Mag-log in⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ It was a week later when Nolan finally managed to corner Belinda and force a full confession out of her — and it went down exactly as Elaine had predicted. Once Sheila realised she had completely failed to secure Zayn’s heart and claim the throne for herself, They shifted their target to Nolan. Their desperate scheme had nothing to do with honouring the old Northern bloodline; it was pure, unbridled ambition to infiltrate at any cost. Knowing Zayn, I could already imagine the ruthless punishment awaiting them once he brought down the hammer. And when Zayn was silent, it never meant mercy — it meant he was deciding just how far he was willing to go. During that same whirlwind week, I officially convened the very first meeting of the Luna Council. I had dispatched dozens of formal invitations, but only a handful of courageous, high-ranking she-wolves actually showed up. Still, I wasn't discouraged. Not outwardly, at least. Leadership meant standing
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Our clothes had already been discarded somewhere on the bedroom floor, forgotten in the quiet warmth of the room, as Zayn drew me into another slow, claiming kiss — this one lingering, like he was savouring the moment before everything else took over. My fingers dug fiercely into the hard muscles of his back, tracing the heated lines of his spine as he positioned himself against my entrance. He brushed against my aching, sensitive core, deliberately teasing me, and a breathless, helpless whimper escaped my lips.For a fleeting second, I remembered who he was beyond this room — an Alpha, a man the entire kingdom bowed to. And yet here, with me, he felt only like Zayn “Tell me you want me, Rose,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough but controlled, like he was holding something far more dangerous beneath the surface. “Not as your Alpha. As yours.” “I want you,” I breathed, my voice shaking despite myself. “—just you. Zayn… please.” For a moment,
⋅ ⋅ ❦ 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 ❦ ⋅ ⋅“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
⋅ ⋅ ♔ 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







