All Chapters of Sugar baby to my Father’s Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"All of this is your fault!" Caspian yelled, pointing an accusing finger. His face twisted. The fear had not left his eyes, but fury burned right through it. "You always do this.” He continued, stepping from behind his car door. “You come into her life, you wreck something, you walk away, and she's the one who bleeds. Are you not tired of this circle of rubbish? Break it. Just leave her alone!" Marcus and the other guards stiffened, ready to interfere in case their Alpha attacked the yelling man. But Alistair barely heard a single word Caspian was saying again. Every word slid past his ears like water down glass. A single question pounded through his skull, louder than his wolf and louder than his pride. Where is she? Where the fuck is she? Ten minutes ago, he had been standing on the sidewalk, rigid with the need to respect her space and her terms. He had told himself he would not invade her privacy. He had told himself he would wait. None of that mattered now. Hi

“… the reason he is willing to stay away from his pack duties right now, is because he went out there just for her. That is to tell you exactly how dedicated your uncle is.”Portia ruminated on that sentence over and over again as she drove down the cobbled stone road to the compound’s security hub. The buildings was more like a makeshift garrison where all the compound's security cameras and sensors were monitored, and pack warriors trained and rested during their rounds. A couple of men and women training in the courtyard, paused and stared as Portia stepped out of her car. “Lady Portia,” the female warrior stationed at the front desk greeted her as she walked into the building, her eyes wide with surprise. “What are you doing here?” One of Portia’s brows rose and she gave her a dry, unimpressed look. “So… sorry,” the woman stammered, her face going red. She cleared her throat. “I meant to say. How may I be of service?”“That’s better,” she said with a satisfied smirk. “I’m her

"Annabel, hold off on that," Mira said quickly, her voice smooth and welcoming even as her heart thudded. "It's alright. I'll take it from here."Annabel blinked, her hand still hovering over the phone. "But, Miss Mira—""Don't worry." Mira gave her a small, reassuring nod. Then she turned to Portia with her brightest, most professional smile. "Miss Portia, it's an honor to have you in our studio. I'm so sorry about the misunderstanding. Because of who you are, we would like to make an exception for you as a special client."Portia's smirk deepened. "Finally. Someone with some sense.""Please, come with me."Mira led her through the studio, past the mannequins and the long cutting tables, into a bright, airy room with a wide mirror and a velvet couch. She called for one of the apprentices, then slid a glossy brochure across the table."This is our general pricing," Mira said politely. "Every piece is made to order."Portia glanced down at it, and her

"I smell something," Alistair murmured, his eyes narrowing as he jerked his chin at Marcus. The Head of Security hurried over at once. Alistair turned his head toward the studio's open door, trying to pinpoint the scent. It was faint, a trace of something familiar, and it slipped away every time he reached for it. "I can't place it," he said, frowning. "But it's familiar. Has anybody we know been around here recently?" "Not that I know of, sir," Marcus replied, shaking his head. The moment he said it, both men stiffened. A tug. A faint, unmistakable pull at the back of their minds, the invisible thread that bound an Alpha to the members of his pack. Alistair's eyes flew upward on instinct. On the second floor, behind the studio's tall glass window, a figure stood looking down at him. A woman with her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, one arm folded across her stomach, a small and

"What the fuck do you mean, who am I?" Portia snarled, her lip curling as she hugged the phone against her chest. "You asked me this exact same stupid question the last time we met."Solana crossed her arms, completely unimpressed by the display of superiority.“My goodness, were you not trained?” She continued, flicking her hair over her shoulder. She tilted her chin so high that she seemed to be looking down at Solana from the far corner of the room, as if she was beneath her. “What pack did you even grow up in that you don’t know the relevant people in the shifter world?Solana's eyes went cold, and her hand dropped slowly to her side."It says a lot about you that you have absolutely no name for yourself," Solana said coldly. "You just keep throwing your supposed identity around like it makes you special."Portia gasped, her mouth falling open in shock."If you were anything, I would know who you are.” Solana continued, shrugging nonchalantly. “In the shifter world, maybe you're