Semua Bab Alpha Daddy, My Secret Desire: Bab 111 - Bab 120

SERA'S POVThree weeks later, we went home.The small house on the edge of Sandpoint was still standing. The grass in the front yard had grown a little taller, dry leaves scattered across the porch.Gabriel helped me out of the old car. My body was still weak, the C-section scar still stung if I moved too much, but I didn't want to wait any longer.Lucas, Ethan, and Noah were asleep in three car seats that barely fit in the back. Gabriel had to order them specially online—three car seats that could line up in that small car. It took two weeks for them to arrive, but finally we could pick the babies up from the hospital.I looked at the house. The windows were dark. The front door was shut tight, but something felt wrong."Gabriel," I whispered."Yeah?""Do you feel something strange?"He didn't answer. I turned to look at his tense face. His eyes narrowed toward the house, his nose twitching slightly."We're not alone," he said quietly."Marcus?""Or his men. I smell at least four dif

SERA'S POVWeek after week passed.At first, controlling my werewolf instincts felt like hell.The first time the full moon came, ten days after I woke up from the coma, my body felt like it was burning from the inside. My bones felt like they were being stretched, my muscles contracted uncontrollably, and I screamed in the bathroom while gripping the cold marble sink. Gabriel ran in, hugged me from behind, calming me with a low, trembling voice."You're strong, Sera. Your body is just adapting. It's normal.""NOT NORMAL!" I nearly snapped."It's only temporary. You'll get used to it."Two weeks later, I started to be able to control it. I learned to feel when the instinct came—when I was angry, when I was scared, when I felt threatened. I learned to take deep breaths, count to ten, and let the anger subside on its own. I learned that my fangs only came out if I wanted them to. I learned that I could be an ordinary human during the day, and something else at night.And I learned that

SERA'S POVLilith came the next day.I had already prepared coffee and sat on the front porch, waiting for her. The babies were still asleep—Lucas in his Superman pose in the crib, Ethan curled up like a cat, Noah quiet with his eyes half-open as if always on guard. I kissed their foreheads one by one before going outside.Lilith's car was black, not a luxury car like I had imagined, but a regular sedan, a little dull. She got out wearing a black leather jacket, short hair, no makeup. She looked tired. Maybe from the long drive. Maybe because she wasn't sure about her decision to come here."Come in," I said.She shook her head. "Better outside. I don't want to—it wouldn't be good if the babies wake up and see a stranger."I didn't argue. We sat on the creaky porch chairs, facing the yard where the grass was starting to turn yellow. I handed her the coffee. She took it, sipped slowly, then placed the cup on her lap."Let me get straight to the point. I need your help to prove Marcus i

Meeting Marcus was scheduled at a café in the city center. A safe place. Neutral. I deliberately chose that spot because I didn't want to look like I was begging. Even though, in reality, that was exactly what I was about to do.I arrived early, ordered a warm tea, and sat in the corner of the room. My eyes watched the entrance. My hands were slightly trembling. Not out of fear. I was no longer afraid of Marcus. There was nothing he could do that was worse than what he had already done. I was just… tired.The café door opened. Marcus walked in.He approached and sat across from me without being asked. A waiter came over, but Marcus waved him away."Sera," he greeted me, as if we were old friends who had just met after a long time."Marcus.""You look tired.""I have three kids."He smiled. "Lucas, Ethan, Noah. I receive reports about them every month. They're growing up well. You're doing a great job."I didn't want to hear praise from him. "I need more money."He raised an eyebrow. "

Gabriel's POV.Five years of counting the same iron bars. Five years of staring at the same gray walls that never changed. Five years of listening to the sound of cell doors opening and closing, the footsteps of the guards, the whispers of other prisoners coming and going.But I was not like them. I did not come and go. I was here forever.This pack prison was different from human prisons. No communal dining hall, no yard to walk in. Every day, I only had one hour to exercise in a cramped room with a concrete floor and windowless walls. One hour to release pent‑up energy. One hour to remember that I was still alive.I started with push‑ups. A hundred. Two hundred. Three hundred. My arms no longer trembled like they used to. My muscles had reformed—hard, solid. Prison had not made me weak. Prison had made me harder.Then sit‑ups. My stomach burned, but I did not stop. I never stopped. Because if I stopped, I would start thinking. And if I started thinking, I would start remembering.Se