My Alpha Daddy. 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 159

Chapter 151. Ryan’s POV.My men and I moved fast.Too fast for hesitation. Too fast for doubt.We abandoned our local carriers and pushed deeper into the woods, boots crushing leaves, branches snapping beneath our weight, the forest parting for us like it could feel the violence riding in my chest. My blood burned. My thoughts were no longer thoughts at all, just sharp images and raw hatred colliding again and again in my head.Vera’s face kept flashing before my eyes.Her bruised body. Her trembling lips.The way her voice broke when she said Pearl.My hands curled into fists as I walked, my jaw locked so tight it ached. Everything inside me screamed for revenge. Nothing else mattered. Not strategy. Not patience. Not even the Alpha I pretended to serve.How dare she?How dare Pearl lay her hands on my sister and walk away like she had the right to breathe after that?Vera’s pain was my pain. Her suffering was carved straight into my bones, and every step I took through that forest w

Chapter 153.Pearl’s POV.I sank to the forest floor, my hand clutching my leg, trembling even as I tried to steady my breathing. Pain radiated through my entire body, but it wasn’t just the physical agony that kept me frozen…. it was the sight of him. Alpha Lucian. The man I had craved, feared, and loved with every shred of my soul.It had been only a day since I last saw him, yet it felt like an eternity. Every second without him had stretched into a nightmare, a void I had been stumbling through blindly. And now… now he was here. Standing before me, power radiating in waves that made the ground beneath me hum, the air thick with his presence.Tears burned my eyes. Heavy, unrelenting, and hot, they threatened to spill over. My throat felt tight, caught somewhere between a scream and a sob. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to reach for him, to beg him to hold me, but I couldn’t even form a word. My mind was a storm of disbelief, relief, and raw

Chapter 155. Alpha Lucian’s POV. I walked into my office with a glass of whiskey clenched tightly in my hand, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim as my fingers trembled with restrained rage, and before I even reached the desk a guttural groan tore out of my chest as I hurled the glass forward with all the strength in my arm, watching it crash violently against the wall before shattering to the floor in a sharp explosion of sound, shards scattering everywhere like the pieces of my sanity, and I stood there panting, chest heaving, breath rough and uneven as the words ripped out of me in a hoarse snarl,“Fuck you… fuck the entire world.”My legs gave in and I slumped heavily into the chair behind my desk, dragging a hand down my face as the image of her burned behind my closed eyes, the way she looked at me when she left, cold, distant, her eyes stripped of every trace of warmth they once held for me, and it felt like something vital had been ripped out of my chest and cru

Chapter 157. Pearl’s Pov. The palace felt strangely quiet as we walked through its long corridors, the soft echo of our footsteps the only sound filling the space between us, and even that seemed too loud for how heavy my chest felt. The walls glowed faintly under the light, familiar and yet distant, as if I was walking through a place that no longer belonged to me. Imani walked beside me in calm silence, her hands folded loosely in front of her, her presence gentle but grounding, and for a while, neither of us said anything, the words sitting between us like something fragile neither of us wanted to touch. I didn't know why my heart was cracking, but perhaps, it was because Vera wasn't here, between us. And that broke my heart. I had not meant to infect her. Even with the atrocitiesties she has committed against me, but that was my only chance to escape. Of survival. I was still deep in thoughts and lost in words when Imani spoke, breaking the silence. “You should forgive him,

Epilogue Four years later, life had settled into something beautiful, something steady, something Pearl once thought was too fragile to ever exist for her. The palace no longer felt like a place of echoes and old wounds. It breathed now. It laughed. It lived. Morning light spilled through wide windows, carrying the sound of children’s footsteps and soft voices that belonged to a life finally at peace. Pearl stood by the balcony most mornings, watching the world wake beneath her, one hand resting on the stone railing, the other often held by Alpha Lucien, who never seemed to tire of standing beside her. Four years had passed, yet the way he looked at her still held that same reverence, as if loving her was something sacred, something he practiced carefully every single day. They had been blessed with twins. Two beautiful boys, born under a calm moon and a sky that felt impossibly kind. They were identical in the way only twins could be, dark-haired, bright-eyed, and already too cle