All Chapters of Reborn To Seduce My Bully's Alpha Father : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12Saturday shift started at ten AM. The estate had its own weekend vibe The formal hallways were quieter, but the back rooms were bustling with activity Matthias was home, so the upper floors were buzzing with activity, and the ground crew was extra cautious around the perimeter of his shift Marta handed me my room list at the service entrance. "East wing. Libraries, cozy reading nooks, and study spaces for kids stay clear of the main study hall until one strikes Mr. Ashford's got calls "Understood." She looked at me. "You're early." "Fifteen minutes." "Good." A mark on the clipboard. "Go." I went. The morning crept through each room. I let the work fill the parts of my brain that wouldn't stop running. Marcus was there on Monday Dante and Leon Marsh The mole was feeding Caden intel from within the estate. The clock was hidden from everyone else's view. I was wiping down the bookshelf in the secondary study when my cloth caught on something behind the back row of books. A

Chapter 14I set the document down carefully. My hands were steady, no shaking. I made sure of that before I let go of the paper. "The name at the top," I said. "That's not my name.". "No. It's your mother's." Marcus watched me with those careful eyes. "Her name before she married." I looked at the document again. The council's stamp, the date at the bottom, it's all from twenty years ago "This is a death record," I said. An official statement Filed with the Lycan Council." He paused. "There's also an unofficial version. I've got it as well. They don't match."I looked up. "How don't they match?" The official records say the person died in a fire." He folded his hands on the desk. "The unofficial record lists two names at the bottom. Council people gave the green light for a containment order three days before the blaze Containment order. I knew enough about the Lycan Council language to know what that meant. They used bureaucratic jargon to make someone vanish "The

CHAPTER 16Marcus looked like he hadn't slept.He was at his desk when I arrived at seven-thirty, Tuesday morning, an hour before his official office hours started. The tea beside him was fresh but his eyes had the particular flatness of someone who'd been awake turning something over for most of the night.He closed the door behind me."Sit down."I sat.He opened a folder and turned it toward me. Inside was a printed email chain. The addresses at the top were anonymised but the content was in plain language.I read it.Three exchanges between Marcus and his European contact. The first two were careful. Information traded slowly. Then the third, sent yesterday, was shorter than the others.*Someone has been making inquiries about the Lennox girl, specifically about her location and current associations. The source is old money, old connections, and is not working through official channels. Be careful.*I set it down. "Who is the source?""My contact doesn't name him directly. But the

CHAPTER 18 He was chilling in the cozy little sitting room at the end of the west corridor, not at his desk. He wasn't glued to his phone. Sitting in the chair closest to the window with a folder on the table next to him, he'd gaze out at the grounds, almost like he was daydreaming or lost in thought when I knocked on the open door. He looked up. "Sit down." I sat in the chair across from him.The table in between us held just a folder, nothing more. He didn't pop it open right away. He looked at me first, the way he'd been doing more frequently in the last week, like he was checking something against something he already knew. "How much do you know about how your father's department runs?" he said. "Enough. He chats about his job over dinner, inventory cycles, maintenance schedules, which equipment needs replacing and when." I paused. "He's been flagging the east groundskeeping machinery for months. Some of it's overdue for service.". Matthias mentioned, "I've sent in three eq

CHAPTER 20Saturday morning I moved a book. Not randomly. I chose the one Matthias had left face-down on the sitting room chair, the one he'd been reading for three days based on how the bookmark had shifted. I picked it up, found his page, and moved it three shelves up on the bookcase. Same section. Different shelves. He'd find it somewhere, but only if he took the time to look. Then I finished the room and moved on. It was just a minor thing. Someone clearly noticed and messed with this place. I wanted to see what he'd do. At school on Monday Caden found me in the library stacks. I'd gone in after economics to return two books to the reserve section. The shelves were pretty tight back there, all metal, floor to ceiling, and it always felt a bit too quiet when I heard him before I saw him. The particular weight of his footsteps that I'd memorised across two lifetimes. I kept moving. Found the shelf I needed. Slipped the first book into position "You've been busy," Caden said fr