《My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅The sound of another pair of boots approached the doorway. I forced myself to lift my chin, my eyes widening as Ronan walked calmly into the restroom, entirely unfazed by the unconscious Alpha on the floor.“Take him out through the service exit and load him into the van,” Ronan instructed the three men. “Secure the restraints. I’ll meet you there in a few minutes.”The men lifted Owen’s heavy frame with ease, slipping out of the room like ghosts. I didn’t know what kind of synthetic wolfbane they had used to bring down a Alpha so easily — and frankly, I didn’t want to know.Some secrets were better left in the dark.“Miss Blair, are you alright?” Ronan asked, stepping forward.He stopped a few feet away, deliberately leaving a respectful amount of space between us so as not to crowd me.I took a long, shuddering breath, using the back of my hand to wipe the cold sweat from my forehead. I forced a firm nod.“This was a setup, wasn’t it?” I asked, my voice fi

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I woke up stretched across the soft expanse of Zayn’s massive bed, my entire body gloriously sore from a night of absolute, unbridled passion. We had made love throughout the dark hours, consuming each other until dawn broke. Slipping out from beneath the duvet, I stood before the mirror, my breath catching slightly as I counted the dark, beautiful love bites marking my skin — possessive stamps left by Zayn. A soft smile tugged at my lips as I pulled on a plush silk robe, tying it tightly around my waist before stepping out into the private wing. As I neared the heavy double doors of Zayn's study, the muted sound of deep voices stopped me in my tracks. “Everything is taken care of,” Ronan’s voice filtered through the wood. “The border teams moved silently. I am certain he has woken up in his own bed by now.” “Good,” Zayn replied. “With the sudden political fires currently erupting across the north, there is no way Owen will find the time or the resour

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ What the hell was actually going on right now? More importantly, what kind of bloody disaster was about to erupt in this room? Victoria’s expression shifted instantly into a warm, practised society smile. She stepped forward and gently clasped my hands in hers, her heavily ringed fingers swallowing mine completely. “Oh, you are absolutely beautiful,” she gushed. “My name is Victoria, darling. And please, just forget about whatever little spat happened earlier between his father and me. After all, what married couples don't have their share of problems, right?” She let out a light, airy chuckle that felt entirely fake. Before I could fully register the fact that she was referring to a fifteen-year toxic divorce as a simple married couple’s problem, her eyes shifted back to Nolan. “You both will be married very soon… next month, in fact. Once the ceremony is over, you will understand exactly what I mean about marriage problems.” “We get it, Mom,” Nola

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The car glided to a halt in front of the city’s most exclusive, starred restaurant. We were escorted to a private, dimly lit alcove overlooking the city lights. Nolan immediately stepped forward, playing the part of the perfect, attentive gentleman as he carefully pulled out his mother’s seat. Victoria smoothed her dress and sat down with flawless poise. Instead of seating myself, I stood perfectly still, crossing my arms and fixing a pointed, expectant look directly on Nolan. I deliberately waited, forcing him to acknowledge his duties in front of his mother. Realizing he was being tested, Nolan’s cheeks flushed slightly. He quickly scrambled around the table, clearing his throat as he awkwardly pulled out my chair, his grip tightening on the wood. I slid into the seat with cool, regal grace, giving him a look that told him exactly who was in control of this farce. “You can order absolutely anything you want darling,” Victoria said, opening her menu

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Zayn turned his head toward the door, and that was when he finally noticed me standing there. He reached up and pulled a pair of wireless earbuds from his ears — which explained why he hadn’t heard me enter the studio, especially with how silently I had stepped inside. “You’re back already?” he asked, setting his brush down on the ledge of the easel. A sharp, unexpected pang of hurt pricked my chest at his words. Already? Did he not want me back? Was he not counting the minutes like he promised? Before the doubt could spiral or a bitter retort could leave my lips, Zayn caught the change in my expression and stepped toward me, his features softening. “That’s not what I meant, little Rose,” he murmured, his deep voice instantly soothing my insecurity. “I’m thrilled you’re back so soon. I’m just completely surprised that Victoria and Emeralda actually let you out of their clutches this early.” I stepped deeper into the warmth of the studio, walking toward