Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I woke up the next morning, letting out a long, slow stretch beneath the warm duvet. Even before I opened my eyes, the rich, intoxicating scent of spice told me exactly what I needed to know — Zayn was still in the bedroom. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just breathed him in — warm spice, power, and something that was uniquely his. It grounded me in a way nothing else ever could. When I finally blinked the sleep away, I saw him walking toward the edge of the mattress, his broad shoulders squared as he casually adjusted the cufflinks on his sleeve, already fully dressed and ready to face the kingdom. Even dressed for court, he carried the weight of command effortlessly. It clung to him like a second skin — impossible to ignore, impossible to escape. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I immediately slid across the sheets, leaning my body toward his heat as a soft, sleepy groan escaped my lips. “I don't want you to go,” I murmured, my voice thick w

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅​I walked into my office and locked eyes on the elderly woman sitting on the velvet sofa. The moment she saw me enter, she stood up, her frail body trembling slightly as she stared at my face with a look of haunting recognition.“You look just like Lucia. I can see her in you,” she whispered, her voice cracking with age.My jaw tightened, my alpha instantly bristling. “Lucia...? How do you know my mother’s name?” I asked, my voice dropping into a controlled, dangerous calm. I knew she couldn't possibly be talking about my daughter, whom she had never met.“How do you think I know your mother?” she countered, her wise, weathered eyes holding my fierce gaze without a hint of fear.That alone unsettled me. Most people lowered their eyes when I looked at them like that.“I don't know,” I muttered, walking over to my desk and sitting down. “Maybe because she was the late Luna of this very pack. Her name is etched into our history books.”A sad, knowing smile t

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I sat on the velvet armchair in our private lounge, my mind racing as I finalized the blueprints for the Luna Council. I had already drafted the formal invitations for the wives of the High Council, the wives of the elders. Now, all that was left was to dispatch them and see who actually possessed the courage — or the political audacity — to show up. I just hoped everything would go according to plan. I needed to build a fortress of female loyalty around this empire — not just for myself, but to safeguard my daughter's future. “Mama...!” Lucia’s sweet voice echoed down the short hallway as she pushed open the lounge door. “Hey, my sweet girl,” I smiled warmly, looking up — only to freeze when I saw who was walking right behind her. An elderly woman stepped into the room, her hand resting gently on Lucia's small shoulder. Despite her advanced age and the deep lines carved into her face, she possessed an undeniable beauty — a quiet elegance that seeme

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I walked a few paces behind them, my heart blooming with an indescribable, soothing warmth as Lucia practically dragged Elaine down the hallway toward the grand dining room for dinner. Watching my daughter giggle and bond so effortlessly with her mysterious great-grandmother brought a beautiful light into the house. We all gathered around the dining table, taking our seats. My gaze instinctively drifted toward the head of the table. Zayn’s silver plate, crystal glass, and napkin were pristine and perfectly laid out. A familiar, nervous flutter settled in my chest. I just hope he actually makes it tonight too… “He will come,” Elaine and Lucia chimed in unison. I blinked, looking between them before we all burst into laughter, the identical certainty in their voices was impossible to ignore. “Well, if both of my psychics say so, then I believe you,” I giggled, reaching up to softly wipe a stray tear of laughter from the corner of my eye. “Nana… h

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ After dinner, we retreated to the private lounge, settling onto the sofas after Rhoda led a yawning Lucia off to her bedroom. I couldn’t shake the cold knot of anxiety tightening in my chest over what my daughter had said at the dining table. Lucia had looked so certain — too certain for a child. That quiet, knowing look in her eyes had unsettled me more than her words ever could. And I knew my girl — she never spoke without reason, and her rare instincts had never once been wrong. Zayn’s eyes locked onto Elaine’s. “Elaine... are you really who I think you are?” “You should always trust whatever your primal instincts tell you, High Alpha,” she answered calmly, taking a slow sip of her tea. Zayn’s head snapped toward me, his brow furrowed. “Did you know about all of this, Blair?” “That she’s your grandmother? Or that your late mother was a forbidden wolf?” I replied softly. His eyes widened in shock. “How do you know that?” He leaned back, runnin