All Chapters of Tempting the Alpha’s Father : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The house had turned into a battlefield of silence. Lucas no longer asked me questions. He no longer confronted me with accusations or desperate pleas. Instead, he moved through the rooms like a ghost—present, but unreadable. That frightened me more than anything. Before, I could measure his suspicion in his words, in his tone. Now, there was nothing. His eyes lingered on me too long, his touch absent when it should have been there, his movements deliberate. He was watching. Waiting. Plotting. I woke one night to the sound of footsteps outside the bedroom door. My heart hammered as I listened—measured steps, slow and steady—before they faded into silence. When I opened the door, the hallway was empty. Lucas hadn’t gone back to bed. Downstairs, the faint glow of the living room lamp revealed him sitting in the armchair, staring at nothing. He didn’t even look up when I descended the stairs. “Luc

The nights had grown unbearable. Every breath I took in Lucas’s presence felt like standing on a knife’s edge, waiting for the blade to fall.He didn’t speak much anymore. He didn’t need to. His silence was its own weapon, sharpened by the weight of his eyes that followed me through rooms, down hallways, even into my sleep.But that night was different.Lucas kissed my cheek before bed, a gesture so startlingly gentle that it made my skin crawl with unease. Then, without another word, he turned off the lamp and pulled the covers over himself.His breathing deepened, slow and steady, the sound of a man in slumber.But I didn’t believe it.Something inside me knew: he was waiting.Adrian’s message came later than usual, just before midnight. One word, burning on my screen: Come.I shouldn’t have gone. Every instinct screamed against it. But I did.I crept through the quiet house, barefoot, heart pounding.

The days after the ring incident felt like living inside a thundercloud. Every moment was heavy with static, waiting for the strike.Lucas no longer tried to hide the fact that he was watching me. His eyes followed me when I moved about the house, his silence sharper, his gestures deliberate. He stopped pretending to sleep at night. I could feel him lying awake beside me, his body rigid, his breathing slow but too controlled to be real.The predator had stopped circling. Now he was stalking.Adrian had become reckless in equal measure.He no longer spoke of caution or discretion. Instead, his messages came earlier, his demands more urgent: Come now. Come earlier. Don’t make me wait.He wanted me not just at night but in daylight. In his office, his garden, the private wing of the estate. He began pressing me to appear with him at events—not as a guest, but at his side, unhidden.It was madness. But I couldn’t stop.That

The days after Lucas’s confrontation felt like living in a tightening noose.He no longer shouted. He no longer demanded.He simply… acted.Everything shifted, quietly but decisively.My schedule changed without warning. My phone calls began dropping mid-conversation. The car I usually used to reach Adrian was suddenly “in the shop” every other day. The staff whispered when they thought I wasn’t listening.Lucas had stopped playing the wounded husband. Now, he was the tactician.The first blow came at breakfast three days later.He set a folded invitation beside my plate without a word. The heavy parchment bore the seal of the Alpha Council—the inner circle of wolves, pack leaders, and their families. The kind of gathering where appearances were everything.“You’re coming with me,” Lucas said simply.I stared at the invitation, my stomach tightening. “Why?”His lips curved faintly. “You’ve been… restless. I t

The orb’s shattered glow still pulsed faintly where it had rolled across the marble floor, its magic sputtering out in fractured sparks. The sound of it cracking seemed to echo louder than the applause of any battle.The hall had become a storm.Voices rose, overlapping in anger, shock, fascination. Wolves in human skin revealed their fangs, some snapping at each other, others whispering like vultures circling a fresh corpse.“Did you see—?”“He stopped her.”“He knows she’s guilty.”“The Council must act!”The whispers grew into accusations. All eyes burned holes into me. I felt naked under their judgment, stripped of whatever dignity I had left.Lucas thrived in the chaos. His smirk deepened as he spread his hands, the picture of innocence. “You see?” he said, his voice carrying easily over the noise. “I asked for truth. Father destroyed it. What greater confession is there?”The words cut sharper than any blade.