Semua Bab Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex-Fuck Buddy : Bab 11 - Bab 20

DARIUS“I want a full investigation into Vivienne Fox. Her life after she left the pack. Every name she ever whispered. Every place she ever touched.”The words came out colder than I meant them, slicing through the stillness of my office like a blade. Across from me, Beta Garrick lounged in my leather chair like this was just another day. But his eyes sharpened.“Still not over her, huh?” he scoffed with a crooked smile. “I thought we moved past your little obsession. I mean—you scoured every inch of this territory looking for your friend.” He gave the word a mocking lilt. “All while preparing to marry your Luna—”“No.” I cut him off, voice firm and low.There was a pause. Then he raised a brow, amused. “Ah. This about the kid?” He leaned forward. “The one with yourbirthmark... and the same weird fears you used to have as a pup?”My throat tightened. My pulse skipped.Vivienne Fox... what spell did you cast on me? Why does just hearing your name make me forget who the hell I am? on a

DARIUS I’m getting the results today. The ones that could change everything. The timing? Cruel. Fitting. Ironic. All of it. Because it’s also the night of her dinner—the infamous pre-birthday tease, as she so lovingly calls it. Celestria. The Crimson Princess. She grew up with the tradition of having a private dinner before the ball, a quiet indulgence before the storm. She told me once that she liked to be celebrated in layers. First the slow build… then the explosion. Of champagne. Of power. Of attention. It’s just me and her tonight — with her parents, and she told me she invited Vivienne. No daughter. Lily’s at her academy. I step out of the car, straightening my jacket. The city glows in gold and blood, like it's dressed for her. And maybe it is. She loops her arm through mine the second we approach the entrance of the rooftop restaurant, her nails lightly scraping my sleeve. “Don’t look so tense,” she murmurs, lips brushing close to my ear like silk and sin. “It’s just d

DARIUS I shouldn’t be this gutted. I shouldn’t feel this hollow ache pounding in my chest as I stare at the damn paternity results. The paper flutters in my hand like it knows it just slapped me. Like it’s mocking me. She was with someone else. While we were... something. Not quite lovers, not quite strangers. Just two bodies tangled in heat and silence. A fucked-up routine of midnight touches and morning regrets. Friends with benefits, we said. No strings. No expectations. No jealousy. And yet, here I am. Slumped against the cold bathroom sink like I just got punched in the gut. “Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth, slamming my fist on the marble. The sound echoes like my pride breaking in half. I stare at myself in the mirror. Jaw locked. Eyes red. Hair a mess. I look exactly like a man trying not to break. Why does it burn? Why the hell does it feel like someone just stole something that was never mine to begin with? Because she let someone else touch her. She l

Darius I couldn’t resist after what happened that I went after her. I slam my fist into the wood. “Open the damn door, Fox.” Nothing. I hit it again. “Vivian’s. I swear to the f*cking gods, if you don’t—” It creaks open. And there she is. Barefoot. Messy hair. Eyes rimmed red. In a silk robe that barely hides anything, like she forgot I was poison and let herself rot in the memory of me. “Satisfied?” she spits, voice raspy. I step inside. Close the door behind me with a click that echoes like a gunshot. “You think I came here for answers?” I mutter, my voice low, dark. “I came here because I can’t f*cking breathe without you.” Her laugh is bitter. “You seemed just fine with Celestria’s tongue down your throat last month.” “Don’t,” I growl. She raises her chin. “Don’t what? Remind you that you chose her?” I’m on her in seconds. Pinning her against the wall. My hands flat on either side of her head, breath fanning her lips. Her chest heaves, robe fa

VivienneI didn’t know what the hell Celestria was thinking, dragging me into her gilded dressing room and forcing me to pick a damn dress for her birthday party like we were besties. After everything. After the threats.God, she was exhausting. Threatening me was her hobby at this point.But I wasn’t scared. Not of her. I was scared for him, my son. The only reason I even played along with her games. So here I was, standing in front of the mirror in a black bodycon dress that clung to me like a second skin, pretending this wasn’t all one giant act of psychological warfare.An omega girl slithered into the room, clipboard in hand, eyes scanning me up and down like I was a piece of meat. “Have you chosen your dress?” she asked, her tone tight.“This sucks, by the way,” I said through clenched teeth, adjusting the neckline.She flinched, hard. “It’s the Luna’s most—”“I didn’t ask,” I snapped. “Where’s my son?”She hesitated. That annoying, loaded pause. Then: “Oh, he’s doing so well. P