All Chapters of Sugar baby to my Father’s Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The silk blindfold fell to the floor, and for a moment, everything blurred as her eyes tried to adapt to no longer being covered. She blinked, expecting to be met with harsh lights, but was surprised when she was met with a soft, amber glow instead.The room itself even looked like a luxurious hotel suite. "There," the voice said softly. "Better now?” She turned and looked up towards the deep voice, bracing herself for a monster, but the man standing before her was way younger than she was expecting, looking like a prince from a dark fairy tale.Though he was wearing a half-mask that covered his eyes from the bridge of his nose upward, it did nothing to diminish the fact that he was… handsome.His skin was flawless, his jaw was sharp, his hair perfect, and his sculpted lips were curved into a gentle, practiced smile.He looked like he belonged on a luxury magazine cover, not in a human trafficking den.“I’m sorry about the rough handling, sweetheart.” He whispered, a small, charming

"Keep going, Sol," Solange repeated to herself in her mind over and over againThe world was nothing but a blur of light and freezing air. Solange tore past the industrial district, her paws hitting the pavement with a rhythmic, heavy thud that sounded like a drumbeat.Soon, she burst into a rural area with open fields and farmlands, her body moving faster than her mind could track. Branches lashed against her white fur, and the damp earth rushed beneath her faster than thought.I should be dead, she thought, the human part of her brain screaming in shock. How am I doing this?Her lungs burned, making every breath feel like she was swallowing fire, but she didn’t slow down as fear drove her forward.Somewhere behind her were men who had tried to sell her like an object. A man who had bought her for twenty million and seemed to have sinister plans for her. And the black wolf whose single strike had nearly crushed her ribs.Behind her, the screech of tires and the distant shouting of me

“…and as I've been saying,” Silas continued smoothly, leaning back in his chair like a man completely in control of the conversation, “the southern border patrol has been neglecting its duties. My men spotted rogues crossing twice this month.” One of the elders frowned. “That report hasn’t been verified.” Silas spread his hands innocently. “Perhaps that’s because the warriors assigned to that region are… distracted by the drama surrounding Beta Richard's death.” Alistair barely heard the rest.The elders continued debating patrol rotations and territory management, their voices rising and falling in a slow rhythm that blurred into background noise. His eyes on the ancient oak trees stretched their branches across the manicured lawn. Normally, the place calmed Alistair, but today, it only made his irritation sharper.

 Caspian screeched to a stop in front of him and just stood, staring at him with hate in his eyes. For a long moment neither of them moved. Then Caspian swung, his fist connecting hard with Alistair’s jaw. Alistair didn't even try to block it. His jaw tightened as the boy’s knuckles cracked against his skin.He didn't feel any pain as the Caspian's human strength couldn't make an impact on his pain tolerance. But the heavy, suffocating weight of his own regret was enough pain for him. "Sir!" Marcus moved to intervene, his eyes glowing with a warning. "Stay back, Marcus," Alistair commanded. He spat a bit of blood onto the floor and looked at Caspian. "He has every right." Caspian stared at him, his chest heaving. He was terrified... Alistair could smell the sharp tang of fear-sweat.... but the boy stayed pl

“... if only I hadn’t left her then,” Alistair muttered to himself. Marcus glanced at him in concern through the rear view mirror, one hand on the wheel while the other rested loosely near the gear shift. “You had to go for the late beta’s funeral, sir.”Alistair didn’t reply, his attention on the phone beside him on the car seat, willing it to ring.It had been three days since Solange's text message, and he had spent every second of it pacing and making calls to every contact they had in law enforcement. But all had given the same news.They had no idea where Solange Park was.He hadn't slept or eaten. His wolf was a frantic, pacing shadow in the back of his mind, scratching at his ribs to be let out.When the phone finally buzzed, Alistair snatched it up before the first ring ended. "Jason. Tell me you have her.""I have a trail, Alpha," Jason said, his voice sounding strained, stripped of its usua