All Chapters of Father's Bestfriends: All Yours, Alpha Daddies: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Elara's POV Lady Nora stood in the doorway, her eyes raking over me with unconcealed disdain. My jaw dropped as I scrambled to pull the robe tighter around my body, clutching the fabric like it could shield me from her burning glare. "I was wondering why my sons would bring back an outcast," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "Now I know. You're not just an outcast. You're a whore." My eyes widened. "I... I'm not—" "Don't." She held up a hand, silencing me. "Don't insult me with your pathetic denials." I tried to form words, to explain, to say anything that might make her understand. But my throat had closed up, and she didn't give me a chance anyway. She stepped forward, and I instinctively took a step back. "I can smell them all over you," she continued, wrinkling her nose. "My sons. Their scent is embedded in your skin. You reek of them." Heat flooded my face. I opened my mouth again, but nothing came out. "And worse," she said, her eyes narrowing. "You're still tethe

Draven's POV I smirked slowly, watching Mason tremble like a leaf caught in the merciless grip of a violent storm. His breath came in short, panicked gasps that echoed through the office, and I could see the sheer terror written all over his pale, sweat-drenched face. Every muscle in his body seemed to be quaking with fear. Good. He should be absolutely terrified. He should be feeling every ounce of dread that was currently coursing through his pathetic veins. I walked toward him slowly, deliberately letting each measured step echo through the silent office like a death knell. He backed away instinctively, stumbling clumsily over his own feet like a newborn fawn, his trembling hands raised in front of him as if that pathetic, futile gesture could somehow protect him from what was coming. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking with desperation. "I didn't mean—" A sharp, acrid smell suddenly filled the air around us, and I stopped dead in my tracks, my nose wrinkling i

Kael's POV I kept wondering why some people were so ridiculously stupid. Did they really think they could outrun their sins? Did Mason honestly believe he could run away from us and just disappear into the sunset with a bag of cash and a fresh start? The naivety was almost insulting. As Draven and I stepped into the warehouse, my eyes locked onto Mason's immediately. I watched with grim satisfaction as his entire body went pale, all the blood draining from his face as if someone had opened a tap. For a split second, he froze completely, his mouth falling open in shock. Then survival instinct kicked in. He grabbed Monalisa's arm roughly, yanking her toward a door I hadn't noticed before, and bolted. She stumbled after him, clearly caught off guard by his sudden panic. "Really?" Draven muttered beside me, sounding more annoyed than anything else. "He's going to make us chase him?" "Apparently," I said dryly, already moving forward. "Let's get this over with. We love hunting anyway

Elara's POV Nora had turned to leave, her dismissal of me complete, but my words made her freeze mid-step. For a long, terrible moment, she stood perfectly still, her back rigid. Then, slowly, she turned around. "What," she said, her voice dangerously quiet, "did you just say?" My heart hammered wildly in my chest, but I forced myself to stand straighter, to meet her blazing eyes without flinching. "I said," I repeated, keeping my voice as steady as I could manage, "that you can ask me to do anything and everything. But no one can stop me from training. Not even the kings." Gasps rippled through the room. The staff members exchanged horrified glances, their expressions screaming that I'd just signed my own death warrant. No one spoke about the kings that way. No one dared. But I couldn't back down now. Nora's eye twitched, a tiny, barely perceptible movement that somehow made her look even more furious. "Hara is my instructor," I continued, pushing forward before I lost my ne

Luca's POVI let out a deep, shuddering breath as we walked away from the field, my heart still thudding far too hard against my ribs. The adrenaline hadn't left my system yet, making my hands tremble slightly at my sides. For a split moment when Lyra had rushed to me with the information about what Hara was planning, I'd felt my entire soul leave my body.The image had been too vivid. Elara's broken body sprawled across that shifting ground. Blood spreading across the dirt. The sound of the twins' howls when they felt it through the mate bond—that raw, primal scream of loss that would echo through every corner of the realm.She would have died. There was no question about it. And the kings would have gone feral.Not just angry. Not just murderous. Not even the controlled rage they displayed when dealing with enemies of the crown. No, they would have gone completely, utterly feral. The kind of feral that ended with entire bloodlines wiped out in a single night, and no one left alive