روايات وقصص ضمن I Adopted The Male Lead

My eyes involuntarily grew wide. "Who is it? Please tell me, I'll do anything." "Promise you won't let anyone know I told you this?" "I won't. I promise. Just tell me who it is, please." "You know who Adam Walker is, don't you?" I couldn't believe my ears. "Adam?" I gasped. There was no way it could be Adam. "No. It can't be Adam. You're mistaken. Adam already has a girlfriend, don't you know? It can't be- "

“I thought your sleuth’s alpha was a male?” I laughed bitterly as Adam took my hand. “You are correct. Our alpha was a male. I don’t know if your leader knows it or not but our alpha was shot not too long ago.” He frowned. “Is he dead?” “I’m alpha now so what does that tell you?” I watched as the hopefulness died in his eyes and was replaced with fear. “Listen, I promise if you let me go, we will leave your territory and won’t ever come back. Please, just let me go back to-”

It was such a brilliant plan that Adam, Father's Gamma, had decided to adopt it. But this? This was different. Affairs of the heart were utterly foreign to me—a battlefield with no clear strategies, no rules of engagement, just raw, confusing emotions that I didn't know how to navigate. Like a novice, I felt exposed and uncertain about all my strength and leadership. How was I supposed to balance my instincts with my duty or my heart with my title?

If Heather just apologizes and learns her lesson, all will be forgiven, Kayla. Christian feigned concern while comforting Heather. "You can rest assured that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks; as long as you have me, that's all that matters, Heather." It was then that the comment section appeared before my eyes again. "I'm totally shipping them! I mean, the male lead's sense of possession over the female lead is absolutely intense!" "It seems like the male lead's mother had already prepared everything perfectly, leaving no trace. It won't be long before the female lead loses hope in life and obediently submits to the male lead's imprisonment."

He made off with the last of the valuable antiques and jewelry from the Sutherland residence, as well as all the wedding gifts received during the wedding ceremony, and vanished without a trace. Zoe completely fell apart. She searched everywhere for Jaiden like a madwoman but found no trace of him at all. She spent her days drinking herself numb and slept under highway overpasses. Those in the comment section were stunned as well. "Is this supposed to be the charming male lead? His character's completely ruined!" "Zoe can't even be called the female lead at this point. Waylon is the true male lead now—and whoever he chooses becomes the female lead!"

I enter the living room and see Adam sitting on the couch, his gaze fixed on me. He stands up as I walk in, his face stern. "What did that man want?" he asks, his voice low and threatening. I hold his gaze, refusing to be intimidated. "I don't answer to you," I say, my voice cold. My eyes narrow, and I take a step towards him. "You're my beta," I say, my voice hard. "You will answer to me."

He pulled me close and his voice dropped to something that was barely sound at all, pressed against my ear. “You think you have a choice here? You are nothing without me. I am the Alpha of this pack. I decide when this ends. You will stand there and you will say the words and you will sign those papers.” I felt his fingers tighten. I felt the pulse of his anger through his grip.

i ask my tone a little harsh. "Why did I adopt you? Well I always wanted a daughter but sadly my wife passed away when giving birth to my son. I own a lot of businesses and well while my son is capable of handling them there are a few businesses only a woman can take care of and that woman will be you." he says calmly and my jaw drops. This guy just adopted me to take over some of his businesses. What the fuck? I didn't know what to say so I just nodded.

Adam's P.O.V I’m a fucking idiot. That has to be it. Why else would I have agreed to Stephanie’s revenge plan if I weren’t one? I didn’t need this sort of distraction in my life. Especially now that I’m just barely managing to forget about Tracy. I’ll admit, the benefits of agreeing to this little contract marriage were sort of beneficial to me, they weren’t what engineered my decisions. Loneliness did.

Maybe it’s exactly the second male lead who’s so obsessed with the heroine that he’d go so much as to try and kill himself for her. “You didn’t come,” I say softly. Something flickers across his face before irritation covers it again. “Lyria was ill.” Right. There it is, simple, clean, easy. Lyria was ill. Not Minthe could be dead somewhere under a collapsed carriage in the middle of a storm. Not Minthe disappeared overnight bleeding into snow. Just—Lyria was ill. Before I can answer, movement stirs behind him.