Semua Bab Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex-Fuck Buddy : Bab 41 - Bab 49

VivienneI don’t have time for games today. Not with my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest and my son quietly clutching my hand like he already senses the storm I’m walking us both into.The auction’s today. Not just any auction—this is where monsters wear silk, where secrets get sold behind champagne smiles. And I’m dragging my son through the fire with me because I have to find out what that doctor did. If Darius forged that DNA test, I’ll skin the truth out of someone.We arrived at the estate, all glass and steel like it’s pretending to be classy, but it reeks of blood money and fake laughter. I barely made it past the main gates before I was intercepted by some woman who looked like she eats rocks for breakfast.She raised a clipboard like it was a damn sword. “May I ask who you are?”I blinked. “I’m Vivienne Fox. I’m attending on behalf of Sebastian and Daisy Velloré.”She arched a brow like I just handed her a forged ID. “Your name’s not on the list.”Okay, bitch.“It d

“Too late for what?” My voice cracked, and I hated how small it sounded.Zara’s eyes flared, like I’d just asked if fire burned. “For you to still have a choice, Vivienne. That’s what.”I blinked, tightening my hold on my son. “What are you talking about? I don’t—”She let out a laugh—sharp, humorless, like broken glass. “God, you’re still so stubborn. Always thinking you can walk into a den of wolves and come out clean.”“I’m not afraid of Celestria,” I snapped, finally finding my voice.“Good,” Zara said, leaning in until her forehead almost touched mine. “Then be afraid of Darius.”That shut me up.The silence between us was a pulse, loud and heavy. My wolf stirred, unsure, sensing the storm behind Zara’s words.“What—” I started, but Zara cut me off with a single look.“Don’t play dumb with me,” she hissed. “You think I don’t see the way he looks at you? Like you’re a mess he wants to own and ruin at the same time?”My stomach tightened. “That’s not—”“Don’t lie. Not to me.” She j

Vivienne He’s too close. So close I can count the gold flecks in his wolf-dark eyes. So close my lungs forget how to work, like breathing is some luxury I don’t deserve in his gravity. Why is he doing this to me? “Back up,” I whisper. He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. Darius only knows how to advance or annihilate. “Why are you shaking?” he murmurs, voice low, dangerous. “From fear… or from memory?” I glare. “From rage.” He smiles, humorless. “Lie prettier.” I try to step sideways; his hand hits the wall beside my head, caging me in. My son is a few steps away with Zara—safe, for now. My heart hammers anyway. “Move,” I say, softer, deadlier. “No.” His eyes drop to my mouth for one traitorous second. “Not until you hear me.” “I’ve heard you, Darius. I’m done listening.” “I’ll have to admit,” he whispered, voice low and rough like gravel sliding over fire, “I have come to terms with the fact that I’m wrong.” His words hit me like stones I wasn’t ready for. “I don’t have a

DARIUSThis was supposed to be just a meeting. A quick, civil conversation to "clear things up."But the second her scent hit me—the wild jasmine and honey she always wears like warpaint—I knew I was screwed.Why can’t I pull away from her?Her eyes flick up to meet mine. Stormy. Guarded. But I see it—the flicker of something deeper. Want. Hate. Craving.She finally manages to shove me, though her fingers linger on my chest just a second too long. “Still arrogant,” she mutters, but her voice is breathy, not nearly as strong as she wanted it to sound.My lips curl. “Still pretending you don’t want this?”She blinks.Bullseye.I step closer. Just a fraction. But enough that her chest brushes mine when she breathes."You should go," she says flatly, eyes darting anywhere but me.But she doesn't move. Neither do I.“You’re lying,” I murmur, voice low, dark, and full of the things I want to do to her. “You always lie when you’re scared.”“Scared?” she scoffs, but it’s weak. “Of you? Don’t