บททั้งหมดของ Sugar baby to my Father’s Alpha: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The next two days were the longest of Alistair’s life. He stayed in Vegas, haunting the streets where she used to walk. Fortunately for him, Caspian had been dragged by his father to resume college, so he could sit in her empty apartment, breathing in the last, dying traces of her scent until they were completely gone. The poor boy had been overwrought with grief, but was also relieved that Solange had been fine and decided that he would do exactly as she had charged him: study hard and become a successful architect so she could meet him again. If only it were that easy for Alistair, who was now feeling the full effect of his mate's absence. When Jason finally called back, Alistair didn't even say hello. “Well?” "I was able to get to the intake officer," Jason whispered. "I told him a benefactor wanted to provide for her. So he took your name to her." “Took my name to her?” Alistair repeated in confusion. “He didn’t give you her new information?” Jason hesitated again. “The

"You’re late, Lim," Travis, the Alpha’s lapdog... or Beta as people called him, muttered, stepping into her path. He had been waiting by the entrance. He watched her with a mixture of annoyance and hunger that made her skin crawl."I’m not a full member, Travis. I don’t run on pack time," she replied, walking around him without stopping. The Bloodhound pack met in this clearing twice a week for general issues and socializing. And though she was a wolf and technically lived inside their territory, she wasn’t a member of the pack. She had made it very clear from the beginning that she was not going to officially join the pack. And used her status as a half-blood as a technicality that kept her from being legally bound to the Alpha’s command. Technically, the label “half-wolf” had no official meaning. The wolf community recognized two states: human or wolf.But Solana had insisted on the distinction anyway.If she wasn’t fully wolf… then she didn’t have to live by their hierarchy.The

“You know,” Mira commented, trying to sound casual, even though she was about to touch on an issue her boss disliked. “Now would be a good time to post something on our business page.”Solana paused, staring at the open suitcase on her sofa. “We posted this morning.”“I mean, like… post yourself.”“I don’t want to have this conversation again,” Sol replied, her voice stern.“I’m serious.” Mira stepped closer, lowering her voice. “They want you, Sol. Not just the designs.”Solana’s expression didn’t change, but something behind her eyes hardened slightly. “I am the designs.”“Not to them,” Mira said. “To them, you’re a ghost.”That part was true. Her brand’s page was clean, curated, and faceless.She had intentionally kept her face off Lim Studio's social media pages. While other designers were busy becoming influencers, Solana had stayed in the shadows.She let the clothes speak, and the mystery worked. Creating a mystique that the fashion world was now desperate to solve.Who is Sola

“You’re staying with me tonight,” Caspian said as they pulled out of his office parking lot.Solana frowned. “I booked a hotel.”“Cancel it.”“No.”“Yes.”She turned to him. “Cas—”“I’m not letting you stay alone in a hotel after everything you told me.”“I can handle myself.”“I know you can,” he snapped. “That’s not the point.”She stilled.“I lost you once,” he said, quieter now. “I’m not taking chances again.”Something in his tone made her pause.It wasn’t just concern. It was something tighter that sounded closer to… possession.But she brushed it off.It's been eight years. Of course, he’d be like this.“…Fine,” she said finally. “One night.”His shoulders relaxed slightly. “Good.”She stepped out of the car—and froze.The building in front of her was… insane.It stood in a tree-lined compound, a large box of black steel and shimmering glass. It didn't have the heavy stone walls of a mansion, but it felt just as grand because of how much light it held. Huge windows stretched fro

Solana barely made it past the revolving doors before her legs gave out. She caught herself against a concrete pillar, fingers digging into the rough surface as her lungs fought to pull in air. Keep it together. Keep it together. She muttered to herself as her heart slammed violently against her ribs, like it was trying to break free. Inside, her wolf was losing its mind. It clawed at her, howling, frantic, desperate—pulling her back toward the building. Toward him. Go back. Go back. Go back. “No,” she whispered under her breath, her voice shaking. “No.” Even though the bond was like a live wire trying to pull her backward into the lobby, she wouldn't let it. She had seen the desperate hope in his eyes. It had nearly broken her. But she had spent years building this version of herself. She was Solana Lim. She was not a victim. And she was certainly not his. Her fingers trembled as she pulled out her phone. “Cas…” Her voice cracked as he picked up. “Please tell me you’re clos