Semua Bab THE HUMAN CEO AND HIS ROUGE ALPHA FEMALE : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Liora's POV The night was long.Liora couldn’t sleep.She sat by the window with her arms wrapped around herself. The rain had stopped, but the air still smelled wet and heavy. The street outside was quiet. Too quiet.Her wolf side was restless.Something was wrong.She looked at the couch where the little girl was still asleep. The blanket covered her from head to toe, her tiny hand sticking out. Her breathing was soft, calm.Liora’s heart ached as she watched her.That child didn’t deserve fear. No one that young did.Then her eyes moved toward Jonathan’s room. She could hear his soft breathing too. That sound always calmed her. It reminded her that she still had something good — something worth protecting.But tonight, even that sound couldn’t stop the unease twisting in her chest.She stood and locked the window again. Then she checked the door — twice — before picking up her phone. The screen lit her face.A message. Mami: Liora, he’s close.Her heart skipped.She typed fast.

Liora's POV Morning came too quietly.The sun tried to break through the clouds, but the sky stayed gray, heavy with mist. The small apartment still smelled faintly of rain and fear. Liora moved around the kitchen slowly, her eyes tired but sharp. Every clink of a spoon, every whisper of movement in the room made her tense.She hadn’t really slept.Jonathan sat at the table, swinging his legs back and forth, trying to butter his toast all by himself. His little face was serious, just like his father’s had once been, though he didn’t know it. The girl—still nameless, still shy—sat opposite him, her hands wrapped around a warm cup of milk.The two children kept stealing glances at each other, silent but aware. Jonathan’s eyes were still guarded. He wasn’t used to sharing his mother. Liora noticed every small movement between them—the way Jonathan’s lips pressed together when the girl smiled, the way the girl lowered her gaze as if afraid of upsetting him.“Mami said she might come by t

Liora's POV The cabin stood still under the blanket of night.Crickets sang softly outside, and the air smelled of pine, damp earth, and smoke from the small fire Liora had managed to build. For the first time in days, she felt her shoulders drop.They were safe.At least for now.Jonathan slept near the fire, wrapped in a thick blanket. His little chest rose and fell in the steady rhythm of dreams. The girl lay beside him, her tiny frame curled up like a kitten, clutching the edge of Liora’s old scarf.Liora watched them both quietly.Her wolf was calmer now, though not silent. It paced inside her, ears pricked, tail low — cautious, but not afraid.She leaned against the wooden wall, staring into the flames. They cracked and popped softly, painting her face in shades of gold and shadow. For a fleeting moment, she could almost pretend they were back home, and the world wasn’t filled with danger and secrets.But pretending never lasted long.The girl stirred in her sleep, murmuring so

Liora's POV Morning came slowly.The forest was covered in thick mist. It pressed against the windows like soft clouds, hiding the world outside.Liora stood by the door, watching.Her wolf inside her was restless again. Something felt wrong. The air was quiet, too quiet — like the forest was waiting for something to happen.Inside, the small cabin was calm.Jonathan and the little girl were still sleeping under one blanket. The fire had gone out, leaving the room cold.Liora stepped outside carefully. The air was cool and damp.Then she saw something on the ground — right near the door.She knelt down.It was a mark, drawn into the dirt. A circle full of strange symbols that glowed faintly silver.Her chest tightened.Magic.She touched it lightly. The mark hissed and disappeared like smoke.Her wolf growled inside her. Someone had found them.Liora looked around quickly. The trees were quiet. The fog thick.Then she heard a whisper.“Liora…”She froze. The voice was soft but strang

Liora's POV Morning light crept through the window slowly, spilling across the small cabin floor. The air smelled of wood smoke and damp earth. For the first time in days, Liora woke up without that heavy sense of dread sitting in her chest.Jonathan was still sleeping beside her, his small hand curled near his cheek. The other girl — still quiet and distant — had moved to the couch sometime during the night. She slept too, her tiny chest rising and falling softly.Liora lay there for a moment, listening to the steady sound of rain outside. The forest was quiet again. Peaceful, even. But her wolf still stirred inside her, uneasy. It wasn’t danger exactly — more like a warning not to relax just yet.She sat up slowly, pushing her hair back from her face. The floorboards creaked softly as she stood and went to the small table where her phone sat charging. The screen blinked to life — a flood of unread messages.Most were from work.Some were from unknown numbers.And one… from Jasper.