All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, My Se(X)cret Desire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

POV GABRIELThe door opened.Sera stood there.She hadn't changed. Her face was still the same, those silver gray eyes I claimed, that curly black hair I used to touch so often, those thin lips I used to kiss so much, but there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes. There were dark circles beneath them.She stared at me. Her eyes widened. Her hand gripping the doorknob began to tremble."Gabriel?" she whispered, as if she couldn't believe it.I couldn't speak. I just stood there, in my wrinkled prison clothes, with a face she probably didn't recognize anymore, with hands trembling from going too long without holding her."GABRIEL!"She lunged at me, hugging me tight, so tight, like I would disappear if she let go. Her head buried itself in my chest, her fingers clutched my back, her body shook violently.I hugged her back. I held her as tight as I could, as tight as I was able. I kissed her hair, her forehead, her temples. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop."I thought you we

GABRIELThat night after all the lights went out and the small house was only lit by moonlight seeping through the gaps in the curtains, I felt it.I woke up from a restless sleep. Beside me, Sera was still awake, her eyes open, staring at the ceiling, her hand gripping mine tightly as if she was afraid I would disappear if she closed her eyes."Sera," I whispered.She turned her head, looked at me, and she immediately understood.Maybe because my eyes were starting to change color. Or maybe because my breathing was starting to quicken. Or maybe because she felt something that couldn't be explained with words, the bond of the claim between us that never broke even though time and distance tried to separate us."Gabriel," she whispered back."I can't. I've tried. But I can't," I said.She didn't answer with words. Her free hand reached for my neck, pulling me toward her. Her lips met mine.The kiss wasn't gentle. Not like the welcome kiss this morning. This was a hungry kiss, a kiss th

SERA'S POVI stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring at the scene in front of me. Gabriel knelt on the floor, hugging Lucas, Ethan, and Noah. My three innocent children, who didn't understand why the black cars came this morning, why strangers with cold faces surrounded our little house.Lucas was crying. Ethan hid behind Gabriel's back. Noah was silent, but his eyes, pitch black like Gabriel's, stared at me with questions he couldn't speak.I wanted to kneel down, hug them, tell them everything would be okay. But I couldn't, because I didn't know if everything would be okay.Veronica stood in the living room, staring at her dead phone. "I need to get back to the office right away to charge my phone and put together the story. We don't have much time.""What will you write?" I asked."The truth. But I need more than what you've told me. I need documents, evidence, witnesses.""I don't have any documents.""But Gabriel does. Or at least, he knows where to find them." Veronica look

SERA's Pov.Thirteen years.Thirteen years since that night. Thirteen years since Gabriel's blood soaked my hands. Thirteen years since we became fugitives in our own country.We moved to Canada, then to England, then to New Zealand. I changed my name, altered documents, buried the past deep within myself. Lucas, Ethan, and Noah grew into tall, strong young men—taller than me, taller than the shadow of their father that lingered only in old, worn-out photographs.Lucas, the eldest, inherited Gabriel's thick black hair and dark brown eyes. He became the protector of his younger brothers, just like his father once was. He studied martial arts, weightlifting, anything that made him stronger."I won't let anything happen to you," he said one night, after a nightmare woke him. I hugged him, but he was already too big to hold.Ethan, the middle child, inherited blonde hair and blue eyes from the human side of our family. He became the mediator, the jokester, the glue that kept us together.

Author's POVThe meeting room on the 47th floor of Bloodfang Corporation felt colder than usual.Fifteen chairs surrounded a polished mahogany table. The glass walls showed a gray view of Seattle under overcast skies, but no one was enjoying the view. All eyes were fixed on the large screen at the end of the room, where Marcus Aldridge was speaking via video conference from a "business meeting" in Europe that was reportedly very important.But everyone in this room knew. Marcus wasn't in Europe. He was hiding."Third quarter sales figures are down twelve percent," Marcus said through the screen, his voice slightly distorted by a poor connection. "I cannot accept this. I'm not paying you to run the company into the ground."Elder Aldric tapped his fingers on the table. "Marcus, with respect, this decline is happening because of the aggressive expansion policies you pushed six months ago. We already warned you...""I don't need your warnings. I need solutions."Elder Rowan crossed his a