บททั้งหมดของ Daddy Alpha, Take Me : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

~LucianThe house swallowed us in silence the moment the door closed.No voices.No movement.Just the echo of her uneven breathing and my footsteps behind her.She stood in the middle of my room like she was waiting for judgment. Like she expected a verdict to be delivered at any second.I told her to take a shower because I needed time.Because my hands were shaking.Because the fury that had driven me here had cracked the moment I truly looked at her…really looked. She wasn’t defiant. She wasn’t guilty in the way I’d expected. Her fear was too raw, too unfiltered to be an act.Now I sat on the edge of the bed while the sound of running water drifted faintly from the bathroom.I pressed my palms together, jaw tight. Vanessa had pushed her into that party. I could feel it in the bond, in the way Nadia's terror still pulsed against my senses even with distance between us. Nadia didn’t break rules for thrill. She didn’t seek chaos.She endured it.The bathroom door eventually opened.S

~NadiaI picked up my phone.Vanessa’s name sat at the top of my screen, familiar and harmless-looking, like it always had. For a second, my thumb hovered there, ready to call, ready to let her voice soften whatever sharp thing was clawing at my chest.Then I thought of Lucian’s eyes.Not angry. Not accusing.Certain.I locked the phone.Calling would give her time. Time to arrange her face. Time to choose the right words. Time to become the Vanessa I’d always believed in.I didn’t want that version.I wanted the one who hadn’t known I was coming.The hallway felt longer than usual as I walked. Every step echoed too loudly in my head, my heartbeat keeping pace. I stopped in front of her door and stared at it for a moment, steadying myself.I knocked once.No answer.I knocked again, harder this time.A pause. Footsteps.The door opened halfway.“Nadia?” Vanessa blinked, surprise flickering across her face before she smoothed it into a smile. “I didn't know you were…”I pushed past her

~ Aiden I didn’t say anything. Not because I had nothing to say…but because if I opened my mouth, something irreversible would come out. Vanessa’s room felt smaller than it had minutes ago. The walls pressed in, thick with her words, her confession looping in my head like a curse that refused to fade. Lucian is Nadia’s fated mate. They’ve been bonding. They’ve been sleeping together. My fingers curled slowly at my sides. I didn’t realize I was shaking until my knuckles started to ache. Vanessa was still watching me. I could feel her eyes on my face, searching for something….rage, disbelief, denial. Maybe even fear. But I gave her none of it. My expression stayed blank, carved from something harder than stone. Something that hurt too much to crack. I turned and walked past her. “Aiden,” she called after me, voice sharp now, edged with something like desperation. “You’re not going to say anything?” I reached the door and paused, my hand hovering over the handle. Say what? That

~ AidenThe night air hit my face like a reprimand I didn’t argue with.Cold. Clean. Sharp enough to keep my thoughts from spiraling completely out of control.I stood just outside the house, hands buried deep in my pockets, letting the chill seep through my clothes as if it could numb something inside me. The pack grounds stretched wide and quiet beyond the gates. Guards moved along their routes, shadows crossing pools of lamplight. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf shifted, claws scraping faintly against stone.Everything looked the same.But I wasn’t.My thoughts kept circling back to the same place, no matter how hard I tried to redirect them. Vanessa’s voice. Calm. Certain. Cruel in its honesty.Lucian is Nadia’s fated mate.The words felt wrong every time they replayed, like they didn’t belong together. Like fate itself had made a mistake and everyone else had decided to accept it without question.I dragged in a slow breath, then another. My chest still felt too tight, my pulse

~ Lucian “Before we name threats,” Elder Damian said calmly, his hands laying on his lap, “we should remember what panic does to a pack.” His voice carried the weight of age and authority… measured and reassuring. The kind that steadied nerves without demanding attention. Rowan inclined his head toward him. “Your presence is appreciated, Elder.” Aiden stood near the far pillar, arms crossed, his posture rigid. He hadn’t looked at me since we entered. I told myself it was because of the argument earlier. Because of the way I had handled him. Damian continued, turning slightly so his gaze included Rowan, Aiden, and me alike. “Ashenhowl has survived wars, famine, fractured leadership. We endure because we do not tear inward at the first sign of unease.” Rowan did not argue. He merely stepped forward. “This is not unease,” he said. “It is pattern.” Silence answered him. “The borders have been quiet,” Rowan went on. “Too quiet. Patrol routes adjusted before they were ever altered.