All Chapters of Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas (18+): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I can't believe he's back. Kaar. After everything, after I thought the storm was over and Jaxon and I could start our own family. I mean he just proposed hours ago, I can still feel the foreignness of the ring on my finger, the way it makes me feel owned, loved, cherished, like he's claimed me—forever. But now, there's a problem and I'm not sure what to think of it. Jaxon doesn't look particularly worried, he's standing in front of me as if shielding me from a small number of the pack standing in the middle of the room. I can't sit because my butt hurts. Everywhere hurts. So I'm leaning on his large body, my forehead pressed into his lower back, my legs shaky because my body feels too heavy for it. “We have to double the patrol. If he's back then it's bad news.” Margaret speaks to everyone, sitting on her Luna chair but wearing a worried expression. Cassie is standing beside her, petting Snowie to sleep. She's literally adopted my kitten and Snowie seems to love her new mom.

He’s pissed. Really, really pissed, and it’s making me scared. He’s easily the largest man around, towering over everyone like some giant, and I know this isn’t the time for my pussy to react to her owner, but she’s already beating like a war drum. I still can’t believe he’s here—in the pub. Cassie assured me he wasn’t returning tonight, and it’s not that I’m not excited to see him—I’ve been worried about him all day—but right now, with another man holding up my hand, my dress barely covering my body, the timing can’t be worse. Everyone’s staring in our direction, and I hate being the centre of focus. “Jaxon. You’re back.” I quickly snatch my hand from Abel and hurry to give him a hug before he lunges for Abel, and tears him apart. Gosh, he’s so fucking stiff, like a rock. His body warms up my cold one—it's always so cold at night and it was dumb not to bring a jacket when all I’m wearing is a slutty dress. “Who the fuck is he?” Jaxon rumbles above me. I tilt my head back to meet

Why do I feel like we're not returning anytime soon? It's a cold morning—thankfully, I'm in a thick hoodie and even thicker jeans—and we're at the airport. And by “we,” I mean Jaxon, me, and our kitten, Snowie. He has our bags, and I'm just looking around the busy airport, holding Snowie tight as she’s wrapped in Jaxon’s spare jacket. “Jaxon?” I call softly. “Yes, doll?” He looks at me, his green eyes searching mine. “When are we returning?” The way he suddenly goes stiff unsettles me a little. “Soon.” He took two seconds to reply. And whenever he did that, he was lying. “What were you writing this morning?” I'd woken up to see him writing on a sheet of paper which he later folded and left on the drawer. I had wanted to say goodbye to Cassie, but he had said not to disturb her. Come to think of it, we’d literally snuck out of the house. “A letter.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “To my mother and Cassie.” I watched him for a beat, the tight expression on his face w

It’s barely been two weeks since I last saw Scottie. Yet, it feels like a whole year. He’s changed, a lot, in a short period of time. His hair is shorter and looks unkempt, his biceps are almost nonexistent, his pecs too. He has a Dad-bod now, and I’m not one to judge because, hey, I’m on the fat side as well but… what happened? “What are you doing here... in New York?” He looks around as if he’s going to get the answer in the crowd. Well the answer is in the crowd but he wouldn’t be able to guess who it is. You see, no one will ever look at me and guess I pulled a Henry Cavil look alike. Especially someone like Scottie. “I’m here with my boy—my fiancé.” That’s right. I’m engaged. And that’s when Scottie’s yellow-rimmed eyes dart to my finger. They grow big when my ring shimmers. “Someone engaged you.” He sounds like he can’t believe it. I frown, anger immediately seeping into my veins, quickening my heartbeat because how dare he? “And what do you mean by that? Oh you though

Jaxon isn't in bed when I wake up. Which I'm totally not okay with, because he spent the whole night playing night guard. I can't believe we still have to worry about Kaar. It's so unfair after what we went through to get rid of him. Why couldn't he just leave us alone? Now Jaxon's unsettled—he has to watch both his back and mine… even Noah's. Speaking of Noah, I can see him watering the plants right outside. Birds are chirping and the cold isn't so bad. Jaxon must have taken Snowie out, she's not in her nest. I'm not comfortable being alone in the house, Kaar could be lurking around. So I quickly tug on a jacket and head outside. “Morning Noah.” I stop by the watered roses, admiring how healthy they look. “Oh Annabelle,” Noah stops and straightens his back. He gives me a lovely smile, the wrinkled sides of his eyes crinkling. “Hope you slept well,” he asks. Even though I didn't, I nod and answer, “Yeah I did,” then I look around, “Jaxon's out, isn't he? He didn't le