All Chapters of STOLEN BY THE RUTHLESS ALPHA: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

DAISY'S POVDustin smiled warmly as he stepped into the room, the affection in his eyes saying more than words ever could."Isla said you wanted to see me. I went for a drive with your cousin, and we just got back. Why are you having dinner in here?" he asked."I don't want to sit at the same table as Zordon and his ex. They're getting on my nerves. I'd rather just stay away from both of them," I said, handing him a spoon.He pulled out a chair and sat across from me, his smile gentle and sincere."Are you bothered by her?" he asked."Not really... maybe a little. She showed up out of nowhere, and now she suddenly seems important to him. I don't know how to feel about it. He's entertaining her—the same way..." I paused, closing my eyes and sighing."The same way Dexter entertained Kendra," Dustin finished for me."Yeah, exactly," I muttered, poking at the mashed potatoes on my plate."I don't think Zordon is like that. I know he cares about you—and so does Dexter. Dexter acted out of

DAISY'S POVThe cold shower didn't do a damn thing. My nerves were still a mess. I threw on the first comfortable outfit I could find after way too much digging around, then double-checked the bag Isla packed — more out of anxiety than anything else.I moved to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of fruit juice and some milk, then made my way toward the sitting room. Isla was already there, standing stiff like she was bracing herself for something. Neither of us said a word. We just walked outside together into the heavy, still air.Stefan and Dustin were waiting by the car, their faces tight, their bodies too stiff for my liking. I didn't hesitate — I went straight to Stefan."Hey," I said, pulling him into a hug. "Why are you awake? Don't tell me you're just here to say goodbye.""I am," he said, voice low. His arms locked around me so tight it hurt a little — and I didn't care. "We both are."For a second, I wished he wouldn't say anything else. But of course he did."I want to tell

DAISY'S POVMy hand slid inside his trousers and I grabbed hold of his dick, feeling how hot and heavy it was in my palm. I played with the tip, then stroked his length all the way down to his balls. Goddess, I loved how huge he felt in my hand — and the way he hissed in pleasure when I gave his balls a gentle squeeze made me even bolder."Fuck!" he cursed, obviously loving every second of it, and that only made me want to push him further.I kept teasing and stroking him, savouring the deep groans that rumbled from his chest, until he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his cock. He shoved his pants down, tossed them aside, and laid back on the bed with a sly grin, motioning for me to climb onto his face.An idea immediately sparked in my mind, and my pussy walls clenched, dripping with anticipation.I straddled his face without hesitation, eager to feel his mouth on me — but he didn't touch it with his tongue yet.Instead, his warm breath fanned against my aching pussy,

DAISY'S POV "Zordon watched you for weeks before he even told you he'd seen you at the library," Isla said. "He was observing you, trying to figure out what kind of person you were. It wasn't because he found you beautiful or attractive, or even because his wolf recognized you as his mate. It was your nurturing side, your strength, that caught his attention. He told me about the omega family you helped, bringing them groceries and medicine every week." I looked at her, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay. "Zordon never told me any of this," I whispered. "That's because he likes people to think he's a big meanie when really, he's just a giant teddy bear," she smirked. "That's why I kinda hated you so much at first. It's not like I hadn't seen him with other women before, but with you... I knew you were here to stay. I knew my chances with him were over." "Thank you for telling me this, Isla," I said softly. "You're welcome. Now dry your eyes and let's get some revenge on

DAISY'S POVI didn't know when I finally drifted off to sleep, but when I woke, I could immediately tell I was back in the Pinewood Pack. The air was exactly as I remembered it—heavy with tension and unease. As we drove through town, a few curious glances followed our car, their wary eyes tracking our every move. We parked a few miles from the packhouse and sat quietly for a moment.A knot twisted in my stomach. It felt like my entire being was rejecting this place. Something was deeply wrong here—it was too obvious to ignore. I was surprised the wolves hadn't spoken up about it... or maybe they had, and no one was listening.I stepped out of the car, and Isla followed, her expression just as grim as mine. I could tell she felt the same discomfort—maybe not with the same intensity, but it was there."Let's get whatever we came for and get the hell out of here," she said."I couldn't agree more," I replied, heading toward the packhouse.The sun was scorching, but Isla didn't seem to mi