All Chapters of Taming the Dangerous Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

From the moment I learned how to remember, my parents existed in only one state—completely, unapologetically in love.Yes, they argued. Yes, they lost their tempers over trivial things. But never once did those storms shake the foundation of what they shared. At their core, they were always like lovers caught in an endless first spring, unable to stop choosing each other.That kind of bond shaped everything about me and my siblings. We were raised inside warmth, inside certainty. Love was not a fragile fantasy to us—it was a fact of life. Something proven through touch, patience, forgiveness, and endurance.I believe in love. I think Fitch does too.But we learned it in very different ways.From the outside, it would be easy to say he should have learned from the mistakes of his parents and grandparents, should have carved a new path for himself instead of repeating old tragedies.Yet when I truly forced myself to stand where he stood, to see the world through the scars carved into hi

When I told Sarah that Evelyn and I had reached an agreement—that if the child was mine, she would terminate the pregnancy—I could not understand why she looked so shocked.If the results proved the child was not mine, then whether to keep it should have been Evelyn’s choice alone. That was simple logic. Clean. Rational.But emotions were never clean.I loved Sarah more than anything. More than my name, more than my rank, more than the future I had once imagined for myself. If she believed I would let her go so easily, then she had never truly known me.Having a child with Evelyn would shatter everything—on every level.Evelyn and I would become parents. And then what?Where would Zara stand in all of this?

Sebastian broke precedent.On the very day Evelyn was admitted to the hospital, he summoned her parents to his office. He refused to let them hear the truth from a doctor, from gossip, or from any outsider who might twist it into something cruel. If this burden had to be carried, then it would begin with him. He wanted to explain everything himself—clearly, directly, without cowardice.From what I heard, their reaction was far from calm. Voices were raised. Tears were shed. Accusations were thrown like blades across the room. But in the end, they had no choice except to accept it. Denial could not change the facts written into Evelyn’s body, nor the future growing inside her.For reasons I could never fully explain, Eva always made sure I knew every detail—the cause, the effect, the hidden pieces between. And so I knew that Eve

When Fitch wrapped his arms around me, a long-forgotten sense of stability slipped quietly back into place, as if my body itself had been waiting for this moment. It was subtle at first—an easing of tension I hadn’t even realized I was carrying—but it spread quickly, sinking deep into my chest and settling there like something inevitable. Even the sharp, lingering ache that had vanished weeks ago stirred awake inside me, blooming once more beneath my skin.The bond reacted instantly.It surged through my body like a living current, electric and unrelenting, lighting up every nerve ending in its path. My knees nearly gave out. Pleasure—pure, unfiltered, and dangerously consuming—washed over me in waves, stealing my breath and making it difficult to remember how to stand upright. It wasn’t the kind of pleasure that could be reasoned with or resisted; it was ancient, instinctive, and absolute.I hated how much of me responded.I hated that my body welcomed it before my mind could protest

It was as if the bond had sensed my decision long before I consciously made it.The moment my car crossed the invisible boundary of the pack’s territory, the restless unease coiled inside me transformed into a violent, relentless pounding in my chest. It wasn’t the kind of pain that tore flesh or shattered bone—but it was sharp enough, insistent enough, that it demanded my full attention. It refused to be ignored.In that instant, all I wanted was to turn the car around.To go back.To go back to Fitch, to crash back into his arms, to bury my face against his chest and pretend that I had never tried to leave in the first place. Somewhere deep inside me, a voice whispered urgently, desperately—pleading, almost begging me to return. It was soft, yet stubborn, and carried a weight I found impossible to resist.The farther I drove from home, the stronger the pull became.Memories flooded my mind without mercy—my parents’ familiar smiles, Derek’s silhouette leaning casually against the por