登入⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅Several weeks had passed since our return from the borders, and my pregnancy symptoms had officially begun to aggressively kick in.The intense morning sickness was a daily battle, accompanied by sudden waves of severe dizziness, weird food cravings, and a heavy, bone-deep exhaustion that made my limbs feel like they were weighed down with iron.Even the faintest smells turned my stomach without warning, and my body no longer felt entirely like my own. It was as though something powerful was quietly reshaping me from the inside out.Thankfully, Zayn had assigned the head of the pack maids, a loyal older woman named Rhoda, to personally oversee my care. Rhoda was discreet, quietly preparing specialized, nutrient-rich meals to soothe my stomach as it adapted to the dominant wolf seed.And whenever Zayn wasn't out in the pack handling matters, or the country club or reinforcing border security, he was right by my side, catering to my every need.Sometimes, I wo
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ His fingers brushed against my cheek with a feather-light touch, his eyes searching mine with a desperate, silent intensity. We just stared at each other for a long moment, the quiet beauty of the lake enveloping us as I anchored him to reality. “Whatever happened in your past, Zayn, I am certain it was not your fault,” I said softly, leaning my face deeper into his warm palm. “You carried the weight of this pack on your shoulders when you were just young. And you don't have to force yourself to tell me a thing until you are ready. I just want you to know right now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I will always love you with all my heart, and nothing will ever change that.” The dark shadows in his gaze softened, a warmth melting over his features. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering peck against my lips. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?” he whispered against my jaw, his voice dropping into a dark, wicked chuckle. “Or do you want me to ruthlessly fuck
⋅ ⋅ ❦ 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 ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I spent the rest of the afternoon sharing evening snacks and comforting the displaced families at the shelter, trying to keep my mind off my racing thoughts. Before heading back, I tried calling Zayn, but the call went unanswered. I figured he was still deeply locked
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The next morning, the loud, rhythmic creaking of the old bed woke me from a deep sleep. I rolled over and reached out, but the sheets were already cold — Zayn wasn't in bed. Last night, right after Ronan brought us dinner, an overwhelming wave of fatigue hit us, and we
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ We walked into the small, rustic inn where we would be forced to spend the night until the unexpected massive rockslide that blocked the main mountain road out of town could be cleared by our guards. Sheila had seemingly overheard us discussing that we were trapped in
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅I was sitting quietly in the living room, scrolling through my social feeds. The internet was completely blowing up. Every pack forum and platform was full of breaking news about Victoria's shocking deceit, alongside vicious gossip questioning whether Nolan had been in on







