All Chapters of In His Arms: The Alpha’s Temptress: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CALLISTA’S POV Julian stepped into the room with a calmness that only made my heart pound harder. He looked nearly as calculated as ever. His eyes met mine, but they didn’t scan lower. Not even once. A subtle breath of relief escaped my lips. He didn’t know, maybe. “Callista,” he greeted, offering a tight-lipped smile. “I hope I didn’t wake the entire household,” he continued before we shared a kiss. Paying respect to Celeste who was now behind me, we kept it short. “I came to deliver something to your father… and check how you’re doing.”I swallowed, nodded. “You didn’t wake anyone… Just surprised to see you here at this hour.”His gaze moved toward Celeste momentarily, then returned to me. “I’d have handed this to your father myself, but one of your guards mentioned he isn’t in at the moment. I figured you could pass it along?” He raised a hand, extending a dark blue envelope sealed with a foreign but familiar sigil.I took it with careful fingers, tucking it beneath my arm. “He s

JULIAN'S POVCallista held onto my cloth like her life depended on it as I helped her up. The shock in her eyes was still there, wild and clear. I didn't want to state it, not when her father was still standing there with his back on us. Penelope just left the scene, and as desperate as I felt to chase after her, I couldn't do it. Alpha Daemon looked over his shoulder for a while before he turned to head for the exit. “Father,” Callista called. I barely heard the faint whisper of her voice, but it was loud enough to make him halt. He turned to look at her properly this time, holding onto the gaze as guilt lingered in the air between them. “I…” he tried to speak, but the rest of his words were lost the next second. Instead of pushing further, he let it sink to where they came from and exited the clinic. That's the exact reason why I couldn't go after Pen. I watched it happen, the way he pulled his own daughter away from Penelope like Callista was the villain. Maybe he didn't mea

PENELOPE'S POVThe moment I heard Ezra's voice, my heart skipped a beat. I stood, water cascading down my skin as I hastily grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. My fingers trembled slightly out of fear of Ezra walking in on us this way. Daemon was already moving behind me, calmly and quiet, but I could feel his gaze on my back as I stepped out.The air was cooler out here, the contrast from the warmth of the bath sending a shiver through me. I opened the door slowly, just enough to slip out, and there he was.He stood just past the threshold, his shoulders stiff and his eyes catching on me like he wasn’t sure where to look. But he looked anyway. “Ezra?” I called.“I didn’t know you were in there,” he said almost apologetically, his gaze flicking down the towel-clad length of me before jerking back up again, sharp and uncomfortable. “I'm…sorry…absolutely had no idea,” I kept my voice even. “I was. It's fine. You found the door open?” “Yeah…yeah,” he answered with a brea

DAEMON’S POVThe rest of the week moved in a haze, time racing as though it had somewhere else or someone it had to be with. It wasn't entirely a drama free week, not when I had two women like Celeste and Callista living under my roof. The letter Julian delivered a few days ago still left me wondering how I forgot a vital part of my life…something that could ruin whatever was growing between Penelope and I. It was worth staying the night awake, trying to decipher what my next moves would be. But the claws of sleep pulled me into the dark realm, shutting me off reality. The next time my eyes opened, I was standing in the rain, in the midst of a chaotic storm and a windy forest. The dream felt real, so real that I felt goosebumps crawling up my skin due to the cold. I stood frozen in the middle of the clearing, watching the swaying trees as they haunted my ears with a sorrowful rhythm that sent my memory back to the night when my wife was buried. The air carried a chill I hadn't

CALLISTA'S POV The cold from the stone floor had long sunk into my knees, but I didn't move from my position. It seemed as though those knee caps weren't there anymore, the hurt stinging every part of my leg that wasn't exposed to the cold. My fingers were covered in soot, the edges of my robe still warm and reeking of smoke from the clothes I burned, Penelope's gifts. On my way down here, I'd overheard the servant who brought the clothes to my room being questioned by my father on the staircase. I waited until they were done before creeping out of my hiding. Something is going on between them and it only made me wonder how much more Penelope is ready to take from me. The body before me hadn't changed. Still pale and lifeless. I stared at him with a strangely calm heart beating in the silence of the infirmary. There were no guards around, no doctors or nurses. Just me and the quiet presence of death. I folded my arms across my belly, suddenly aware of the child growing in me. Gu