All Chapters of My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ “I don't know where the hell you heard that crap about me murdering my own brothers, because that is not even remotely what happened,” I said, my voice cutting through his rage like a steel blade. “Whatever poisonous lies your mother whispered into your ears over the years, she was trying to manipulate you against me.” Nolan froze. A volatile mix of deep scepticism, confusion, and raw vulnerability flashed across his face. His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at me, desperately trying to see if I was bluffing. But his expression told me everything — he didn't believe a word I said. And honestly, given the dark rumours Victoria had spent his entire life feeding him, who could blame him? He let out a cold, humourless breath. “Let me ask you something, Dad...” “Go on,” I responded smoothly, casually crossing my arms over my chest and staring him down. “If your precious, darling wife Blair were ever caught in my mother's e

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ We had been travelling continuously around the ruined border villages, witnessing the devastation firsthand. It was deeply heartbreaking to see how much my people were suffering. The rogue attacks had left the entire region in ashes; everywhere we looked, homes were reduced to charred rubble, and the air was thick with the scent of smoke and grief. Some women were crying over the shallow graves of their husbands, while fathers sat in the dirt, clutching the burnt toys of the children they couldn't save. It was a painful, sobering sight, and each time I looked at a crying orphan, a wave of fury washed over me. Victoria deserved every single bit of the humiliation she got. By now, her walk of shame was over, and she had been thrown over the border walls into the lawless rogue territories. A part of me briefly wondered what those savage wolves would do to a stripped, defenceless former Luna, but I quickly pushed the thought aside because I didn't care. L

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ We walked into the small, rustic inn where we would be forced to spend the night until the unexpected massive rockslide that blocked the main mountain road out of town could be cleared by our guards. Sheila had seemingly overheard us discussing that we were trapped in the village, which was when she stepped forward and graciously offered her empty property for us to stay. The inn was old and weathered, with creaking wooden floorboards, a dim entryway lit by flickering candles, and the faint, heavy scent of pine and dust clinging to the walls. “My husband and I used to run this place together before he chose to leave it behind and join the vanguard to fight against the rogues,” Sheila said, her voice laced with a deep, aching sadness as she guided us down the narrow hallway. “I am so sorry for your loss, Sheila,” I said gently, trying to offer her comfort. “I miss them both so much it hurts,” she sobbed softly, her voice wavering as if the grief sat jus

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Later that afternoon, Ronan officially confirmed that the heavy machinery wouldn’t arrive in time, and we would definitely have to wait until tomorrow before the path was clear. Zayn decided to hold an urgent, closed-door strategic meeting with the village elders and the heads; he went ahead with Ronan to the village hall. Wanting to stay productive, I decided to head back down to the temporary medical clinic. “I am honestly so glad to see that the patients are healing as quickly as they are. The medical supplies you brought have sped up the entire recovery process,” Cora murmured as we slowly strolled together outside the perimeter of the treatment tents. The afternoon air was thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke. All around us, the village was a bustling hive of activity; guards paced the borders with sharp, alert eyes, while young wolves carried heavy wooden crates of food and clothing toward the temporary shelters. Rows of white canvas

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ “If you need anything else while the reconstruction is underway, you can reach out directly to my Beta,” I rumbled, gesturing toward Ronan as we finally reached the end of our gruelling, hours-long meeting. The village elders all nodded in unison, murmuring a chorus of respectful thanks. “Thank you so much for your boundless generosity, Alpha King,” the village leader, Michael, said with a greasy, overly eager smile. “Since we have successfully concluded our business for the evening, Alpha, why don't I invite you to a private game of cards? It would be an honour to host you.” The image of my beautiful Blair immediately flashed across my mind. I was about to refuse and head straight back to her, but Ronan leaned in and spoke before I could get a word out. “Mish stated that the Luna will be having dinner and spending the evening comforting the people at the shelter,” Ronan informed me quietly. I nodded slowly, realising Blair was occupied. Michael and