Semua Bab My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Bab 61 - Bab 70

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I sat on the armchair in the living room, casually tracking the hands of the wall clock while keeping a sharp eye on the boy who was supposed to be my half-brother. Ryan was slouched on our sofa, looking incredibly smug. I didn't say a word; I was simply waiting for the exact moment Nolan’s car pulled into the driveway for the real show to begin. Sensing my gaze, Ryan glanced up from his phone and rolled his eyes at me. I completely ignored the disrespect. Right on cue, the chime of a text notification pinged from my phone. Ryan’s head snapped up at the sound, his greedy eyes instantly tracking my phone. I glanced at the message from Nolan — I'm in the driveway — and let out an exaggerated, theatrical groan. “Ugh, he’s already outside,” I complained loudly, tossing my phone onto the sofa. “My boyfriend is here. I guess I need to run to my room and quickly get ready. He really should have warned me before just showing up out of nowhere — I absolutely c

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The rough plaster of the wall bit into my back as he pinned me tightly against it. In the dim, humid light of the room, my eyes involuntarily locked onto his fully naked form. Heat and steam rose from his skin, making the water droplets glisten as they rolled down his chest. I immediately closed my eyes, trying to block out the sight, but a loud, smug laugh bounced off the tiled walls, filling the small space. I forced my breathing to stay slow and even, my fingers curling slightly at my sides as I schooled my expression into something unreadable. “What’s the matter, Blair? Have you never seen a dick before?” Nolan mocked, “Oh, that's right... you haven't. Or is it just that you've never seen one this big, babe?” His gaze lingered on my face, like he was searching for something — validation, maybe — and not quite finding it. Before I could pull away, his hand shot out, wrapping tightly around my wrist and forcing my fingers down until they brushed aga

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Zayn untied the remaining ropes from my ankles and wrists, pulling me up from the chair. Together, we walked down to the very edge of the pier, stepping close to the shoreline. The lake stretched endlessly beneath the midnight sky, its dark, glassy surface reflecting the brilliant full moon above like a flawless mirror. Every ripple shattered the silver light into thousands of glittering diamonds, while the cool, crisp breeze carried the clean scent of damp earth and pine, washing away the lingering heat of our shared madness. Zayn stood beside me for a moment, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the pebbles before he lowered his piercing gaze. “So,” he murmured, “I am listening.” I tilted my head up, looking into the eyes of the man who held my entire world in his hands. “You really don't trust me at all, do you?” I asked softly. Instead of answering outright, Zayn closed the small distance between us. He stepped directly behind me, his b

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The wedding prep was moving at an excruciating speed. Over the past week, we had been dragged through a relentless parade of excess — multi-tiered cake tastings, rich with fondant and cream… exquisite wines pulled from centuries-old cellars… elaborate floral consultations… endless debates over silk linens and gold-embossed dinnerware. Each event blurred into the next, indistinguishable and overwhelming — every single one tightening the noose around my throat. And every single detail was being ruthlessly dictated and taken care of by Victoria. All I could do was follow her around from venue to venue like a mindless, submissive puppet. Yet, beneath my forced smiles, a silent hope kept repeating in my chest. I trust Zayn. I have to trust that he is doing something behind the scenes to destroy all of this. But the whispering doubt in my mind was getting harder to ignore. Can I truly trust him to stop this? He had never once questioned me about the w

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ What shattered my heart into irreparable, unfixable pieces was hearing the casual announcement from Nolan’s lips: Zayn had traveled. The Alpha had fucking fled the territory, leaving me entirely behind to drown in this nightmare alone. Every single nerve in my body screamed to call him — to dial his number until he answered, just so I could scream into the phone and call him the pathetic coward he truly was when it came to love. I wanted to demand answers. I wanted to look him in the eyes and ask why he was completely abandoning me to this fate. Did he honestly want me to marry his own son? I had foolishly believed he cared about me. I had trusted his possessive touch, his dark promises, and his low whispers, completely oblivious to the fact that he was just making me fall hopelessly, mindlessly in love with him. And that was the most devastating part. I was in love with him. I loved him so deeply, so recklessly, that I had actually envisioned a lifetim