Chapter 171: Silence Before the Answer

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Rhoda arrived at the exact right moment with the pack guards, delivering the warmers right on schedule. Together, we set the dining table, arranging the silver platters, crystal glassware, and roasted dishes until it mirrored our formal dining setup at the Pack house — only in a completely new environment: Nolan’s apartment. I glanced over at Nolan, kneeling on the living room rug as he swooped a toy plane through the air while Lucia giggled and reached for it. Despite his smile, I could still sense the sadness lingering beneath it. Despite the playful smile on his face, I could still sense the quiet sadness and restless ache lingering in his aura.It brushed faintly against my senses — dull, restrained, but there. Watching them, my chest warmed with relief. He wasn’t going to carry his heartbreak alone anymore — we were all here. The sharp chime of the doorbell rang through the apartment. Rhoda immediately wiped her hands and walked over, opening th

Chapter 172: Something Wicked Stirs

⋅ ⋅ ❦ 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

Chapter 173: The Closing Circle

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The days that followed were suffocating, each breath heavy with dread. Night after night, the same relentless nightmares haunted my sleep, accompanied by a nagging dread that something terrible was hurtling straight toward us. But how was I supposed to prevent a disaster I couldn't even name? Then, the storm finally hit. Terrified reports began flooding into the pack house from every surrounding border. Messengers stumbled through the gates covered in soot and blood, some barely able to speak before collapsing where they stood. Entire outer villages were being laid to waste, innocent lives lost, and black smoke billowed into the sky as ash rained down across the kingdom. The wind carried the distant echoes of screams, faint but unmistakable, as if the kingdom itself was crying out in agony. The rogues had launched another massive, coordinated assault. “How the hell did this happen so fast?!” Zayn’s deep, furious roar echoed from inside his of

Chapter 174: I Will Stand and Fight

⋅ ⋅ ❦ 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

Chapter 175: Before the War Takes Us

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ After a long dinner, where Ronan and Elaine joined us to discuss the impending war while Nolan listened, occasionally offering his input, Zayn and I finally retreated to our bedroom. He remained unnaturally quiet, not uttering a word — not even as we stood under the long, steaming shower together. The water fell over us, but the tension in the air clung heavier than the steam, thick with everything he refused to say. His silence pressed in on me, louder than any words. I found myself watching him — waiting — for something, anything, but he never looked at me, never reached for me the way he always did. And somehow, that hurt more than if he had argued. Seeing him so withdrawn unravelled my stubborn resolve. I loved him enough to yield if it meant lifting the weight pressing on his heart. Was his silent withdrawal really just his way of silently begging me to stay safe? When we stepped back into the bedroom, Zayn sat on the edge of the bed, a dark t

All Chapters of My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Chapter 171 - Chapter 175

Chapter 171: Silence Before the Answer

Chapter 172: Something Wicked Stirs

Chapter 173: The Closing Circle

Chapter 174: I Will Stand and Fight

Chapter 175: Before the War Takes Us