Semua Bab Tempting the Alpha’s Father : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The sound of Lucas’s voice sent a bolt of panic through Emma’s veins. Her entire body went rigid, every muscle screaming at her to flee. Yet she couldn’t move. Her legs felt like lead, her breath caught in her throat.Adrian, however, didn’t flinch. His presence was steady, commanding, as though danger itself bowed before him. He pressed one finger against her trembling lips, his dark eyes burning into hers with silent warning.“Don’t make a sound,” he mouthed, his tone calm despite the storm pounding at their door.The handle rattled again.“Father!” Lucas’s voice was sharper this time, laced with impatience. “Open the door. It’s urgent.”Emma’s heart hammered so violently she thought it might give her away. Her throat burned with unshed screams. What if Lucas barged in? What if he saw her standing there, in her nightdress, flushed from Adrian’s kisses?Adrian moved swiftly, pulling her back into the shadows near the tall window. He towered over her, shieldi

The morning passed in strained silence. Emma could feel the weight of every glance, every whispered conversation around the estate. Clara’s sly eyes lingered too long. Lucas’s gaze narrowed whenever it met hers. And Adrian… Adrian’s presence was like a storm hovering just out of sight, his power seeping into every corner even when he wasn’t in the room.By midday, Lucas cornered his father in the council chamber. Emma wasn’t meant to overhear, but as she passed by, their voices spilled into the hall. She froze, heart hammering, and pressed herself against the cold stone wall.“You’re hiding something,” Lucas’s voice cut sharp, laced with frustration. “You’ve been… distracted. You barely attend council meetings, and last night you locked me out. What is going on?”Adrian’s reply was low, controlled. “I don’t answer to you, Lucas.”“That’s not what this is about!” Lucas snapped. “Clara and I are doing everything we can to keep the pack strong while you—” He broke off,

The night settled over the Dark Moon estate like a velvet cloak, heavy with shadows and unspoken truths. Emma moved silently through the corridors, each step measured, each breath careful. Her body still burned with the memory of Adrian’s touch from earlier that day, the way his presence could make her feel both safe and entirely exposed.She wasn’t safe—not here, not anywhere—and yet leaving had never felt like an option.Somewhere in the house, Clara’s laughter echoed faintly. The sound, light and deliberate, made Emma’s skin prickle. She could feel the woman’s gaze on her even without seeing it, sharp and calculating, seeking weakness. Emma had learned long ago that Clara was clever. She didn’t make overt moves, but her subtle manipulations were deadly.Emma froze as a shadow crossed the hallway.“Emma.”It was Adrian. He stepped from the darkness, tall and commanding, the dim torchlight glinting off the sharp lines of his face. His eyes burned into hers, fier

The estate was unusually still that morning, the kind of quiet that made Emma’s chest tighten with foreboding. Every shadow seemed to stretch longer than it should, every whisper of wind through the trees carried a warning she couldn’t shake.Emma moved carefully through the halls, each footstep measured, each breath controlled. The memory of last night with Adrian still burned along her skin, igniting a fire she couldn’t extinguish. His claim over her, the possessive way he had held her, haunted her with every heartbeat. And yet, the danger surrounding them—the ever-growing suspicion of Lucas and the subtle plotting of Clara—pressed on her like a weight she could barely bear.She paused at the top of the grand staircase, listening. From below, she heard Lucas speaking in hushed tones, the unmistakable timbre of concern threaded with suspicion. He wasn’t talking to Clara. He was on the hunt for answers, and she knew, with a sinking dread, that every step he took brought him

The estate never truly slept. Even in the dead of night, shadows moved with purpose, whispering secrets through the ancient halls. Emma could feel it—the pull of danger, the tension of secrets waiting to unravel. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like a warning, every distant footstep a signal that the world outside their forbidden world was closing in.She had barely slept. The night with Adrian lingered like fire under her skin, his claim over her as intoxicating as it was terrifying. She had tried to think of consequences, to remind herself of Lucas’s suspicions, Clara’s scheming, and the fragile web they had woven. But Adrian had a way of erasing logic, of replacing it with an urgent, consuming desire that left her powerless.Emma stepped quietly through the corridors, her heart hammering as if it could betray her at any moment. She reached Adrian’s private quarters, intending to speak with him, to ground herself before the morning chaos began. But when she opened t