All Chapters of Tempting the Alpha’s Father : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The night was thick with mist, the kind that blurred the moon and swallowed sound. From the cliffs, the sea murmured against the rocks far below, steady and cold.Emma pulled her cloak tighter as she stepped into the clearing where the old willow grew. The tree’s branches drooped like curtains, silver in the dim light, whispering secrets to the wind.Lucas was already there.He stood half in shadow, his hands clasped behind him, posture calm, deliberate—too deliberate. A predator pretending patience.“You came,” he said softly.“I had no choice.”He tilted his head. “You always have a choice, Emma. You simply keep choosing wrong.”She swallowed hard. “If you brought me here to threaten me again—”“Threaten?” He laughed quietly. “No. I wanted to give you a chance to tell me the truth, without the audience, without Father hovering over you like some tragic knight. Just you and me.”Her pulse quickened. “T

The Council Hall was carved from stone older than memory. Moonlight streamed through the high glass windows, catching on the obsidian floor and the silver sigils etched into the walls. Every corner of the room hummed with quiet menace — the kind of silence that came before judgment.Adrian stood at the center, shoulders squared, his black cloak pooling around his boots. Behind him, guards lined the archways like statues. Before him sat the elders of the pack — men and women who had once bowed to him as Alpha, now watching him as if he were a criminal.Emma stood at the edge of the hall, unseen in the shadows. Her hands shook where she clutched her cloak. She hadn’t been invited, but she had come anyway. She couldn’t let Adrian face this alone.At the far end of the room, Corrin — the silver-tongued Beta — stepped forward with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We are gathered,” he said smoothly, “to determine whether the former Alpha has betrayed t

The forest breathed around them, alive with quiet, watchful energy. Mist curled along the roots of ancient trees, threading through the underbrush like silver snakes. Emma’s heart still pounded from the flight, but the rhythm of Adrian’s presence beside her was grounding, a tether against the panic clawing at her chest.They had been moving for hours, slipping through hidden paths Adrian had once used to train the pack in secrecy. Now, those paths were their lifeline — their sanctuary and their cage.Adrian’s voice broke the silence. “We have to assume they’re watching everything. Corrin’s spies are clever, subtle. Lucas… he’s patient. Dangerous because he can wait, and when the moment comes, he strikes hard.”Emma bit her lip. “Do you think… they’ll come for me here?”“They will,” Adrian said, brushing her hair back from her face. His fingers lingered longer than necessary, a possession as much as reassurance. “But not tonight. Tonight, we prepar

The ruins were silent at first light, the mist curling between the broken stones like fingers searching for weaknesses. Adrian and Emma moved quietly, their steps careful, deliberate — every sound a potential signal to eyes they couldn’t see.Emma’s pulse never slowed. Even here, even far from the manor, the world pressed in. Corrin and Lucas were patient predators, and she was painfully aware that one mistake could cost them everything.Adrian had risen early, scanning the forest from the highest ledge, every muscle coiled like a spring. His dark eyes swept the tree line with precision, reading every shadow, every movement.“They’ve begun probing,” he said without turning, voice low, clipped. “Spies. Small groups, testing our defenses, watching our routines. They want to know how we think, how we move, what we fear.”Emma tightened her cloak, her fingers brushing his arm. “Can we stop them?”He shook his head slightly, lips pressed into

The forest had grown colder, the night air sharp against Emma’s skin. Mist coiled between the ruins like ghostly fingers, curling over the broken stones and overgrown paths. Every rustle of leaves or snap of twigs sounded like a warning.Adrian moved silently ahead, eyes scanning the shadows. Emma followed closely, her hand brushing his whenever the path grew uncertain. Every step carried the weight of anticipation. Every glance between them held the unspoken acknowledgment that danger was always close — and yet, neither could deny the pull of being together, the unyielding tether of what they shared.“They’re increasing their presence,” Adrian said, voice low, measured. “I can feel it in the wind, in the way the wolves move near the edges of the forest. Lucas isn’t just observing anymore. He’s testing, probing. Each step he takes is deliberate. He wants to know if we’re strong enough to react… if we’ll make a mistake.”Emma swallowed hard. “And if we do?”