The Alpha Heiress: Lycan's True Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

DAISYAfter the steamy, hot shower together and back inside his bedroom, I am wrapped in one of his oversized shirts and seated at his small dining table while he makes breakfast for us.Just scrambled eggs and toast, but watching him cook for me feels so nice and thoughtful.“This looks delicious,” I say when he sets down a plate in front of me.“It is.” He sits across from me, his bare feet tangling with mine under the table. “We should do this more often.”“Seems you’ve already forgotten what I said about people talking if we—”“I already know that, but I am the Lycan Prince and I can do whatever the hell I want.”“Sometimes that’s not how it works and you know it.”“Maybe not, but we can try.” He reaches across the table, taking my hand. “I meant what I said last night, Daisy. I have feelings for you, and I’m not interested in hiding them.”My heart swells and I blush, fighting back a smile. “I’m not interested in hiding mine either.”He smiles and tickles my toes under the table.

BRYSONMy stomach knots.The way she emphasizes “ex-girlfriend” makes me feel like she is still not at peace with my past and frankly, I don’t give a bloody damn about what or how she feels about that.However, I wasn’t expecting her to bring this up. She knows I still have ties with Louise and she probably resents it, which is fair considering we are married.“Why are you bringing that up?” I ask, trying to sound disinterested.“I just want us to talk about it,” she shrugs. “Last night after the gala, you acted differently and didn’t even talk much to me. Were you sad because of what happened to her? You know she brought that upon herself. She accused Daisy of being a gold digger and even tried to turn everyone against her, but the Lycan Prince defended Daisy instead and made Louise look like an idiot. I was sad about the whole drama, but personally, I think she shouldn’t have publicly acted that way with Daisy. What a shame.”She sighs and shakes her head as if she’s truly remorsefu

DAISYHer eyes flash wide in anger.“You bitch!” Her voice rises defensively, “Don’t you dare spread lies about me. I’m not a snitch!”“Then prove it,” I challenge her. “I don’t believe you, so prove it.”She goes silent, as if thinking of what to say. I threatened to expose her as a snitch, but I was actually bluffing when I said those words because I don’t have the time or energy to waste on Sonia.However, threats and desperation can make people sloppy. And back there in class, Sonia didn’t seem to be particularly clever with her stalking eyes.“Daisy, listen,” she hisses in anger. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you have no fucking right to go around spreading lies and accusing me of—”“Stay the hell away from me,” I cut her off. “I don’t have time for your games, so you better mind your business.”“Or what?”“So you’re indeed meddling into my business?”“I never said that—”“But you implied it,” I step closer, shooting her a warning glare. “I repeat, stay away f

ALPHA JACOB CALDWELLEver since that disturbing call with Daisy yesterday, I have been feeling so uncomfortable.However, there is a lot of work to be done as usual, and I am currently buried in it.Leaning back in my chair, I rub my eyes before I resume checking the financial quarterly reports that my accountant sent over last night. Running a strong pack like mine isn’t just about strength and that is because its leadership also demands being occupied with endless paperwork and budget management.And currently, that is always my predicament.Still going through the reports, I scroll down, but the more I keep checking them one by one, the more I keep feeling that something is wrong somewhere. These quarterly reports don’t match the figures I have from three months ago.They are lesser.By now, we should have more in reserves. Significantly more.So why are they lesser?Disturbed, I keep going through the reports, tracing each individual transaction. Normal expenses like security sal

CLARISSA“How much longer mum?” Louise asks from where she is perched on the workbench. She is impatient and as always, she wants results without appreciating the efforts required.“Patience my dear. Dark magic isn’t something to be rushed.” I murmur, adding three drops of belladonna extract to the big black bottle on the table. One wrong measurement and this becomes useless.The potion hisses and releases its steam. The mixture faintly smells like rotten eggs but here in the basement, I already have something that will get rid of that scent. Jacob doesn’t even know this basement exists. The pack architect who built it died years ago with his knowledge buried with him.Only Louise and I know about the hidden door behind the wine cellar that leads to this chamber.“Mum, before we came here, you were telling me about Daisy’s mother and you also wanted to say something else. Tell me more.”I smile at her eagerness to continue the previous conversation we were having back in her room. “We