LOGIN⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Zayn and I finally retreated back into our bedroom. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down heavily, letting out a long, exhausted sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire kingdom. I climbed onto the bed behind him, shifting closer until I was kneeling right at his back. I reached out, my hands finding the tight, knotted muscles of his broad shoulders, and began to knead them gently. I hoped my touch brought him some small relief after the long, chaotic day. Though my thoughts drifted somewhere far more intense, I kept my hands steady, wondering if he could feel the shift in me as a restless heat curled low in my stomach. A part of me felt guilty for it — for wanting him like this when everything around us was falling apart — but the feeling only burned hotter the more I tried to ignore it. “You must be completely exhausted if you’re willingly leaving Nolan to handle both Sheila and Belinda,” I said softly, breaking the q
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Every pair of eyes in the room locked onto Lucia, the air thickening as we waited for her to say something — anything that could give us a thread of truth to untangle this deadly web. “She was just mean,” Lucia murmured, her voice small as her toes rubbed nervously against each other in her flip-flops. She peeked up at Zayn for a brief second before lowering her gaze again. “She told me to go away because you were too busy for me, Papa…” Her fingers curled into his shirt as she leaned closer. “That’s all.” Her words struck me like a blade to the chest. My breath hitched, my fingers instinctively curling into the fabric of my dress as a fierce wave of protectiveness surged through me. Beside me, Zayn’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, his arm instinctively pulling Lucia closer against him as if shielding her from even the memory of it. “Are you completely sure that’s all she said, princess?” Nolan pressed, his face tight with anxiety. She hesitated
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I softly pushed open the door to Lucia's bedroom and stepped inside. The moment I crossed the threshold, her rare, electric-blue eyes fluttered open, practically illuminating the dim, moonlit room with their ethereal glow. For a fleeting second, they didn’t just reflect the moonlight — they seemed to glow from within. “Mama...” she murmured sweetly, rubbing her eyes. “Hey, my sweet baby,” I whispered. Zayn and Nolan had sent me up to gently wake her because of the dark revelations hidden within that painting. Even though it broke my heart to disturb her sleep, a huge part of me was deeply relieved that Zayn was taking her mystical visions seriously rather than dismissing them. “Is Nolan here?” she asked, sitting up in her small bed. I gave her a nod, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, sweetie... he's with your father and Nana. Can you come and help us with something really, really important?” “Of course, Mama,” she answered without a second of h
⋅ ⋅ ❦ 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 ❦ ⋅ ⋅“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







