All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, My Se(X)cret Desire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Two days later, I was allowed to go home.Marcus picked me up from the hospital. He brought me a change of clothes a thick sweater and loose jeans, not the hospital clothes that made me feel like a mental patient. In the car, he was mostly silent, occasionally glancing my way."I'm fine," I said, even though we both knew it was a lie.Marcus didn't argue. He just nodded."Should I take you to your boarding house?"I shook my head. "The apartment. I need to get my things."He looked at me doubtfully. "Are you sure? Maybe I could get them for—""I have to get them myself," I cut him off. "There are some things that only I know where they are."Marcus sighed, but didn't argue further.The car drove towards that apartment. The same building, the same elevator, the same floor. Every corner reminded me of Gabriel. I gripped my small bag tightly, trying to steel myself."You want me to wait here?" Marcus asked when the elevator stopped."Not necessary. I'll go alone.""But...""I'll go alone

Two Months LaterSeattle, WashingtonThis flower shop is small. Just one room with a glass display case out front, wooden shelves full of potted plants, and a work table in the corner where I arrange flowers every morning. It's called "Petals & Memories" – a legacy from the old owner who retired and sold it to a middle-aged married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison, who then hired me.I like it here.The air in Seattle is always humid, often drizzling, and the sky is more often gray than blue. But somehow, it feels calming. Not like in the previous city, full of skyscrapers and hustle and bustle.I live in a small studio apartment above the shop. One room, a narrow kitchen, a bathroom just big enough to turn around in. Not Gabriel's luxurious apartment, but this is mine. I pay the rent myself from my work.Every morning I come down at seven, open the shop, water the plants, tidy up the newly arrived flowers. Mrs. Harrison taught me how to arrange bouquets, choose color combinations, care

That night I sat in my room, in the apartment that used to always feel warm. Now it's just empty space with memories screaming from every corner.The phone in my hand was open to a locked photo folder. Photos I could never delete, even though I'd tried thousands of times.Sera.First photo: her as a little girl. Hair in two braids, a wide smile with missing teeth.I smiled faintly. Swiped to the next photo.Her as a teenager. Maybe fourteen years old. School uniform, backpack, hair in a ponytail. Behind her, the school building with a large field. She was laughing with her friends.Next photo.High school. A white dress at prom. Long hair down, a little makeup on her face. She looked nervous, smiling stiffly at the camera.I remember her telling me about that night, when we were lying in this bed.Next photo.College. Her on campus, holding a thick book, smiling at the camera. Behind her, the campus library. A friend took this photo, she said, when she wasn't ready. But she still look

GABRIEL's PovThe meeting room.Twelve elders sat in a circle around the long mahogany table, old faces full of greed and ambition. I sat at the end, in the Alpha chair I never truly wanted. The seat beside me was empty—no Sera, no one.Elder Aldric began."Alpha Gabriel, we've discussed this many times. The pack needs certainty and needs an heir."I was silent. Stared at them one by one.Elder Rowan nodded in agreement. "You're not getting any younger. As Alpha, you're required to have an official partner and produce offspring. That's been the pack rule since forever.""I have Rosalinda."Elder Aldric chuckled, a mocking laugh. "Rosalinda? That model? She's a human, she can't give you a strong Alpha heir. You need a female werewolf.""Selly is the best choice. She comes from a strong bloodline. She's around your age. She's known you for a long time. The pack will accept her."I clenched my fists under the table.Selly. After everything she did, after the hidden cameras, after that re

GABRIEL's PovThe car moved slowly on the wet road. The rain was still falling, making the view slightly blurry—or maybe that was my tears. I couldn't tell anymore.I remembered the first time I saw her.Back then, she was still a child.Her uncle lay on the floor. Dead.I had just finished shifting back to human form, my body still naked and covered in blood—but it wasn't my blood.She looked at me, looked at her uncle, looked at the blood everywhere.And she screamed.I didn't know what to do. I had just killed her only remaining family. But I had no choice. Her uncle was a murderer. He killed my fiancée, my betrothed, my future Luna.Pack law demanded revenge. I was the one appointed to carry out the execution—but I never imagined there would be a small witness who saw everything.I brought her home that night. No other family wanted to take her in. Her uncle was the only one who had cared for her after her parents died.So she stayed in my house with a nanny I hired specifically.