All Chapters of Sugar baby to my Father’s Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"You look really good, Solan… Sorry, I mean Miss Lim." Alistair said, his fist clenched as he held himself back from reaching out to her. “Is that one of your designs?” She smiled at him. “Thank you, Mr Vance,” she replied, her voice cool and professional. “It is one of my designs. And you don’t look too bad yourself.” She sat across from Alistair in the Morgan-Thorne boardroom, her hands folded primly atop a leather portfolio, fighting the traitorous roar of her own memory.He had discarded his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves to reveal forearms corded with muscle. He was devastatingly handsome.The eight years had stripped away the last of his youth, leaving behind a face carved from granite and cold ambition. As he leaned forward, the scent of expensive cedar and something primal… something just so male and him… threatened to breach her mental floodgates.Her mind instantly betrayed her and flickered to the raw intensity of the sex they had shared in that Vegas hotel. The ve

California, six Years Ago After the four-month trial, Solana had been moved there and stayed under steady surveillance for eight months, living under a name she hated, feeling like her skin was a size too small, before she was given a bit of freedom. Once she was given more liberty, she’d gotten a new place, a drafty cabin on the edge of the Shasta-Trinity National Forest. And now that she was done occupying her mind with the trail and worrying about her life being in danger, her mind could now focus on other things. On the main issue, she was avoiding. Her second nature. Every night, her bones felt like they were vibrating. Her sense of smell had become a curse; she could smell the rot of a fallen log three miles away and the copper tang of a squirrel’s blood. She didn't know what she was. She only knew that the night she escaped Julian, something had snapped inside her.Days later, feeling like she was about to implode, she went for a walk to quiet the noise in her head. The woo

"Foolish," Solana whispered the word to herself as she turned sharply. She pushed her way through the crowded hall. The noise of the hall felt like static in her ears. "You are so incredibly foolish."Her steps quickened as she rushed back toward the preparation rooms as she felt a wave of hot, stinging shame wash over her, making her feel sick to her stomach. She felt like that broken girl in the Vegas motel room all over again. She had actually allowed herself to dream. Of course, he was not here for her. He was here with a woman who fit his world perfectly. Not a rejected mate, still climbing her way up the world. She reached her station and gripped the edge of the table. Her knuckles were white. "I am an idiot," she whispered. "I am a stupid, dreaming idiot.""Sol?" Mira called out. She grabbed Solana’s arm. "What happened? You look like you have seen a ghost.""I am fine," Solana said too quickly. Her voice was sharp. It was a defensive reflex she could not stop.Mira’s eyes w

“How did it go?” Alistair asked the question as soon as he caught up to Ramona in the hallway. She was standing in front of the elevators, her back to him, looking at the blinking lights as if they held the secrets of the universe.“Though I still don't know what to make of her, I like her backbone,” she replied, sounding skeptical, still not looking at him. "I’m still not sure what to make of her pride, though. She is... different.""Yeah. She is," Alistair replied without hesitation, not even trying to hide the pride in his voice. He stared at the blinking lights of the elevator numbers. She threw Alistair a sidelong glare, looking at him as if he had brought home a stray cat that was actually a tiger. “It’s been a while since I have seen you chase a mark. But isn&rs

The room stilled, and the cameras zoomed in on Solana's face, anticipating a reaction from her that would cause some drama and pull in views and engagements from followers. Solana kept her face impassive as she tried to swallow her anger. She had faced traffickers and forest alphas, so a jealous fashion mogul was nothing she could not handle.She tilted her head slightly and pasted a soft, almost amused smile on her face. “A sponsor?” Solana asked; she let out a short, dry laugh. “How could someone like me possibly have a sponsor?”A few quiet chuckles rippled through the crew.“If I had one,” she continued, her tone still gentle but edged just enough to cut, “I’d probably be sitting in your position right now…