All Chapters of Cherish Me, Daddy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ELI'S POVI woke up to a scent before I even understood why my eyes were opening.It was overwhelming. Cedarwood... deep, grounding, the kind of aroma that makes a tree feel like it’s rooted in your bones, mixed with bergamot, sharp and intoxicating, slicing through the night air. The fragrance flooded the room so thickly it felt like I was breathing it instead of air. My chest tightened instantly, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.“…what—” My voice comes out hoarse as I push myself up, rubbing my eyes, still half‑lost in sleep. I blink once, twice, trying to focus. The scent presses against me, a living thing, and then the room settles into a single, crushing awareness.Alpha. Strong. Overpowering. Uncontrolled.My gaze snaps across the room, heart hammering against my ribs as the flood of realization crashes into me all at once. And then I see him.“Lucen…?” My throat claws at the name, a tremor slipping through the syllable.He’s on the couch, his body tense, shoulder

ELI'S POVThe first time I saw Lucen lose control, I knew I was in trouble.Not the kind of trouble that comes with a warning, with time to brace yourself... no, this was the kind that hits like a blade between the ribs, fast and deep, leaving you gasping before you even register the pain. He never withdrew his cock from my hole. His hands were on me before I could think, his mouth crashing against mine like he wanted to devour me whole.The cold, distant mask he usually wore had shattered, and what was left was raw, feral hunger. His scent wrapped around me, thick and intoxicating, the musk of an Alpha in rut, and my body responded before my mind could catch up. My cock twitched, my hole clenched empty, my skin flushed with heat.The bed beneath us groaned under the force of his thrusts. Silk sheets, slick with sweat, tangled around my legs as he drove into me again and again, his hips snapping with a precision that made my vision blur. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the ro

LUCEN’S POVI woke up to silence. Not the suffocating kind that presses on the ribs like a storm‑cloud, not the heavy, tension‑filled quiet I was used to. This one was… warm.My eyes opened slowly, vision still blurred at the edges, and for a moment I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling as my mind struggled to catch up with my body.Then I felt it. Weight. Heat. Soft… and tangled.My breath stilled. I looked down.Eli.He was pressed against me, half-draped over my chest, his body curled instinctively into mine as if it belonged there. The sheets, thin and crumpled, barely covered us, revealing too much—skin against skin, marks scattered across his shoulders like a topographic map of everything I had done. My grip tightened slightly against the linen. Not a dream. It all happened. Every second of it.The scent in the room made denial impossible... cedarwood and bergamot wrapped tightly around the lingering sweetness of him. It clung to everything: the sheets, my skin

LUCEN'S POVThe meeting went better than expected.Better than it should have.Laughter echoed through the grand halls of Alpha Neo’s manor as we descended the sweeping staircase side by side, our conversation flowing easily, too easily for two Alphas who, until recently, stood on uncertain ground. The chandeliers above cast warm golden light across polished marble, reflecting the success of what we had just secured.An alliance. The first. Westwood Pack wasn’t known for trust. They were selective, territorial… ruthless in their own way. And yet—here we were.“Didn’t think you’d pull it off this cleanly,” Alpha Neo said with a smirk, glancing at me. “You’re more interesting than I expected, Lucen.”“I don’t make deals I can’t secure,” I replied evenly.He laughed. “Confident. I like that.”Of course he did.Alpha Neo was exactly what rumors painted him to be... charismatic, flirtatious, and dangerous beneath the surface. The kind of Alpha who smiled while calculating your worth. The k

LUCEN’S POVThe door slammed shut behind me. Soft, quiet, final—yet the sound reverberated in my skull louder than any battle‑cry I had heard in the last ten years. I stood in the narrow hallway long after the echo faded, my palm still pressed to the cold brass of the handle, the weight of it anchoring me to a moment I could not yet name.My chest tightened, a vice I had learned to ignore in the endless nights of patrols and contracts. The air in the stone corridor smelled of rain‑soaked ash and the faint, metallic tang of iron... reminders that the world outside this manor still moved, still bled, still demanded a response. I could hear my own breath, shallow and ragged, as if the room were trying to swallow me whole.“...coward,” the word slipped out of me, barely more than a hiss.It seemed absurd to call myself that after all the miles I’d driven, the miles of highway that had blurred beneath my tires in a frantic, half‑mad rush. I had come back to that house, to the same stone wa