《Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

DAMIENElder Brone was talking about the eastern perimeter.I knew this because I could see his mouth moving, and the map in front of him had the eastern perimeter circled in red; everyone else at the table was looking at it with the appropriate level of concern.I was thinking about Seraphina turning away from me in the hallway.The kiss. The way she’d held my jacket and the way she’d stepped back after and looked at me with those eyes that saw everything and said now what? as if she was genuinely asking and had no idea the answer was the most complicated thing I’d ever been given.And then the morning. Nothing. She’d come down for breakfast and taken her coffee and said good morning to Agnes and looked at me the way she looked at the furniture, present and unremarkable, and I had sat across from her and felt something I had no appropriate name for.She had rejected me with her eyes over a cup of coffee.Which was not a sentence I had ever expected to construct about myself.“Alpha

SERAPHINAThe motel had seen better decades.It sat at the edge of the small cluster of buildings we’d walked back to, a single-storey structure with a car park that was more pothole than surface and a sign that had lost two of its letters at some point and never had them replaced. The woman at the desk was somewhere in her sixties, broad-shouldered, with the unhurried energy of someone who had been running this place long enough to have stopped being surprised by anything that came through the door.She looked at the three of us. “Two rooms left.”“We’ll take them,” Shane said.She slid the keys across the desk without further comment.The rooms were adjacent, small and clean in the functional way of places that prioritized function over everything else. Two single beds in one room, one double in the other. We stood in the corridor between them and looked at the arrangement.“Girls take the double,” Shane said.“Shane—” I started.“I have two single beds to myself,” he said. “I’m f

DAMIENGregory opened a timer application and set it.Sixty minutes.He turned it so I could see the numbers clearly.“That’s how long you have to bring her to me,” he said. “If you’re not back with Seraphina in sixty minutes, I'll make a call.”I looked at the screen at Marcus and the man sitting beside him who had been in my packhouse for months, tending to Marcus three times a week, learning his schedule and his medication and his specific vulnerabilities.Two years. Gregory had said Orin had worked for him for two years.Which meant while I had been protecting Seraphina from the truth about her father, her father had been placing someone in my house. Learning the shape of what I would and wouldn’t sacrifice.He had done his homework.“What do you want her for?” I said.“That’s between my daughter and me.”“She’s in my care.”Gregory looked at me with those eyes I’d known and something moved through them that I couldn’t categorize cleanly. Not coldness exactly. Something that had

DAMIENThe ceiling came back first.The same low stone ceiling of the motel room, the same bad light, the same chemical taste in my throat from the gas. I was on the floor, and my head felt like it had been hit twice in one day, which was accurate.I pushed up.The room was empty.Not just of Seraphina, everything, as though something important had been removed was everywhere, in the air, in the arrangement of objects that were slightly wrong from how they’d been before.“She’s gone.”Callum was in the doorway. His ankle monitor was beeping at a steady rhythm, the sound of a location being transmitted somewhere that was paying attention.I got to my feet. “Where is she?”“Safe,” he said.I looked at him.His expression was different from anything I had seen on Callum’s face in the years I’d known him. Hardened. I could barely recognize him.“Where, Callum?”“I’m not telling you that.”The beeping filled the small room between us.“You took her,” I said.“I got her out,” he said. “Bef

SERAPHINA Shane’s house was at the end of a dirt road that didn’t appear on any map he’d checked, which was apparently the point. His family had bought it decades ago as a place that existed outside of everything, no pack affiliation, no registered address, just a stone house on a hill with a view of nothing in particular and complete, useful anonymity.We’d been driving for three hours by the time we reached it, the last forty minutes on roads that got progressively narrower and less maintained, the headlights finding maybe twenty feet of visibility at a time through the dark.Nobody had talked much in the last hour.Nadia had fallen asleep against my shoulder somewhere around the second hour and I’d let her stay there, her weight warm and familiar, and I’d looked at the dark moving past the window and thought about Callum on the ground of the car park with his hand pressed flat against his side.Thought about Damien.Tried not to think about Damien.Failed completely.Shane pulled