Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sugar baby to my Father’s Alpha: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The moment Alistair's footsteps faded down the stairs, Solana's shoulders slumped as if someone had cut the strings holding her up."Oh, goddess," she muttered, sinking into the nearest chair, and only then did her hands start to shake. "What a fucking mess."She pressed them flat against her knees and watched them tremble anyway. When Portia had dropped onto her haunches with those amber eyes fixed on her throat, Solana's heart had climbed into her mouth. She had spent years arranging her whole life around avoiding moments like that one, and it had found her anyway, in her own studio, wearing a silk blouse.Sister.She let out a short, disbelieving breath and rubbed her forehead with her fingertips.Of course the man who had spawned her would raise something like that. She could not bring herself to call him her father, not even in the privacy of her own head. A man who left one daughter in a motel and gave the other a crown would naturally breed a rude, entitled brat who thought her

Caspian's fingers dug into the arms of the chair as Solana folded forward.At first, his brain refused to make sense of it. He heard a crack, sharp and wet, like a branch snapping in the rain. Her shoulders rolled in a way shoulders were not built to roll, and her back arched higher and higher. Her hands hit the floor, and her fingers drew in on themselves, shortening and thickening as he watched. Something pale was spreading across her arms.That's fur, a distant part of his mind said calmly. That is actual fur.Her face stretched forward. Her ears slid up her skull. The camisole tore down the middle with a soft rip and fell away in pieces, and a low, rumbling breath filled the room that did not belong to any human being.Then it was over.A snow-white wolf stood in the middle of the living room where his best friend had been standing a moment ago. She was huge, far bigger than any wolf he had ever seen in a documentary. Her thick f

"Isn’t that taking things too far?" Portia whined, blinking up at Alistair as he kept staring at her sternly. "Uncle, please—”"It is Alpha to you," Alistair snapped.The words cracked through the suite like a whip. Portia's mouth closed so quickly that her teeth clicked. Her eyes dropped to the carpet, and for a long moment the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing.When she spoke again, her voice was small and subdued."Alpha Vance," she continued carefully, "I don't think it's serious enough to involve the council.""No," Alistair replied, his voice cold and abrupt. "You need to understand the consequences of your actions. It is that serious."He walked to the window and stood with his back to her, his hands clasped behind him as he looked down at the city."You have placed a pack as respected as ours at the mercy of a smaller one," he said quietly. "You have disgraced your entire pack, in case you have not realized it yet, Portia. When I go to Alpha Miller to repair th

“Master Sterling,” Marcus exclaimed, his eyes widening with shock at his rudeness.“Marcus,” Portia drawled, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile as she stared at Solana. “Do not interrupt a family reunion, man.”Marcus pressed his lips together, remembering his place. He may be able to cross the infamous siblings here with Alistair present, but he knew they would find a way to make him pay when they returned to the pack. He had heard rumors of their vicious pettiness and didn’t want to experience it.“Ster—” Alistair started. Solana raised a finger at him, cutting him off. Then she turned and gave Sterling a polite smile, and to the shock of everyone, she extended a hand towards him for a handshake. “Solana Lim,” she said pleasantly when Sterling hesitantly took her hand in his. “Nice to finally meet you. And you are?”Caspian’s eyes glinted with amusement at the surprised look in Sterling and Portia’s eyes. One thing he could trust his friend to do was handle situation

“Finally,” Sterling whispered as the broken wax crumbled onto the table in small red flakes, sounding like a thirsty man who had just been offered water. Hayes drew out a sheaf of heavy cream pages and separated the top sheet from the rest before laying the others face down beside him. This page was different from the others. It was written by hand in faded blue ink, the letters slanting and uneven, as though they had been formed by a man whose hand no longer obeyed him."Before the formal provisions," Hayes said, his voice going somber. "The late Mr Grey instructed that this letter be read first, aloud, in the presence of every named party." He paused and adjusted his spectacles. "It is addressed to Miss Lim."Solana stiffened, and Caspian placed a hand over hers in silent comfort. Alistair’s eyes snapped to their clasped hands on the table, his chest tightening. He quickly averted his eyes before he did something ridiculous like jump across the table and break Caspian's hand. “B