บททั้งหมดของ Protector Of The Alpha's Cursed Heir : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Immediately, Dante finished his presentation with the investors. He sneaked out of the office to meet up with his earlier ' something-I-need-to-take-care-of'' Dante pulled up to Peggy's house in his black Range Rover—big, expensive, with tinted windows and enough space in the back for... well, for what he needed to fit back there. He sat in the driver's seat for a moment, staring at the small house with its peeling paint and overgrown front yard. This was going to be hard. He hated hard conversations. Hated seeing people cry. Hated feelings in general. He finally got out of the car and walked up to the front door. He knocked three times. Footsteps inside. Then the door swung open, and Peggy stood there, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The second she saw Dante, her expression hardened. "Go away," she said, her voice flat. "I don't want to see you. I don't want anything to do with you or your family, or any of the Zerok packs. Just leave me alone." She started to close the d

The flames disappeared instantly. Like they had never been there. The curtains were fine—no burn marks, no smoke, nothing.Alpha looked confused, his breathing was heavy. "What's wrong?""I—" Annie's heart was racing. Her hands were still hot, tingling with that awful power she didn't understand. "I thought I saw—it's nothing. Sorry. I just—I got dizzy for a second."Alpha's eyes narrowed slightly. "Dizzy?""Yeah. Low blood sugar or something. I haven't eaten much today."She was lying. They both knew she was lying.But Alpha didn't push. Instead, he reached down and took her hands in his—and immediately felt the heat radiating from her palms."Annie, your hands are burning up," he said, concern flooding his face. "Are you sure you're okay? Should I call Doctor Owen?""No!" Annie pulled her hands back. "No, I'm fine. Really. I'm just—I think I'm just stressed. Everything that's happened over the last few days is catching up with me."Alpha studied her for a long moment. His expression

King County Jail was a grey concrete fortress on the outskirts of Seattle—all chain-link fences, barbed wire, and security cameras.Tommy and Connor Kennedy walked through the metal detectors with the casual confidence of people who had never been on the wrong side of the law. Both were in their late twenties—Tommy thirty, Connor twenty-eight—both tall, broad-shouldered, with their father's sharp features and cold eyes.They'd flown in from London the moment they'd gotten the call about their father's arrest. Now, they sat in a sterile visitation room with reinforced glass separating them from the man on the other side.Elder Isaiah looked older than the last time they'd seen him. Thinner. The orange jumpsuit hung loose on his body, and there were new lines around his eyes. But his gaze was still sharp and dangerous.He picked up the phone on his side of the glass. Tommy did the same."Boys," Elder Isaiah said, his voice rough but steady."Dad." Tommy's jaw was tight. "What the hell

Kael froze.His mouth was trembling, he opened it but no words were coming out. His eyes darted away, and that silence was all she needed. Her face twisted again, rage reigniting all over again. "See? You can't even say it!" she snapped, her voice louder now."I've stood by you through everything! When you'd wake up screaming your mom's name in the dead of night, I was there, holding you together. All those years of distance between you and your brothers—I bridged that shit for you! And for what? Nothing! Why does blood matter so damn much to you all? It's like a curse!"Kael's jaw tightened. "Mallory—""I was there through all of it," she continued, her voice breaking. "Through the nightmares. Through the panic attacks. Through the nights when you'd lock yourself in the bathroom, and I could hear you crying. I was there when you'd have flashbacks to what she did to you—how she used you as a binding spell as a shield against your father's rage. How she destroyed your ability to trust

The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting soft gold across the sheets. Killian's hand reached instinctively across the bed—and found nothing but cold linen where Annie should have been.His heart stopped.He sat up sharply, every muscle tensing as his eyes swept the space beside him. The argument from last night came rushing back—her tears, his assertiveness, the gap that had opened between them when she saw the depths of what he truly was.She's gone.She left me.The thought sliced through him like a blade. He threw off the blankets and moved with barely controlled panic, first to her old room but it was empty. The bathroom was empty too. Each vacant space he opened confirmed his worst fear. His breathing came faster, though his face remained a careful mask. He couldn't fall apart yet.He forced himself to walk to the sitting room, preparing for the emptiness or the note she might have left saying goodbye.Instead, he found her.Annie stood by the dining table, a