Semua Bab A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Violet He pulled out with a filthy pop, a gush of our combined release trickling down my thigh, and before I could protest, he spun me around, bending me over a low crate of frozen sides. The metal was shockingly cold against my palms and breasts, making me hiss, but his body covered mine like a blanket—chest to my back, cock already hardening again, sliding between my ass cheeks. "Ass up, Violet. Spread those legs—let me see that pretty pink pussy begging for round two." I complied, resentment bubbling even as arousal flooded me anew. "You think this changes anything? This is just for survival." My voice cracked, but I arched my back, presenting myself, the bond making my clit throb at his proximity. He growled, low and dangerous, one hand fisting my hair to arch my neck, the other guiding his cock to my dripping entrance. "We'll talk later. Right now? I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk straight—till you remember who owns this." He didn't wait, slamming home in one go, the n

DerekI stared at the cup. "Too cold. I want it hot."Violet glanced over, a frown creasing her brow. I knew I was being childish. Jealousy had me by the throat. Fine. I wanted to make him stumble.Adrian paused, then took the cup back, still mild."My apologies. I'll replace it."He brought another. I didn't even look. Before he set it down, I snapped, "What is this, lava? You trying to scald me?"His jaw twitched, then smoothed. "My mistake. Please don't be upset."He took it again. My patience shredded.A third cup landed, not cold, not hot. Adrian waited by my elbow. I wasn't about to let him off easy. I sipped, set it down hard."This is the worst coffee I've ever had. My tongue is starring in a disaster movie. Did you dump a whole bag of sugar in here? I feel like I need insulin.""If you're still not satisfied—""Enough!" Violet cut in, crossing the room, eyes blazing a warning. "Derek. Don't make a scene in my shop.""I'm not making a scene," I said, looking at her. "I'm havi

Violet"Adrian!" I screamed, lunging to stop it.But Derek was too fast. His fist slammed into Adrian's face with a dull thud. Adrian reeled, blood blooming from his nose."Derek Thorn! Are you out of your mind?" I didn't care that it was two Alphas squaring off. The second I saw blood, something snapped. I shoved him. "Stop!""Stay the hell away from my mate," Derek snarled at Adrian, eyes flaring a dangerous red. His Alpha dominance rolled off him, thickening the air. "You don't get to touch her.""You don't have that right!" I shoved harder, trying to drive him back. "Adrian didn't do anything!""You're still shielding him?" he growled at me.He planted his feet, all steel and muscle. I hit him too hard and bounced off.My shoulder slammed into the display case by the door. The glass cabinet full of dessert models rocked, groaning."Careful!" Adrian, face smeared with blood, still reached for me.I turned just in time to see the heavy case tipping toward me. Time slowed. Glass gl

VioletBy the time I got home from the hospital, dawn had already broken. My mood felt heavier than last night's blood-soaked bandages.I slumped against the bakery door and watched the street wake in the soft light. The milk truck rumbled by. The café across the way started grinding beans, the warm, bitter smell drifting over, same as always. Everything looked so normal. Inside me, the sea was storm-tossed—no calm in sight.Derek's words kept looping in my head like a curse I couldn't shake: "When I heard about that boat going down, my whole world collapsed. I searched like a madman. Even when everyone said you were dead, I refused to believe it."Was that true? Or just another net he cast to reel me back under his control? Five years ago, he denied me in front of everyone and chose Liriel. That betrayal still burned—an old wound that never closes. Every time I wanted to believe him, the pain rose up and reminded me of the hopelessness he left me in.I pushed the door open with shaki

Derek Morning light slanted through the blinds and washed over my face. I blinked awake. My head still throbbed, heavy and dull. The drugs were gone, but my body was still wrung out. I reached for the spot beside me, looking for Violet's warmth. Cold sheets. She was gone a while. My heart dropped—then a twisted satisfaction bloomed. I played it up the night before. Acted weaker than I was. Milked the dizziness and pain to keep her by my side. When I saw the worry in her eyes, the way she tightened up at my "pain," I felt a mean little thrill. At least she still cared. At least I could still rattle her. Pathetic? Sure. Manipulative? Yeah. I didn't care. Five years apart turned me ravenous. I was starving for her—every glance, every touch, even her worry and anger. If she still felt anything, I still mattered. But she left. Slipped out while I was asleep. Just like five years ago. This time, though... I felt her hesitate. When I said "I love you," I saw tears. Not rage. Not fear