All Chapters of Cherish Me, Daddy: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

LUCEN'S POVFive years.Five fucking years, and I still could not find him.Sometimes I stood alone on the balcony overlooking the Blackthorne territory and wondered if Eli had become nothing more than a ghost meant to haunt me for the rest of my miserable existence.Every lead ended cold, every trail vanished and every scout returned empty-handed.It was impossible.One omega could not disappear this completely unless someone powerful was hiding him... or unless Eli simply no longer wanted to be found.That thought hurt the most.The cold wind swept against my face as I stared toward the distant forest beyond our borders. Somewhere out there, Eli was living a life I knew nothing about. Somewhere out there, my sons were growing up without me.Five years. Lucien and Elisen would already be running around now. Talking. Laughing. Fighting with each other over meaningless things. The last image of them is their appearance in that picture... and I know their names because it was written on

ELI'S POVThe words tasted like poison leaving my mouth. “I will leave with you,” I repeated weakly, tears blurring my vision. “Just stop… please.”For one horrifying second, silence swallowed the room, then the Dreadlord smiled it is not a normal smile..It was something cruel and victorious.The mutated wolves immediately backed away from Jax, their exposed ribs heaving while black saliva dripped from their jaws onto the bloodstained floorboards.Jax coughed harshly, struggling to push himself upright despite the deep wounds carved into his side. “No,” he rasped.My chest tightened painfully. “Jax—” I called him trying to tell him to not make a move anymore.“No!” he roared louder this time, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes burned with fury as he staggered onto his feet again. “Eli, don’t you dare....”The Dreadlord lazily lifted one hand. One of the wolves instantly slammed Jax back into the wall hard enough to crack the wood behind him. ”Fuckk! Damn it!” Jax s

LUCEN'S POV The bedroom still smelled like him... jasmine and gardenia, it was warm.I stood in the center of Eli’s old room, unable to breathe properly, my fingers brushing against the edge of the wooden dresser he used to complain about because one drawer always got stuck halfway. Five years. And yet nothing inside this room had truly changed... because I never let it.The curtains shifted softly from the night wind spilling through the cracked balcony doors. His books still sat neatly on the shelf. One of his old white sweaters remained folded near the bed exactly where he left it years ago. Like some pathetic part of me believed he would walk back through that door eventually.My chest tightened violently. I sat slowly on the edge of the bed and closed my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I whispered into the silence for what felt like the thousandth time.The bond inside me pulsed faintly. It was weak, ainfully weak but alive. For years, I had convinced myself that was enough... that as long a

LUCEN'S POVThe moment the study doors closed behind us, silence crashed heavily between me and Jax and the room suddenly felt too small.The fire inside the massive fireplace crackled softly, but it did nothing to ease the storm tearing through my chest. Eli’s scent still clung faintly to the twins upstairs. It lingered on their clothes and their skin.Mine.m Moon Goddess… my sons were sleeping beneath my roof right now while Eli...My jaw clenched violently.Jax remained standing near the door instead of sitting across from me. His posture was rigid despite the exhaustion dragging at his body. I could still smell dried blood beneath his clothes. Blood he spilled trying to protect Eli and I hated that another Alpha had been there for him while I wasn’t.“You look like shit,” Jax said flatly. Normally, another Alpha speaking to me like that inside my own territory would’ve ended badly.Tonight, I simply answered quietly, “I deserve worse.”Something cold flickered across his expressio

LUCEN'S POVThe entire estate moved like a war machine before sunrise.Orders echoed through the manor halls while warriors rushed across the courtyards below. The air itself felt charged with tension. Every wolf inside the Blackthorne Pack territory could feel it.War.I stood at the center balcony overlooking the grounds beneath me while cold wind whipped against my clothes. Hundreds of warriors were already lined outside the manor, their armor gleaming beneath the pale moonlight.Beside me, Drew adjusted the twin silver blades strapped across his back before glancing toward the training grounds below. “They’re ready.”“No,” I said quietly while staring at the horizon. “They’re afraid.”Drew snorted softly. “Fear doesn’t mean they won’t fight.”Maybe... but fear could still destroy armies.Behind us, footsteps approached. I turned slightly and saw Jax entering the hall despite the bandages wrapped tightly around his ribs.The scent of fresh blood still clung faintly to him.I frowne