My Best Friends Dad Is My Second Chance Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 169

Alpha Alexander’s POV Watching Maximillian embrace Vanessa, I let him, sensing an unspoken connection between us all. "Cyrus’s plotting runs deeper than we imagined," Maximillian revealed, his words setting off a wave of concern. Vanessa’s grip tightened on my hand, a silent display of solidarity. I turned to Maximillian, keeping my voice steady. "Tell me everything." Maximillian detailed Cyrus’s intricate scheme: bribery, deceit, and manipulation aimed at discrediting me and seizing the throne. Vanessa listened with growing anger, her voice trembling with controlled rage as she demanded, "How could he think he could get away with this?" Maximillian’s expression darkened. "He's been planning this for years, building a network of deceit. But we have evidence now, thanks to an elder who refused to be bought." Nodding thoughtfully, I knew we had to act swiftly. "The coronation must proceed. We'll expose Cyrus’s treachery and secure our rule." Maximillian agreed,

Third person POV Amelia made her way back to her room, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. Vanessa’s revelation about Alfie, her twin brother, being Vanessa’s first mate and rejecting her weighed heavily on her heart. It shed light on both Vanessa’s pain and Amelia’s own sense of betrayal. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, trying to process everything that had unfolded. Lost in her thoughts as she reached her door, Amelia collided with a solid figure. Ready to voice her irritation, she looked up, only to be met with the intense gaze of Edward—a man she had once loved but come to hate. "Edward?" she began, anger and confusion battling within her. "Watch where you're going! You—" Before she could finish, Edward's eyes darkened, and he growled, "Mate." His voice was possessive and low, sending a shiver down her spine. Amelia stepped back, her back meeting the door behind her as the weight of his words sank in. This wasn't what she expected, and she wasn't prepared

Third person POV Delirious, Amelia's eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped, "What's happening?" Maybe she was drunk. "Your mate is pleasuring your gorgeous wet cunt, that's what," Edward growled, his voice dripping with lust. "Goddess! Edward!" she cried out, her body trembling. "Aye, lass. Say my name just like that when you come," he breathed, his accent thick and intoxicating. Pressing his hips against hers, Edward kissed a trail down her neck to her chest, then licked at her cleavage, dipping his tongue between her breasts. When she groaned again, he lightly bit down on the swell of one breast. "I need to taste every inch of you," he whispered, his voice dark and commanding. "I need to mark every perfect part of your skin. I want to take you completely, to hear you beg for more." He withdrew his fingers from her, lazily sliding them up and down through her soaked folds, spreading her wetness around. When he brushed against her clit, she jerked, her body aligh

Third Person POV After the intense emotions of the night subsided, Amelia and Edward found themselves entwined in each other's arms on the bed. Edward held her close, his warmth and steady heartbeat calming her in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. The connection between them was undeniable, and despite the confusion and complexities surrounding them, there was a profound sense of belonging when they were together. Edward whispered soothing words into her ear, his voice a gentle comfort to her frayed nerves. Gradually, Amelia's eyes grew heavy, and she drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his embrace. Edward watched over her for a while, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her back, until he too surrendered to the embrace of slumber. They slept deeply, finding solace in each other's presence, their bodies and souls intertwined. With the first light of dawn peeking through the curtains, Edward stirred from his slumber. Gazing at Amelia, her features softened by sleep, Ed

Alpha Alexander’s POV Ten years later. Her smile lit up the room, a beacon of warmth that drew me in like a moth to a flame. I watched her move gracefully, every motion sending a surge of electricity through my veins. When she stretched against me, her body arched with a sensual grace that left me breathless. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent that enveloped me. Her laughter was music to my ears, a sweet melody that echoed in the depths of my soul. "I need to send a thank-you note to the company that makes my shampoo," she teased. "It's not your shampoo that smells so good," Maximillian replied, his voice husky with desire. "It's you. You're delicious." He pressed his lips to hers while I pressed my lips against her neck, trailing soft kisses along her skin, reveling in the taste of her. Her fingers tangled in both our hair, pulling us closer. Our lips met in a slow, tend