Semua Bab My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Bab 171 - Bab 180

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Nolan froze, staring at his father like a deer in headlights, his shoulders stiffening as his grip tightened around his fork, completely at a loss for words. Seeing him squirm under his father’s sharp gaze, I quickly jumped in to save him. Nolan’s silence stretched just a second too long, the weight of Zayn’s gaze pressing down on him. “Do you like the meal, Zayn?” I asked, leaning slightly across the table. Zayn turned his dark eyes toward me, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at his lips. He knew exactly what I was doing. Without a word, we locked eyes, a silent challenge passing between us — neither of us willing to look away. There was something deeper in his gaze now… not just amusement, but something darker. A warning. Or worse — interest. The tension stretched tight, humming between us. For a second too long, the rest of the room faded. It felt like a line had been drawn — one neither of us should cross, and yet neither of us stepped back from. B

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I decided to stand beside Zayn at the emergency Council assembly, determined to help draft the final strategy to counter the unified rogue horde and end this war once and for all. We had been locked in the stifling council chamber for over an hour, heated debates bouncing off the stone walls as we analysed troop deployments and defensive perimeters. I forced myself to focus on the shifting markers and outlined borders, but the weight of it all pressed heavily against my chest. These weren’t just strategies — they were lives. Every line drawn across that map meant blood would be spilt to defend it. “High Alpha, why don’t we execute a simultaneous counteroffensive across every compromised border?” one of the elder generals suggested, leaning over the strategic map. “We have enough elite warriors to fortify every breach point. The moment they attempt another coordinated attack, we ambush and slaughter them all on the spot.” Zayn gave a slow nod. “It is a

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The days that followed were an exhausting blur of preparation. Vanguard platoons had already begun marching toward the boundaries, and news soon reached us that a massive rogue raiding party had been intercepted at the eastern line. Our warriors had successfully eliminated the threat, but the victory came at a bitter cost — we lost several brave men in the brutal crossfire. Every wolf in the kingdom was giving their all to defend our land. But watching Zayn march out at the head of the war council was far more harrowing than any battle before. This time, he wasn't just defending our borders; he was plunging directly into the Land of the Banished, walking straight into the merciless core of enemy territory. “Has Papa left with Nolan and Ronan already?” Lucia asked quietly, her small fingers tightening around mine as we hurried down the stone corridors of the main keep, the chill of the stone seeping through the soles of our shoes as distant horns echoed

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Speak!” I shouted again, my voice cutting through the rising panic in the hall. The bloodied guard lifted a trembling, crimson-stained finger, pointing toward the entrance doors. “They are here... she’s here...” he sputtered, a dark surge of blood spilling from his lips before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed face-first onto the cold floor. The sound of his body hitting the ground cracked through the hall like a warning bell. Too late. Panic instantly erupted across the grand hall as she-wolves screamed. “Quiet! Please — quiet. You’ll alert the cubs.” I turned sharply to the remaining vanguard guards stationed inside. “Hold this line! Seal the doors — now! No one gets in. Protect them. I’ll hold them off.” Before I could head for the exit, Rhoda rushed forward, grabbing my hands in a tight, desperate grip. I squeezed her fingers, looking directly into her eyes. “Rhoda — listen. Lucia comes first. Don’t let anyone through. Not anyone.” She ga

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “I can't believe you, Victoria… though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you'd betray the very pack that raised you,” I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through my veins. “What pack are you talking about?!” she shrieked, letting out a wild, shrill laugh — a laugh so drenched in hollow bitterness that it sent a chill down my spine. “The pack that watched me get humiliated — dragged through the dirt and cast into the Land of the Banished?! After decades of devotion, they shunned me. I bled for them. Lived for them. Gave them everything!” “Think about Nolan!” I shouted. “Think about your own son!” “Every thing I do is for Nolan!” she screamed back, her eyes wide and unhinged. “Once the rogues lock Zayn in a cage, Nolan will finally step up and take the Alpha throne he rightfully deserves!” “Victoria, listen to yourself!” I pleaded, taking a half-step forward. “Whether you do this or not, Nolan’s future is secure! Zayn loves him —