로그인⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Why are you frantically looking for Lucia at this hour, Nolan?” I asked, my motherly instincts flaring in alarm. “She made a painting...” Elaine spoke up quietly from the armchair, her eyes narrowing as if she had already pieced everything together. “Yeah... a very — let’s just say — unsettling painting,” Nolan panted. “One I didn’t even pay attention to until twenty minutes ago. But something in my gut is telling me there’s a story hidden behind it.” A heavy silence fell over the lounge. Nolan’s eyes suddenly drifted away from me and locked onto Elaine. He blinked, a flicker of unease crossing his face as he stared at her — like he was noticing her presence for the first time — taking in her strange, almost intimidatingly majestic posture. “Wait... who are you?” he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. “That is a very long story, Alpha hier,” Elaine answered calmly, taking another slow sip of her tea. Before Nolan could question her further, Rhod
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ After dinner, we retreated to the private lounge, settling onto the sofas after Rhoda led a yawning Lucia off to her bedroom. I couldn’t shake the cold knot of anxiety tightening in my chest over what my daughter had said at the dining table. Lucia had looked so certain — too certain for a child. That quiet, knowing look in her eyes had unsettled me more than her words ever could. And I knew my girl — she never spoke without reason, and her rare instincts had never once been wrong. Zayn’s eyes locked onto Elaine’s. “Elaine... are you really who I think you are?” “You should always trust whatever your primal instincts tell you, High Alpha,” she answered calmly, taking a slow sip of her tea. Zayn’s head snapped toward me, his brow furrowed. “Did you know about all of this, Blair?” “That she’s your grandmother? Or that your late mother was a forbidden wolf?” I replied softly. His eyes widened in shock. “How do you know that?” He leaned back, runnin
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Elaine...” Zayn said, taking his place at the head of the dining table, his leather coat already discarded into the waiting hands of a servant. “Alpha Zayn...” Elaine replied, inclining her head with quiet respect. “Call her Nana,” Lucia interjected, her little hands folded neatly on the tablecloth as she looked at her father head-on with quiet authority. Zayn paused mid-motion, pulling his chair closer as he looked over at her. “What?” I pressed my lips together, hiding behind my wine glass to stop myself from bursting into giggles. “Don't bother the High Alpha, child...” Elaine started softly, but Lucia cut her off without missing a beat. “No, Nana,” Lucia insisted, her bright, rare electric-blue eyes locking onto Zayn’s dark ones with zero fear. “Call her Nana, Papa.” Zayn stared at our young cub for a second before a deep, rumbling laugh spilled from his chest. “Nana, huh? Alright, my little princess, if that’s what you command, then Nana she i
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I walked a few paces behind them, my heart blooming with an indescribable, soothing warmth as Lucia practically dragged Elaine down the hallway toward the grand dining room for dinner. Watching my daughter giggle and bond so effortlessly with her mysterious great-grandmother brought a beautiful light into the house. We all gathered around the dining table, taking our seats. My gaze instinctively drifted toward the head of the table. Zayn’s silver plate, crystal glass, and napkin were pristine and perfectly laid out. A familiar, nervous flutter settled in my chest. I just hope he actually makes it tonight too… “He will come,” Elaine and Lucia chimed in unison. I blinked, looking between them before we all burst into laughter, the identical certainty in their voices was impossible to ignore. “Well, if both of my psychics say so, then I believe you,” I giggled, reaching up to softly wipe a stray tear of laughter from the corner of my eye. “Nana… h
⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ I couldn't concentrate on a word during the council meeting. My mind reeled with the shocking revelations the midwife had brought — the truth about my mother, our forbidden and ancient northern bloodline, and the overwhelming extent of my own power. My chest felt tight, my pulse erratic, like something buried deep inside me had just been dragged to the surface. A relentless storm of questions battered my mind, making the endless political debates of the elders fade into meaningless background noise. My fingers twitched at my sides, a restless energy coiling beneath my skin, as if my alpha was just as unsettled by the truth clawing its way. The moment the meeting ended, I marched back to my private office, eager to pull the old woman aside for answers — only to stop dead in my tracks the second I opened the door. Sheila was sitting in my seat behind the desk. I didn’t say a word at first. I simply stepped inside and closed the door behind me — sl
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I sat on the velvet armchair in our private lounge, my mind racing as I finalized the blueprints for the Luna Council. I had already drafted the formal invitations for the wives of the High Council, the wives of the elders. Now, all that was left was to dispatch them and see who actually possessed the courage — or the political audacity — to show up. I just hoped everything would go according to plan. I needed to build a fortress of female loyalty around this empire — not just for myself, but to safeguard my daughter's future. “Mama...!” Lucia’s sweet voice echoed down the short hallway as she pushed open the lounge door. “Hey, my sweet girl,” I smiled warmly, looking up — only to freeze when I saw who was walking right behind her. An elderly woman stepped into the room, her hand resting gently on Lucia's small shoulder. Despite her advanced age and the deep lines carved into her face, she possessed an undeniable beauty — a quiet elegance that seeme
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅“Blair, why won't you just talk to me?” Zayn asked, his footsteps following closely behind me as we slammed the double doors to our bedroom shut.“Because I don't want to talk to you right now, Zayn,” I said, not even turning around to look at him.“Why?” he pressed.“Rea
⋅ ⋅ ❦ 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
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ A few hours later, I found myself standing at the entrance of the hotel bar. I took a deep breath and shrugged off my coat, revealing the black lace dress. It was short—dangerously short—clinging to my thighs and leaving my skin exposed to the cool air. At first, I fe
⋅ ⋅ ❦ 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 li







