All Chapters of Cherish Me, Daddy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ELI'S POVLucen's dark coat swirls behind him like a storm cloud. Eyes glacial. His jaw clenched so tightly I could see the tension from across the room. His pheromones flooded the space with ruthless authority.Several lesser alphas staggered back under the pressure. My knees nearly gave out. Relief and terror collided inside me. He came. He really came.Lucen’s voice cut through the chaos... cold, lethal. “Don’t you fucking dare to mark my mate, Cody.”The hall fell into stunned silence. The word echoed in my mind. Mate.He had never said it like that before. Not in public. Not with that finality.The word rang through my chest louder than the crashing pheromones now choking the ballroom. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out the murmurs of guests scrambling back from the invisible collision of two dominant alphas staking claim over the same space.Cody released his own pheromones in response... heat against ice. The clash between them crackled through the air like lightning bef

LUCEN'S POVThe sand beneath my claws was still trembling from the force of Cody’s last strike when I lunged again. We were seconds away from ending it.His black wolf form collided with mine in a violent crash of teeth and muscle. Our jaws snapped inches from each other’s throats, claws raking fur, bodies slamming hard enough to fracture the stone beneath the arena floor.The scent of blood... his and mine, thickened the air. I could taste iron on my tongue and ash on my breath.All I could think about was Eli.The way Cody’s hand had rested on his lower back. Too familiar. Too possessive. The way Cody had leaned down, lips hovering too close to Eli’s ear. The way Eli had stood there... small, pale, drowning in humiliation while I hesitated.Rage ripped through me like wildfire. I wanted to tear Cody’s limb from limb for touching him. I wanted to rip his arm clean off for daring to pull Eli closer. I wanted to smash his mouth for leaning toward him like that.Mine.The thought was fe

LUCEN'S POVCody’s last words still echoed in my skull as I crossed the border back into Blackthorn. The wind that brushed my face was cold enough to cut the skin, and the scent of pine and damp earth reminded me of a world that existed before the blood‑soaked arena that night.“Do not step on my land again, Lucen. Next time, it ends in blood.”His eyes had not been mocking then. They were serious, hard as iron, and when he looked at the unconscious Eli in my arms there was something else there...something I did not want to name. “Eli is different. Take care of him.”It was a whisper, a flicker of warning that rattled against the cage of my pride. I told him to mind his own business. Pride, as any Alpha knows, is a blade sharpened on the edge of refusal. No Alpha tolerates correction from another Alpha, especially not from a stranger whose pack’s colors I had never seen.But as I carried Eli back through the iron‑bound gates of Blackthorn, his weight was light in my arms and yet unbea

ELI'S POVThe moon had not yet risen when I slipped into the courtyard of Blackthorn Manor, my steps muffled by the dew‑slicked stones. The night after the ceremony blurred into a long procession of greetings, smiles, and polite conversations. I had not expected it to last this long.For hours, nobles from neighboring territories, elders of the pack, and Lucen’s warriors stepped forward to congratulate us. Each one bowed slightly to Lucan first before turning to me with curiosity lingering in their eyes. Some of them looked at me with admiration. Some with suspicion. And some… with quiet awe.I could still feel the faint warmth where Lucen’s mark rested on my shoulder, hidden beneath the layers of my white ceremonial clothing. The bite had healed quickly, but the energy inside it pulsed softly, like a distant heartbeat. My mate’s mark. The thought still felt unreal.Lucen stood beside me the entire time, his posture straight and commanding, the presence of an Alpha radiating from him

LUCEN'S POVWe continue the investigation. Spend the whole day patrolling the border from all directions and point of entry. “What exactly did the survivor say when you first talked to him? I want to make sure he was singing the same tune he said to me.” I asked, the cold wind cutting across the ridge like a blade.Drew’s expression darkened. He shifted his weight, the leather straps of his pack creaking.“Not much. He was half-delirious. But he kept repeating the same thing.”“And that is?” I said coldly.“That the man didn’t smell like a wolf.” Drew said, dread evidence on his voice.I frowned. The fog hung low over the forest, swallowing the trees in a ghostly pall. “What?”Drew let out a frustrated exhale as he said, “He said the attacker’s aura felt wrong. Like… something darker.” A chill crept up my spine. Dreadlord, no, he is the rouge king... he was just the one who called himself as Dreadlord, he is said to be ancient creatures born fro