All Chapters of Alpha Daddy Is My Step Uncle: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

~MANDA~ There was a loud knock on my door, sudden enough to make my heart skip a beat. I wasn't expecting anyone and I definitely didn't order anything. My lips pressed together in a frown. I hesitated for a second, my hand frozen on the handle, and then slowly turned it. The moment the door swung open, I froze completely. Roman was standing there with that cold, infuriating smirk tugging at his lips, it made my stomach twist with panic. “Got you." The calmness in his tone made my blood run cold. I swallowed hard, my mind racing. Every instinct screamed at me to move, to shut the door, to run but I was rooted to the spot, caught completely off guard by the sheer confidence in his approach. His expression was icy, and it hit me like a physical force the moment he stepped closer. His Alpha scent rolled over me in heavy waves, so overwhelming that my chest tightened and my lungs felt like they were betraying me. I struggled to draw in a normal breath, each inhale burning slightly as

~ISLA~ My face burned, every stare in the shop boring holes through my skin. I leaned closer to Elsie, my voice low and a little cautious. “Let’s just go,” I whispered. “It’s not worth it. Please.” She looked at me, eyes still blazing. “No,” she said immediately. I groaned inwardly. she could be so stubborn sometimes. “Elsie,” I murmured, my stomach tight, “this is already so embarrassing. Let’s leave.” She shook her head, her mind already set. “Why should we?” she said softly. “Because they asked? Right after they insulted us?” I swallowed. “I just don’t want this to turn into something worse.” She straightened, refusing to budge. “I’m not handing it over simply because they think they’re better than us,” she said firmly. “I won’t.” I stood there beside her, torn between wanting to disappear and knowing she was standing her ground for both of us, the tension thick in the air as the girls watched, smug and expectant, waiting to see who would fold first. I tried to b

ISLA The next day at work, I walked in cautiously, still feeling the residue of yesterday’s chaos clinging to me. I expected the usual tension, the gossips, the cold stares at work but what I found made me pause. Everyone was… different. Even the mean ones, the very people who had made my first days a nightmare were approaching me with smiles that looked so obviously forced, their tones unusually polite. “Good morning, Isla,” one said cheerfully as she passed my desk, a warm, almost nervous edge to her voice. Another, who had been particularly harsh before, dropped a cup of coffee nto my table with an apologetic tilt of her head. “Here, I thought you might need these first,” she murmured, avoiding my eyes. I raised an eyebrow, blinking. “Uh… thanks,” I said cautiously, my fingers brushing over my paperwork. Even the ones, who usually kept to themselves, stopped to offer small words of encouragement, the kind I hadn’t heard since I’d started. It was strange, jarring, even. I cou

~Isla~ It had been one whole week. Seven long, dragging days, and I was moody as hell. I noticed it in the smallest things first, the way I snapped at nothing, the way my patience wore thin faster than usual, the way everything felt dull and heavy no matter how hard I tried to shake it off. I told myself it was work stress, exhaustion, anything but the truth. It was the damn gifts. They were gone like they never existed and it was all in my head. No flowers waiting for me. No notes at all. None of those thoughtful gifts to brighten up my day. Nothing. And I hated how much I noticed. I kept catching myself glancing at my car when I closed from work, half-expecting to see something on the hood, something tucked carefully where only I would notice it. Every time there was nothing, my chest tightened just a little more. Had he really given up this time? The thought should have relieved me. It was exactly what I had told him to d. But instead of peace, all it brought was this stra

ISLA The minute his fingers made contact with my skin, a shiver ran through my skin. His lips pressed gently against mine, a slow kiss. Teasing, testing, but soon, the gentleness faded away. . My hands instinctively went to his chest as heat coursed through me. Every nerve in my body was screaming for more, and I felt myself melting against him. Even though I was a little anxious moments ago, every form of hesitation faded away as our bodies collided. He jacked me up, my legs instantly wrapping around him without breaking the kiss. The world narrowed to the heat between us, to the way his breath hitched when I tightened my hold, to the faint tremor I felt beneath his steady hands. His forehead rested against mine for a heartbeat, as h broke off the kiss briefly. Our lips were still touching, giving us both a chance to breathe, to reconsider. But his eyes, dark, intent, searching, told me everything he didn't say. It felt like he was bare before me. “Isla,” he murmured. The