Semua Bab My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Bab 161 - Bab 170

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Why are you frantically looking for Lucia at this hour, Nolan?” I asked, my motherly instincts flaring in alarm. “She made a painting...” Elaine spoke up quietly from the armchair, her eyes narrowing as if she had already pieced everything together. “Yeah... a very — let’s just say — unsettling painting,” Nolan panted. “One I didn’t even pay attention to until twenty minutes ago. But something in my gut is telling me there’s a story hidden behind it.” A heavy silence fell over the lounge. Nolan’s eyes suddenly drifted away from me and locked onto Elaine. He blinked, a flicker of unease crossing his face as he stared at her — like he was noticing her presence for the first time — taking in her strange, almost intimidatingly majestic posture. “Wait... who are you?” he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. “That is a very long story, Alpha hier,” Elaine answered calmly, taking another slow sip of her tea. Before Nolan could question her further, Rhod

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Every pair of eyes in the room locked onto Lucia, the air thickening as we waited for her to say something — anything that could give us a thread of truth to untangle this deadly web. “She was just mean,” Lucia murmured, her voice small as her toes rubbed nervously against each other in her flip-flops. She peeked up at Zayn for a brief second before lowering her gaze again. “She told me to go away because you were too busy for me, Papa…” Her fingers curled into his shirt as she leaned closer. “That’s all.” Her words struck me like a blade to the chest. My breath hitched, my fingers instinctively curling into the fabric of my dress as a fierce wave of protectiveness surged through me. Beside me, Zayn’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, his arm instinctively pulling Lucia closer against him as if shielding her from even the memory of it. “Are you completely sure that’s all she said, princess?” Nolan pressed, his face tight with anxiety. She hesitated

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Our clothes had already been discarded somewhere on the bedroom floor, forgotten in the quiet warmth of the room, as Zayn drew me into another slow, claiming kiss — this one lingering, like he was savouring the moment before everything else took over. My fingers dug fiercely into the hard muscles of his back, tracing the heated lines of his spine as he positioned himself against my entrance. He brushed against my aching, sensitive core, deliberately teasing me, and a breathless, helpless whimper escaped my lips.For a fleeting second, I remembered who he was beyond this room — an Alpha, a man the entire kingdom bowed to. And yet here, with me, he felt only like Zayn “Tell me you want me, Rose,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough but controlled, like he was holding something far more dangerous beneath the surface. “Not as your Alpha. As yours.” “I want you,” I breathed, my voice shaking despite myself. “—just you. Zayn… please.” For a moment,

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ I walked back into my office after a blood-boiling High Council session. For several long hours, they had squabbled like scavengers over what to do with Sheila. Because she was a high-ranking she-wolf, several of the older councilmen begged for leniency — suggesting banishment as a rogue or life imprisonment to avoid provoking the old northerners. I had sat back quietly, allowing them to gamble with their pathetic theories and political compromises. Their voices blurred into noise — fear dressed up as strategy, weakness disguised as diplomacy. They were not thinking like wolves. They were thinking like prey. But once I had heard enough of their cowardly spinelessness, I slammed my hand on the council table and issued my decree. The sound echoed like a gunshot through the chamber, silencing every voice instantly. Not one of them dared to meet my eyes after that. Sheila’s treason against the crown and her aim on my Luna’s life carried only one puni

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I examined the paintings lining the bright hallway, scanning each brushstroke, shadow, and color gradient with a critical eye. Nothing stood out — nothing unusual, nothing hidden. Nolan had been right.The polished floors reflected too much light, making everything feel exposed — like there was nowhere for secrets to hide. But the unease in my gut refused to settle.It pressed heavier with every step, tightening in a way I’d learned not to ignore. It lingered, sharp and insistent, whispering that I was missing something. My instincts were practically screaming that another storm was brewing on the horizon — even if the evidence hadn’t surfaced yet.And experience had taught me that by the time it did, it was usually too late. The hallway suddenly felt too quiet — too still — like the calm before something snapped. “Hey, Blair...” Nolan’s tense voice interrupted my thoughts as he walked down the hallway toward me. “What are we supposed to do about this