All Chapters of Cherish Me, Daddy: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Eli’s POVAt first, there was nothing... no pain, no coldness and no fear.Just… quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t suffocate... it held you, cradled you, as if the world had been folded into a single, soft breath.For a moment I thought this was what dying felt like... this afterlife feels like... so pure and peaceful.“ Eli. ” The voice came again, soft and warm, wrapping around me like something I had never known but somehow missed. My eyelashes fluttered open.Light greeted me... but not the harsh kind. It was gentle, silver, and alive. I inhaled sharply, my body tensing expecting exploding pain all over, but there was no pain. No bleeding wounds, no burning flesh and no spilling blood.“What…?” My voice came out hoarse, confused. I sat up slowly... and froze.This wasn’t the darkness of the forest. This wasn’t anywhere in the realm where I ram away from.Beneath me was a bed softer than anything I had ever touched, draped in flowing white silk that shimmered like liquid light.

LUCEN'S POVFor the entire night, I never stepped outside its doors... the study had become my prison. I sat behind my desk with the bloodstained piece of uniform that Eli wore when he left the estate. The cloth clenched tightly in my hands, staring at it until my vision blurred. The dried crimson across the torn fabric looked darker beneath the dim light of the study, but no matter how many times I blinked, it never changed.Eli’s blood.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him again... pale, shaking, emotionless, kneeling in front of me while I chose duty over him.I thought I had time... that was the cruelest part, the stupidest mistake I did.I thought I could fulfill my obligations as Alpha first... Mark Caden, appease the council and secure the pack. Then afterward, when the pressure settled, I would explain everything to Eli. I would tell him the truth. I would make him understand why I acted the way I did.But I forgot something vital. Eli was not some immortal creature made to

LUCEN'S POVThe air in the hall grew heavy...the "purest omega." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. I motioned for the pack doctor to take over, my heart hammering against my ribs like a caged beast. As they guided Osen to a sturdy oak chair, the doctor began his work, murmuring clinical instructions, but Osen’s eyes remained locked on mine. He was vibrating with the kind of trauma that didn't just break bones; it fractured the soul.I stepped back, my hands clenching into white-knuckled fists. "Osen, think carefully about what you’re saying. Are you implying the Dreadlord is hunting someone specific? Someone that only exist on old lore?"Osen slumped, his remaining strength failing him as the pack doctors moved in to stabilize him. His eyes were glassy. "He didn't just hunt, Lucen. He tasted the air. He walked through the carnage of my warriors...those mutated monsters of his, their skin rippling with unnatural shadows... and he stopped. He looked at Emon, tore his sce

LUCEN'S POVMy fingers trembled before I even understood why. The mahogany desk felt far too cold against my palms, a stark contrast to the burning, jagged edges of the photographs spilling from the white envelope. They scattered across the dark wood and I, the fool who had struck the blow, was finally forced to look at the shards.And then I saw him. “…Eli.”My breath stopped, snagged on a hook in my throat. My entire body locked in place, my pulse a frantic, discordant hammer against my ribs. My eyes burned into the first photograph. Eli sat near a wide window, bathed in the cool, spectral light of the moon. He wears a knit sweater... that hung loosely off one shoulder. He looked healthier, his collarbones sharp against his skin, and his hair, still vibrant and golden, almost ethereal in the glow.He was alive.The realization didn’t bring relief. It brought a violent, physical ache that tore through my chest, it hurt like a sensation of being hollowed out by a dull blade. For one

ELI'S POVThe passing days moved like a gentle, rhythmic current, three months have passed in a blur. Now, my world had shrunk to the size of this cabin, and in its smallness, I found an expansiveness I had never known. My day was measured by the weight of warm milk bottles on the counter, the sight of tiny, mismatched socks disappearing beneath the worn couch, and the chaotic symphony of sleepy dawns.I woke before the sun, beside my bed, the twins were already stirring in their crib. Their scent... faint, strong, and undeniably Alpha—filled the room with a grounding warmth.Elisen blinked at me with wide, observant eyes, while Lucien, ever the impatient one, stretched his small, trembling arms toward me, demanding the world on his terms."Good morning to you too, little tyrants," I whispered, my voice raspy with sleep.Elisen babbled something incoherent, a soft vibration in the quiet air, and Lucien immediately smacked his brother’s face with a chubby hand."Hey," I scolded gently