Se connecter⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Rhoda brought a light, nourishing lunch up to my room. After forcing myself to finish every bite for the sake of the baby, I swallowed the specialized prenatal medicines and quickly surrendered to a deep, dreamless sleep. When I woke up hours later, my body felt sticky and heavy. I desperately needed a bath. Stepping into the bathroom, I turned on the shower, letting the hot steam fill the air before sliding into the glass enclosure. As the warm water cascaded down my skin, my mind immediately began to torturously replay everything that had happened. How could I have been so blind? I choked on a sob, the guilt crushing my chest. I had been so stupid to blindly follow that guard, practically walking straight into my own doom. And now, because of my mistake, Zayn was locked away in war meeting, preparing to launch a bloody campaign that could result in hundreds, if not thousands, of innocent pack deaths. A horrific thought pierced my heart: if my
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I fought against the lingering weakness in my limbs, forcing my legs to swing over the edge of the bed as I leaned heavily on Rhoda's shoulder for support. “My Luna, please! I beg of you, you need to get back into bed,” Rhoda pleaded, her hands gently but firmly trying to guide me back under the duvet. “The doctor strictly ordered rest!” “I don't care what the doctor said, Rhoda. I need to see my husband right now,” I rasped, my throat still burning as I stubbornly pushed past her and dragged my stiff body toward the bedroom door. “I am so sorry, my Luna, but I cannot let you do that,” Rhoda said, quickly stepping in front of me with a desperate, sorrowful look in her eyes. “He’s in a war meeting,” she said softly. “He hasn’t slept in a week. He stayed with you the entire time — he only left because the pack is falling apart. If you go out there, he’ll walk away from that meeting… and everything will collapse.” Her emotional words struck a chord in my
⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ But as I stared out the window at the vast expanse of my territory, a rare shadow of doubt crossed my mind. Were my people truly willing — and ready — to fight a full-scale war right now? The pack warriors had barely rested or recovered from the devastating casualties of the last rogue attack. Faces flickered through my mind — warriors who had stood at my side, now nothing more than memories carved into graves. Could I really ask what remained of my army to march straight into another bloodbath? To watch more of them fall under my command? My jaw tightened. The hesitation burned — but it did not last. I knew the toll it would take. But this time, things were different. I wouldn’t stay behind walls and strategy tables while others bled for my command. This time, I would be on the front lines myself, tearing through the enemy. If Meera wanted to use her brother’s execution to threaten my family, then I would use this chaos to fulfill a long-standin
⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ “Meera,” I said, my voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble as I sat behind the mahogany desk in my private study. “Zayn… listen to me,” Meera’s desperate, high-pitched voice echoed through the laptop. I could see her clearly in Owen’s seat. “I have an offer for you. I am the only one who can make sure your brutal execution of our Alpha doesn’t lead to a catastrophic, bloody war. I have the power to calm my people and suppress the rogue factions who want your head — but it comes with a price.” A slow, deliberate tap echoed from my finger against the desk. Once. Twice. “You always did like theatrics, Meera,” I said calmly. Her eyes narrowed. “And you always underestimate me.” I leaned back in my leather chair, tapping my fingers once again against the desk, a cold smirk touching my lips. “I don’t underestimate threats,” I said, my voice quieter now. “I eliminate them.” “But you’re stalling,” Meera snapped. “Am I?” I tilted my head slightl
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Muffled, tense voices echoed through a thick fog as I slowly, painfully forced my eyelids open. My vision was blurry at first, but I could make out the towering figures of Zayn and Ronan standing near the far side of the room. It was our bedroom. A dull, heavy ache settled deep in my bones, leaving me disoriented as I struggled to understand why I felt so weak. Then the terrifying memories hit me. Owen. The lounge. His weight crushed me into the velvet sofa, the fabric rough against my skin as his foul breath brushed my face, his sickening laugh echoing in my ears while I fought desperately to protect my baby and myself. And... Zayn exploded through the door in a flash of blinding fury. “Alpha King, she's finally awake,” Ronan announced, his sharp voice instantly breaking the silence. Zayn didn't waste a second. He marched over to my side and sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at me with an expression raw with relief and lingering torment. I
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅I spun around, gripping the handle and throwing my weight against the door. It didn't budge. I rattled it, but the lock was engaged from the outside. Panic exploded in my chest as I began to furiously bang on the thick wood with both fists.“Zayn! Zayn!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking with desperation.From behind me, Owen’s dark, mocking laughter echoed through the enclosed space, sending a chill down my spine.“Go ahead and scream, sweetheart. Nobody out there is going to hear you,” he purred, the sound of his heavy footsteps drawing closer. “And that loyal little guard who escorted you down here? He’s my man. He successfully drew away the watchguards Zayn placed on you. You’re completely, entirely alone.”Realizing the banging was useless, I slowly turned to face him. I forced the panic down, twisting my features into a cold, unyielding mask. “Then what the hell do you want from me, Owen?”“I just need ten minutes of your time,” he s
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I walked into our apartment, clutching my jacket tightly around my body as if it could protect me from the questions I knew were coming. My parents were in the living room, glued to their favourite serial drama—a show they never missed—but the second the door clicked sh
⋅ ⋅ ❦ 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, mak
⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ I had to leave the hotel in the early hours of dawn. My phone had been buzzing incessantly with the news that Nolan had gotten into yet another drunken brawl. In the years since I separated from his mother, I have tried my best to be a guiding force for him—he is
⋅ ⋅ ❦ 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 u







