《My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Zayn… what are you doing?” I hissed, my voice barely a whisper as the cool marble of the sink bit into my skin. “I told you. I’m going to take care of you,” he said quietly, his presence thinning the air in the room. “We can't do this. You are my fiancé’s father… and my parents are right out there,” I pleaded, though my hands were already gripping his shoulders. “Can we, for just a second, take off the masks?” he asked, his dark eyes locked onto mine, holding my gaze captive. “Forget the world is out there. Forget the titles. It’s just us, Blair. Just like that night.” He didn't wait for an answer. He bunched up the silk of my red dress, piling it around my waist until I was exposed to the chilled air. He leaned in, his breath a hot brand against my ear. “I have to confess, you look so good in this dress. Maybe I should buy you dozens more... or should I just send a few more diamond necklaces to buy your mother’s permanent silence?” He pulled back,

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅Nolan bit his bottom lip, a dark, disbelieving chuckle escaping him. He looked at me with a mix of amusement and annoyance, as if he were waiting for me to yell, “Just kidding.”“You’re not serious, are you?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave. “You actually want me to get on my knees?”“Do I look like I’m joking, Nolan?” I countered, my voice flat and cold. “Think of it as a small price to pay—a tiny bit of repentance for every ounce of pain you’ve put me through since you stepped foot back.”We stared at each other, locked in a silent battle of wills. I watched him closely, waiting for him to realize that the poor, weak, stupid Blair who used to chase his tail was dead. If he thought I was going to blink first, he was dead wrong. I was done being his doormat. I was done being the girl who begged for crumbs of his attention.The heavy silence was shattered by the sound of firm, rhythmic footsteps. We both turned as Zayn stepped into the room, his phone

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ I hadn’t slept. Blair had taken over my mind like a fever I had no desire to break. The memory of her taste was divine—a haunting sweetness that lingered on my tongue. I had kept her lace panties, tucked safely in the inner pocket of my jacket—a lacy trophy of the moment she truly became mine. I found myself reaching for them, feeling the delicate fabric between my fingers, just to remind myself she was real. That morning, Nolan mentioned they were heading to the country club. He didn’t have to say it; I knew they were going for golf. My files on Blair Rose were thorough. She had been a star player in high school — a natural athlete with a precision that was terrifyingly beautiful. Her parents, however, were oblivious. They had spent her life grooming her to be a perfect woman for the highest bidder, ignoring her actual talents in favor of shaping her into a submissive prize. They had bid her off well enough to my son. They bid well, but the problem

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Zayn moved away from me with the fluidity of a shadow just as Nolan stepped fully into the room. I frantically straightened the hem of my dress, my heart thundering against the wall of my chest so loudly I was sure they could both hear it. “Blair…?” Nolan stopped dead, his eyes wide with surprise. He looked between me and his father, confusion flickering across his face as he tried to process why his virtuous fiancée was alone in a locked boardroom with the Alpha King. “Yeah. You finally remembered me, Nolan? Your fiancée?” I asked, forcing a quick, tight smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Zayn didn’t look flustered at all. He simply leaned against the edge of the massive mahogany table, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he watched us both with a terrifyingly calm gaze. “Now that you’re here, Nolan, I’ve made a decision. We are firing Seraphina. Today.” “No!” Nolan blurted, the word escaping him before he could think. He caught himself, clearing

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I hadn’t seen Zayn or Nolan in over a week. I had retreated into the sanctuary of my room, locking the door and refusing to face an increasingly suffocating world. My mother had spent the entire time hovering outside, badgering me to spend more time with Nolan, but I was a woman divided. My heart was pulling me toward a man I could never truly have—a man for whom I was likely nothing more than a secret he only touched in the dark—something reckless, something he would never choose in the light of his real world. And I knew that if I went through with this marriage to Nolan, my life would be over. It would be a slow death of humiliation and infidelity. But the alternative was like stepping off a cliff into absolute darkness, with no idea what waited below. The silence was shattered when my door burst open. My mother marched in, clutching a heavy black envelope embossed with the Trifang symbol and the Alpha’s personal wax seal. The Alpha acceptance stamp