《My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ Blair had completely rewritten my world.Wrapped in her arms, she made me forget the crushing weight of the crown. The return of my ex-wife, my son’s pathetic delusions, the endless political warfare — none of it mattered beside her. For the first time in years, even the beast inside me was quiet. Or maybe it had only been waiting — watching — biding its time for a reason to wake again. But reality demanded its due. I descended the steps into the deep, soundproofed underbelly of the house, the heavy scent of metallic blood filling the air. My peace vanished, instantly replaced by the cold, ruthless instinct of the Alpha. Blaire’s laughter lingered somewhere in the back of my mind — soft, warm, untouched by this world. It didn’t belong here. I entered the room. There, securely hooked to the reinforced brick wall by heavy iron chains, was Owen’s loyal pet — the bastard who had cornered Blair. The moment his bloodshot eyes landed on me, he began to

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I had slipped down intending to give Zayn the ultimate surprise. I knew exactly how exhausting his morning must have been, so I had deliberately put on a scandalously short, tight dress — and left my panties completely behind in his room. I smiled to myself, fondly remembering the raw, desperate sex we had shared against the wood of his office desk just days ago. I was ready to drive him completely insane. But as I reached the threshold of his office, I realized a far bigger surprise was already waiting for me. The door was slightly ajar. I stood silently in the shadow of the corridor, my eyes widening as I watched Meerah and Victoria practically flying at each other’s throats. Just past them, sitting behind his massive desk, was Zayn. He looked bored, leaning back in his leather chair with his chin resting on his hand, staring at the two bickering women as though they were nothing more than background noise. “Do you honestly think you have any right

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Go on,” I dared him. “See what happens.” Nolan went quiet, his throat bobbing as he swallowed his pride. I let a victorious, satisfied smile curl onto my lips. Right on cue, the sharp click of Victoria’s designer heels echoed down the corridor, signaling the end of our brief window of privacy. ​I turned my head toward the archway just as she walked back into the parlor, clutching her luxury leather handbag tightly against her side. ​“I have to step out for a brief moment,” she announced, a subtle tension tightening the lines around her eyes despite her poised expression. ​Nolan’s protective instincts immediately flared. He stepped away from me, turning to his mother with a frown. “Where are you going, Mom?” ​“The council elders are requesting my presence immediately,” she sighed, adjusting the strap of her bag. “I have to go meet with them.” ​“Is everything okay? Will you be alright, or should I inform Dad?” Nolan asked, a sudden wave of anxiet

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I finally decided to leave the pack house and return to our apartment. I had been missing my mother terribly, and the oppressive atmosphere of the family was starting to weigh on me… except Zayn. The moment I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, the quietness of the house settled over me. I didn't see her in the living room, but a second later, the familiar, comforting aroma of her signature recipe hit my nose. I smiled, assuming she was in the kitchen, and walked toward it. But the moment I stepped through the archway, my heart dropped into my stomach. My mother was sitting directly on the floor, her back propped weakly against the lower cabinets. She was staring blankly at the wall, a wooden mixing spoon loosely gripped in her trembling hand as a silent, endless stream of tears flowed down her pale cheeks. A faint, uneven hitch in her breathing was the only sound in the room. “Mom!” I rushed over to her, dropping to my knees. The sweet aroma o

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The moment the front door of our apartment clicked shut, Mum turned to face me. Her composed restraint dropped entirely, replaced by raw, trembling maternal fury. “I cannot begin to believe the nerve of that arrogant woman!” she hissed, her chest heaving as she threw her handbag onto the entryway counter. “Treating you like some prize breeding stock to secure her family's legacy! Blair, you are absolutely not going to marry into that family if your life is going to be made a living hell.” “Mom, you really need to relax,” I sighed softly, locking the deadbolt behind us. “How on earth can I relax?” she countered, throwing her hand in the air. “If you hadn't actively stopped me under that table, I swear I would have—” I couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, the exhaustion of the lunch melting away at her protectiveness. “What exactly would you have done, Mom?” “She is no longer the reigning Luna of this pack — the council stripped her title, didn’t the