Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “That is not happening, Blair,” Zayn stated, his voice instantly dropping into a firm tone that brooked zero room for argument. “Why not?” I fired back, defying his gaze. “Or is it that you don’t trust me to handle myself out there?” I challenged, my voice sharper now. “Sheila is marching straight out to the borders with you, isn't she? So why can't I be right there by your side? I am not as fragile as you keep treating me, Zayn.” Zayn sighed heavily, looking at me with a mixture of deep adoration and the exasperation he usually reserved for a deeply stubborn child. “Blair... have you completely forgotten that you are carrying my child? You are pregnant with the heir,” he reasoned, his hands coming up to gently frame my face. “And I have already made my final decision. The moment we set out for the borders, you are not even staying here at the main house. Meera knows exactly where to strike to hurt me the most. She might be inexperienced in warfare, but

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ Watching the vehicle carry Blair away from the house had been a torture, but the moment the taillights disappeared, I forced my mind to lock onto the harsh reality at hand. But her face flickered uninvited through my mind — her eyes, the way she had looked back. My jaw tightened, and I crushed the thought before it could take root.Distraction was a weakness I could not afford.I had to concentrate on what lay ahead. We marched our vanguard toward the border, setting up a heavily fortified war camp right on the edge of the neutral trenches. The perimeter was lined with razor wire, cloaked in high-grade military jammer fields that suppressed all unauthorized signals, and packed with hundreds of my most elite, bloodthirsty warriors waiting for my command to rip the North apart. Every single one of them was watching me — waiting for the signal that would decide whether they lived or died. I did not intend to fail them. Stepping into the command tent,

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ It had been hours since I gave birth to my daughter, and the harrowing, excruciating experience had left me broken. For a while, I wasn’t even sure if I was still in my body. Everything felt distant — like I was floating somewhere just above the pain, barely tethered to reality Laboring while carrying an Alpha’s child had been a living hell; every contraction felt like my body was tearing apart until I was screaming for mercy. Now, even though it was finally over, my body was still in a state of immense, throbbing pain. Every muscle ached, my lower abdomen felt hollow and raw, and an exhaustion settled into my limbs, making even breathing feel like work. I lay still on the hospital bed, staring blankly up at the white ceiling as the silence of the room swallowed me whole. My mind immediately drifted to Zayn. I wondered where he was at this exact moment… if he was bleeding in a trench, or if he was slaughtering his way through the Northern gates. Wh

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ I stood on a reinforced wooden crate in front of the main command tent, the freezing winter wind whipping my leather coat around my shins as I stared down at the small, fierce handful of warriors left. They looked exhausted, their faces hardened by months of isolation, but the moment I stepped forward, their eyes locked onto mine with a steady, unbreakable loyalty. “Listen to me!” my voice boomed through the clearing, carrying the full, crushing weight of my alpha command. “The North thinks we are weak! Meera thinks our pack has abandoned us, that our lines have shattered, and that she can march and slaughter us and our families! But she is a fool! Today, we don’t just defend a border — we erase it! Today, we march into their lands, we tear down their corrupt throne, and we claim the entire North under the Trifang banner! Leave no room for mercy, leave no room for doubt! Fight for your families, fight for your Luna, and follow me into the slaughter!”

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ Meera was buried with the sacred, ancient traditions reserved strictly for Northern royalty, laid to rest beside her ancestors in the sprawling ancestral pack crypt. The air was thick with the scent of pine ash and moon-oil, the low, haunting howls of the Northern pack echoing into the night as her body was returned to the earth. Her death carved something raw and irreversible into my chest. As I carried her bloodied body across the Northern borderline, an unstoppable tidal wave of our shared memories flooded my mind. How did it ever come to this? How did the sweet girl I used to protect become someone I had to destroy? And more importantly… what secret was she harboring at the end? What child was she talking about? The mere thought of a hidden bloodline sent a cold shiver down my spine. If she had truly birthed my child in secret after our fallout, where were they hiding? Who was protecting the secret child? And worse… what if they had already bee