Semua Bab A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: Bab 141 - Bab 150

DerekEver since the day I pulled Violet out of that mess, she seeped into my blood like poison.Seven years. From the first time I saw those little punks picking on her, she burned herself into me like a brand. Small but stubborn, silver-white hair catching the sun, eyes clear and blazing with defiance. Humiliated, but she never bowed.The moment I pulled her free, something woke in me. Not pity. Not sympathy. Something primal and deep.She is my fated mate.I knew it the second her scent wrapped around me—that warm honey-and-vanilla note that belongs only to her. It quiets the beast in my bones, giving me peace like I'd never known.Mate bond is a fatal pull. Every time I saw her, my wolf snarled, demanding why I was holding it back, urging me to go to her, hold her, kiss her, and claim her. The wanting hurt so bad my body shook.As the Alpha heir about to take over our pack, the power in me ran too hot. It hurt. It made me miserable and violent. On full-moon nights I came apart at

VioletWhen I surfaced from that dizzying, soul-deep mating, Derek was already out cold, felled by the drug.His breathing was heavy, his beautiful face softened by moonlight. I stroked his cheek. Joy and a fierce, quiet peace flooded me. My newly awakened wolf kept calling for him, and the pull of a fated mate made me feel safe and whole."Derek," I whispered in his ear. He didn't stir.The drug was strong. He needed time. I straightened his clothes, then gathered the shredded scraps of my gown and tried to cover myself.I was about to wait for him to wake up when the door slammed open.Trained guards rushed in, seized my arms, and hauled me out silently. My scream died in my throat as they dragged me to a shadowed corner of the garden like trash.My knees skinned raw on the stone. My dress hung in tatters."You shameless slut!" Liriel stormed up and slapped me hard. "Filthy bitch! I went to all that trouble drugging Derek, and you walked off with the prize?"Rage twisted her face;

Derek It had been half a year. For six straight months, I had paced this gilded cage like a beast waiting to be loosed. Not for a wedding with Liriel, but for the revenge I built piece by piece. I stood before the mirror, looking at the man in the white tuxedo. A chiseled face, a body built for cameras—a groom on the brink of his big day. Only I knew what was coiled under the silk: rage and killing intent. Six months ago, when they forced me to deny Violet in front of everyone, half of me died. Her eyes—shattered. Her voice shaking as she asked me why. Every word cut like a blade. I did it anyway. It was the only way to keep her breathing. My father's power is a noose. If he ever realized Violet is my true fated mate, he'd find a way to erase her. So I hurt her, drove her off, and learned how to live with the pain. For these six months, I've been playing along with Father's arrangements on the surface while secretly building up my strength. I bought off his confidants. Took the

VioletFive years later.Every morning I paused at the mirror and studied the stranger I had become. Chestnut hair where the silver once blazed. No more naivete in my eyes—just grit. My body was fuller after having children. Time reshaped my face, but it never erased the scar carved deep inside me.I had learned to live with it.Five years ago, I bought a ticket out of the country, desperate to run from the wreckage. Right before boarding, the life inside me kicked up a storm. I threw up, got dizzy, couldn't make it onto the ship.Later I heard it exploded at sea. No survivors. Terror and relief hit me at the same time. Maybe it was fate. Maybe my babies saved me and forced me to start over in this city."Mom, the donuts smell extra good today!"Leon's voice yanked me from the past. I looked at my five-year-old and my heart twisted. He was the spitting image of his father—those black eyes, that sharp little face, even the cadence of his voice. Every time I looked at him, it hurt. An

Derek Five years. I thought I'd lost her for good.When Edmond told me the ship had exploded, my world caved in. I tore out to that stretch of sea like a madman and dove into those waters myself for three days and three nights, until my body gave out and my men dragged me back to shore.Every plunge into the freezing, dark water, I prayed I'd find something—her dress, a strand of hair, anything to prove she was still breathing. All I hauled up were broken planks and scattered luggage.No body. That one fact kept a spark alive. Maybe she made it. Maybe the tide threw her somewhere else.That thought carried me through the darkest stretch. I burned through every resource, chased leads across the globe. If a rumor surfaced, I went in person. Every time, I came back empty.Those days without her were like hell. My wolf howled every day, desperate to find our mate, and that heart-wrenching pain nearly drove me insane. Sleepless nights became normal, violent emotions grew like weeds, and