Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ “I am asking you a damn question, Sheila... answer me!” I roared, the sound echoing like thunder inside the enclosed tent. “You... you saw what she was about to do!” Sheila choked out, her fingers clawing weakly at my wrist. “She was about to draw her sword... she was trying to kill you, Zayn!” “You and I both know that she wouldn't have been able to scratch me, let alone kill me,” I snapped, my hold constricting around her throat, cutting off her breath until her heels barely touched the ground. “Zayn... please, calm down, okay?” she gasped, her lips twitching into the faintest, almost imperceptible smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I am sorry... but it's already done. It was just my pure killer instinct... it took over and I didn't think. Please, let me go... you know you desperately need me for what's coming.” I stared into her eyes, noting how she held my gaze a second too long — too steady for someone truly afraid — seeing right through the des

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Yeah... Luciana was their half-aunt,” Mum confirmed, her voice dropping to a secretive whisper in the quiet hospital room. “So… the former Alpha King married Luciana,” Mom said quietly. “Not long after, she gave birth to Zayn. He was just a child when they forced the Alpha title onto him. It should have been Sean. He was next in line.” I leaned back against my pillows, captivated by the dark history of the family. “What exactly happened back then to tear them apart?” “You know how it is when brothers fight over a throne,” she sighed, her eyes filled with sorrow. “Earl believed the throne should have been his… so he had Sean killed. When Zayn found out what Earl had done to the brother he loved, he snapped. He lost total control of his abilities, marched in and ripped Earl apart in a second.” She sharply snapped her fingers to emphasize. A cold weight settled in my chest. “And nobody in the high council dared to blame him,” Mum continued softly. “Becau

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Few Years Later ⋅ ⋅ ​“Lucia... sweetie,” I called out as I stepped into the grand painting studio. I leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I watched my daughter. She stood on a small step stool in front of a towering canvas, completely lost in her own world. Her tiny hands were smudged with paint as she added the finishing touches to an abstract piece. To anyone who didn’t understand art, it might have looked like a chaotic whirlwind of stormy midnight-blue swirls clashing with bright, explosive slashes of shimmering gold. But to me, it was mesmerizing — a visual representation of raw, untamed emotion, a beautiful storm captured on canvas. The moment Zayn realized our daughter had inherited his — and his late mother’s — extraordinary artistic soul, his hardened heart had melted. Without a second thought, he decided to share his studio with her, transforming it into a creative sanctuary just for the two of them. Lucia

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅“Here's your favorite, sweetie…,” Rhoda said warmly, placing a steaming plate of honey-glazed chicken in front of Lucia at the dining table.I barely heard her. My eyes were glued to the head of the table, staring at Zayn’s empty chair. His polished silver plate and heavy crystal glass were perfectly arranged, sitting there like a cruel joke.But he wasn’t here.I hated seeing his place set for dinner only for him to never show up. Every time it happened, a small piece of my heart chipped away, I found myself staring at that empty seat a little longer, as if waiting could somehow make him appear.I constantly forced myself to believe the logical excuses — telling myself over and over that he was just buried in pack work, trying to drown out the poisonous, mocking whispers circulating through the pack house. About how an Alpha like Zayn might need more than one Luna to secure the future.I tried to convince myself he was simply being the Alpha he had to be,

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Sheila... what are you doing here?” Zayn asked, his deep voice immediately dropping into a cold, flat rumble that pulled the warmth straight out of the room. “Well, the thing is, my car refused to start,” she said, smoothing down the file in her hand as she offered a tight, practiced smile. “So, I thought, why not just walk over?” “I can call Ronan right now to have a vehicle sent up for you,” Zayn countered smoothly, his eyes unreadable. “No!” she said, the word slipping out far too quickly. She caught herself, softening her tone into a sweet, pleading purr. “I mean... I am honestly kind of hungry after our long day. I was hoping I could just have a little something to eat before I head out. I hope you don't mind.” Why is this woman so shameless? I thought, my jaw tightening as I stared at her. She had uninvitedly marched right into our private family sanctuary, ignoring the sacred boundary of our home. Before I could even open my mouth to put h