All Chapters of My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅“Blair, why won't you just talk to me?” Zayn asked, his footsteps following closely behind me as we slammed the double doors to our bedroom shut.“Because I don't want to talk to you right now, Zayn,” I said, not even turning around to look at him.“Why?” he pressed.“Really... you're asking me why?” I spun around, completely stunned by his cluelessness. I reached down and unbuckled my towering designer heels, tearing them off my feet before they could completely ruin my swollen ankles. The tight satin straps had been digging viciously into my skin all night, leaving angry red marks around them. “Well, because I am furious with you, Zayn!”“Is this because of Meera?” he asked, taking a step toward me.“No... I don't give a single damn about Meera!” I shouted, my frustration boiling over. “But I cannot believe you left me to face the pack all by myself. And to add to the humiliation, you went and picked her up. You walked into that ballroom with her on your a

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ I stood perfectly still in the shadows, listening to the office door opening. I had been waiting for her to come here all night because I knew she would. She desperately wanted to know what new strategy I had devised against the rogues, eager to share it with her allies. The beam of her phone’s flashlight swept across the loose papers on my desk. I watched her flip through them in the dark, naively thinking she was going to find my new plan.Then I heard her let out a frustrated groan when she couldn’t find a single useful thing. That was her cue. As she turned around to leave, she slammed right into my chest. I saw the exact moment the soul seemed to leave her body when she realised I was standing right in front of her. I reached over and flicked the overhead lights on, blinding her. “You know, you really need to learn how to dig deeper than that, Victoria,” I said, my voice dangerously calm. For a fleeting second, something colder than anger flicke

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Dad… what are you doing here?” I asked in shock. In that split second, I totally forgot that I had sworn I would never call him my father again. But the truth was, no matter how much pain he caused, the man would always hold a complicated place inside me. I hated that part of me. Hated that it still reacted to him at all. “Blair, how are you, sweetheart?” he asked casually, stepping right past me into the house as if he hadn't abandoned us. “Get the fuck out of my house, Bryce!” my mother shouted, her voice unsteady as she shot to her feet, her finger pointing toward the open front door. Bryce stopped, an offended, surprised expression crossing his face as if he genuinely took us for idiots. “Really? Are you both seriously sending me out into the street?” “Yes,” my mother and I replied in perfect, freezing unison. “Just remember, I also hold a legal share in this house,” Bryce sneered, his tone turning defensive. “I only stay away from this place fo

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “I really enjoyed my dinner, mother-in-law. You are such an exceptional cook,” Zayn said, setting his fork down and offering her a smile. “Oh, please do not flatter me, Alpha,” Mum said, blushing slightly. “There should be no formalities between us. I've insisted before — you really should call me Zayn,” he gently pushed again. “I am sorry, Alpha Zayn, but I simply wouldn’t dare to drop your title so easily,” Mum said with a respectful chuckle. “An Alpha King will always be an Alpha King, no matter who he marries.” I sat back, watching the two of them exchange words with a soft, warm smile stretching across my face. Seeing my husband blend so effortlessly into my mother's quiet world was a sight I never thought I’d see. Zayn parted his lips, about to say something else — undoubtedly to stubbornly insist she drop the titles — but Mum stood up from her chair and started stacking our empty plates together. “I will leave the two of you alone to rest for t

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅I was sitting quietly in the living room, scrolling through my social feeds. The internet was completely blowing up. Every pack forum and platform was full of breaking news about Victoria's shocking deceit, alongside vicious gossip questioning whether Nolan had been in on the treason all along.The entire territory was in chaos online.A quiet movement drew my attention as one of the maids walked in, gently placing a glass bowl filled with freshly sliced fruits on the centre table for me.“What exactly is that bell for?” I asked her, tilting my head. I had heard the deep, ominous tolling of the courtroom bell echoing through the halls a couple of minutes ago, and it was making my skin crawl. Was it time for Victoria’s sentencing?The maid opened her mouth, about to explain, when the doors slid open, and Zayn walked purposefully into the room.“Come with me, honey. I need to show you something,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, serious tone.I stood u