All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha And His Father : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LEONARDOSomeone rational will let go. Someone cool-headed and soft-spoken won’t drag it with him. He was my son after all, and I was the father. I was the one meant to make the sacrifices and act mature. I was the one meant to shake my head and turn my back. Deep down, I know that was the right thing to do, but deep down, I was also a bastard. Deep down, I had a few screws loose, and I couldn't just do those things. Deep down, I wanted to drag this out and see where it would take us and where we would end up. And Isabella was in the middle of this. Sweet, bold Isabella with a honey-filled rose between her legs. Lovely Isabella, who has my son wrapped around her pink fingers, and she doesn’t even know it. She didn’t ask to be part of any of this, but she was already in the middle, so I was going to use her. Use her to make Alexander miserable the same way he has done to me for five years. I would taunt him the way he has taunted me. Mock him and rub it on his face at every chance I

ALEXANDERI knelt on her bedside, watching her chest rise and fall evenly. She hasn't stirred. Not once. Not even when I was cleaning her, her eyelashes only fluttered, and that was that. “We really wore you out, huh?” I whispered, my hands itching to touch her, caressed her skin, and held her, but I resisted. Because what if I did and she woke up? And then this moment will be gone. She was right here, in my home, sleeping so close to me with her guard down, and yet… yet I couldn’t let myself be soft. I couldn’t let my guard down, because once I did, there was no going back. The moment I let myself really feel my emotions, my feelings, that was the moment it all ended. That was the moment I would beg her to be mine. That’s the moment I will do everything to make her mine. I couldn't let that happen, because then I would be bare for her to see. My emotions, my honor, and dignity would be at her feet. And knowing Isabella, she would step on it. And if she does that… what happens next

He had no rights… none to say shit to me. He was the last person in this world that should say shit to me, because my control was hanging on a very, very thin thread. One push will be all it’ll take for me to kill this bastard. He had no idea how much I was holding back right now. But that doesn't stop my nails from digging into his throat and drawing blood. That doesn't stop me from squeezing even harder. He choked, his eyes wide and red, and nobody moved or said a word to help. They all just stood still, watching.“You see that?” I said, pointing back at the room. “Do you feel the silence, Richard? The stillness? That won't change if I snap your neck. Nothing will change if I choose to kill you here and now.”“Because… I called… you for… what… you are?” he choked out with blood on his lips. “Because I called shit for what it was?”A laugh burst out of me, hollow and harsh. Oh, this guy really has a death wish, doesn’t he?Behind me, Sebastain shifted. “M-Mr. Hayes…”He was the on

Isabella has a fever…?“How bad is it?” I asked, standing so still, my chest the only part of me that was moving.“Bad, sir,” Sophia answered. “She hasn’t been able to get out of bed all day.”I was already moving towards her room, my pace hurried, my heart beating so loud that it was all I could hear. I knew we overdid it last night. We should have paced ourselves, taken it slow with her. She has only ever been with Richard, and taking two men at once? That must have been too much.Both my father and I were so caught up in our heads, in our competition, that we didn’t even see what we were doing to her. God, we were bastards. I took the stairs up to her room, already in the hallway, but then my father came out of nowhere, blocking my path. He stood in front of me with his hands folded at his front, his back straight. His hair was pulled back in a tight bun, sharpening his features, which looked dark. I knew what was coming, but I didn't have time for that right now. It could wait.

LEONARDOI stared at her, at how her eyelashes touched her cheekbones, at her parted lips that let out soft breaths. I stared at the sweat beading on her knitted eyebrows. She looked so fragile, like I could break her with one finger.Humans… they were such fragile beings, and yet they thought themselves superior when they were at the bottom of the food chain. When they were the weakest species. I kept staring at Isabella to see if I would feel anything. If I would feel sorry that we were the reason she was in this position. I felt nothing. Not even the tiniest bit. It seems my hate for humans still runs deep, and not even one intense night could change that. And besides, Alexander did this to her. Not me. He brought her into this house, so he was responsible. I turned and left the room, and Cordella was waiting by the door.“What is it?” I asked, annoyed when she followed. “I know he broke the codes,” she said. “But he already atoned for that with the lashes. Is that not enough?