to reveal a breathtaking, crystal-clear lake. The afternoon sun reflected off the pristine surface like millions of glittering diamonds. Standing there, a sudden, vivid memory flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. I remembered back during the early, chaotic days of our relationship, when Zayn ha
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅I stood up slowly from my chair, my heart slamming against my chest. I had never, ever seen Zayn this angry before. And as I stared at Nolan being pinned against the stone pillar, I couldn't even process the cruel words that had just left his mouth. How could he say something so twisted to his own father, knowing how much it would affect him?“Go ahead... take off my head! It won't be the first time, right, Dad?” Nolan choked out, a twisted, mocking smirk forming on his face even as he gasped for air under Zayn's iron grip. “It won't be the first time you ruthlessly take the head of your own blood!”The moment those words cut through the air, Zayn’s entire alpha aura shifted. The pressure radiating from him grew that the dining room seemed to shake, and the depth in his eyes bled into a pitch-black, predatory abyss.“You don’t get to act like a father now...,” Nolan rasped, his voice raw with something darker than anger. The muscles along Zayn’s arm flexed
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ It took three agonizing days before Zayn finally released the reckless idiots from the lower dungeons. He let them go with a warning so severe and blood-curdling that I didn't think anyone of them would ever dare to even breathe near our doors again. Their parents couldn't even come to save them. But when it came to Nolan, I had no idea what his punishment would be. Zayn had been tight-lipped about it, but I was certain it would be a thousand times worse than a few nights in a dark cell. On the fourth morning, I was sitting alone at the dining table for breakfast. Zayn had been up since dawn, taking care of pack business and rearranging the house's high-security protocols to ensure the house was perfectly safe for me and our baby. Suddenly, the dining room doors pushed open, and Nolan walked in. He looked drained, his skin pale and his jaw tightly set. He cautiously scanned the room first, and the moment he realized his father wasn't physically present
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Zayn stormed into our bedroom, his body radiating a terrifying heat as I quietly closed the doors behind us. He was practically vibrating with a volatile, untamed anger. He marched straight toward the wood paneling, leaning in to press the hidden biometric button. The section of the wall slid upward, revealing his private bar. He aggressively grabbed a crystal decanter, pouring himself a double shot of scotch and swallowing it in one burning gulp. He immediately poured a second glass, turning around to hand it to me. But mid-motion, his hand froze. His dark eyes locked onto my body, and realization struck him as he remembered the secret life currently blooming inside me. He set the glass down so hard the crystal rattled. “He stood right in front of me before we left and swore to me that he was ready to learn how to rule,” Zayn growled, running a frustrated hand through his dark hair as he paced the room. “And what did I do? I actually trusted his word
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ We finally wrapped up our remaining border routes and made the long, exhausting drive back home. The very moment our armored convoy passed through the heavily guarded iron gates of the pack house, relief washed over me. But at the exact same time, a strange pang of nostalgia struck my chest, and I realized a part of me was actually going to deeply miss our trip. I would miss the beauty of the borders, and most of all, I would miss the people we met along the way. Going on this journey with Zayn had forced me out of my sheltered bubble, allowing me to connect with the pack members and truly understand the harsh realities of their daily lives. I couldn't help but wonder when I would ever be allowed to leave the house like that again. On a brighter note, I could confidently say that Sheila and I had left things on good terms. Before we departed the inn, Zayn had finalized a financial grant to renovate and expand her property. It was his private, silent w
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅“I honestly cannot believe it... I am going to be a grandmother!” Mum gasped over the line, her voice cracking with tears of joy, the moment I broke the news of the pregnancy to her.I leaned back against the bedroom wall, a soft smile playing on my lips. “Yeah, Mum. It’s real.”“Oh, my sweet girl... You have to promise me you will take care of yourself, do you hear me?” Mum immediately shifted into high-alert mother mode, her tone laced with deep, frantic worry. “You need to rest, eat twice as much, and don't lift a single heavy thing! The process of carrying a royal wolf bloodline can be brutal, Blair. Promise me you won't hide it if you feel sick!”“Mum... please calm down, I am totally fine,” I chuckled softly, trying to soothe her rising anxiety. “Zayn is right here with me. He’s taking care of everything. You don't have anything to worry about.”“Well, I just can't wait to see you... Oh, I mean, I can't wait to see both of you! Or rather, all three of
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅Cora and I rushed out to the courtyard, the cool morning air biting at my skin. The moment we stepped outside, my eyes locked onto a young wolf kneeling in the dirt, trembling in front of my husband.But what truly caught my attention was the fabric clutched tightly in th
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅I wasn't able to sleep a single wink last night. Oddly enough, I wasn't even consumed with worry over the fact that Zayn hadn't returned to our bedroom.I mean, a small, stubborn part of me was definitely still anxious about where he was spending his night, but my mind wa
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Good morning, Luna,” Ronan greeted me. “Good morning,” I croaked. The raw roughness in my voice was so glaringly obvious that I had to clear my throat quickly. Zayn didn’t say a word, but he slid a steaming cup of herbal tea toward me. His fingers paused briefly near
⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ “If you need anything else while the reconstruction is underway, you can reach out directly to my Beta,” I rumbled, gesturing toward Ronan as we finally reached the end of our gruelling, hours-long meeting. The village elders all nodded in unison, murmuring a chorus







