All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, My Se(X)cret Desire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SERA's POVTwo days after the encounter in front of that shop, I fell ill.Not an ordinary sickness. This was excruciating stomach pain, cramping, stabbing from the inside. I knew the signs—my period was coming. But this wasn't a normal period. This was the worst one in months.Maybe it was because of stress. Maybe because of the rain yesterday. Maybe because I saw his face again.I curled up on the mattress in my small studio apartment, knees drawn to my chest, hands clutching my lower stomach. The pain felt like a knife twisting inside."Ugh..."I bit my lip, trying to hold back my groans. Cold sweat dampened my forehead, even though I'd set the AC in my room cold enough.On the nightstand, the painkillers I'd bought from the pharmacy were gone. I forgot to buy more. My food supply was also running low, but I couldn't even manage to go down to the shop.Tears flowed uncontrollably.It wasn't just the physical pain. It was the heartache that never truly healed. Every time this came,

SERA'S POVOne month passed.Mrs. Harrison gave me a task to deliver a flower order to the city."It's a special order, dear. The customer requested it to be delivered in person. The address is there."I took the paper, read the address, and my heart stopped.Bloodfang Tower, 2701 4th Ave, Seattle, WA 98121"No," I whispered. "No, no, no."Mrs. Harrison looked at me strangely. "What's wrong, Sera? You're so pale.""I... it's this address..." I couldn't finish my sentence."Do you know that place?""No. No, I don't. I'm just surprised. It's a big building."She smiled. "Yes, it's the business district. Go ahead and leave, or it'll be afternoon soon."I had no choice. This was my job. I needed the money. I couldn't refuse just because I was afraid of facing a ghost from the past.The rickety flower shop car drove towards the city center. Every kilometer made my heart beat faster. Every red light felt like a countdown to disaster.I prayed silently. God, please don't let him be there. Pl

SERA'S POV We lay on that narrow sofa, our bodies still sticky with sweat. I leaned against Gabriel's chest, my fingers drawing random patterns on his skin. Our breathing slowly returned to normal. "I missed you," I whispered. He kissed the top of my head. "Me too." For a few minutes we were just silent, enjoying each other's presence, but I could feel something weighing on his mind. His body was tense, even though he tried to look relaxed. "What's wrong?" I asked. He was quiet for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "There's something I need to tell you." I looked up, staring at him. His face was serious, different from just a few minutes ago. "About what?" "About Marcus." I frowned. "Marcus? What happened? Is he okay?" Gabriel laughed bitterly. "You still care about him, huh? After he leaked your location to me?" "He swore he wouldn't tell anyone, but he broke his promise. I'm disappointed, but he's been good to me all this time." "Do you know why he was g

SERA'S POVUpon arriving in Seattle.I parked the shop car behind Petals & Memories, my body still warm from the memories of a few hours ago, but I didn't let that warmth linger.I turned off the engine and sat still for a moment, then stared at the rearview mirror showing the empty road behind me. No one was following. I was alone.My phone vibrated.A message from Gabriel: "Have you arrived? Be careful."I read it once, then placed my phone on the dashboard.I got out of the car, carrying the leftover unused bouquet, and entered the shop through the back door. Mrs. Harrison had already gone home.My phone vibrated again.Did you get home yet?I changed my clothes, taking off the sweater that still held the scent of his cologne. That scent. The scent that used to comfort me now only reminded me of my weakness.I took a shower. Warm water ran over my body, but it couldn't wash away the guilt in my heart. Not guilt for going back to him.I opened my towel, wrapped my wet hair, and sat

SERA'S POVA few days after Gabriel came to my apartment, I was still trying to live life as usual. Opening the shop, arranging flowers, serving customers. My phone still had his number blocked, but I knew he wasn't going anywhere. The same black car was often parked at the end of the street, never coming in, never bothering anyone. Just there, like his promise to wait.I wasn't ready to unblock him, but every morning, when I opened the shop curtains, I always glanced toward that car. And every morning, that car was always there.Until this morning.That car was gone. Strange, but I thought maybe he was busy, or maybe he finally gave up and left. I didn't want to think too much about it. I had work to do.But during the afternoon break, Mrs. Harrison turned on the small TV in the corner of the shop, as usual. I was arranging a bouquet for an order, not really paying attention. Until I heard that name."—a leadership crisis at Bloodfang Corporation. Gabriel Bloodfang, the CEO who has b