LOGIN⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ Maybe I need to start taking drastic action against anyone who dares to hurt my Luna or make her cry. I had admittedly let things slide for too long because she looked so furious — her cheeks flushed, her eyes blazing with a wild, untamed fire that made my inner alpha howl with possessive pride. My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her soft body flush against my chest. Fuck, I had missed her so damn much. It was starvation. I gently stroked her long, silken hair, looking deep into her eyes. Seeing them clouded with a haunting sadness broke something inside of me. And the worst part was knowing I was the cause of it. And no enemy I had ever faced, no battlefield I had ever stood on, had managed to make me feel this powerless. If punishments were to be handed out tonight, maybe they needed to start with me for allowing my crown to pull me away from my anchor. “Listen to me, Rose,” I murmured, my voice dropping into a low, rumbling alpha tone.
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ When I went back to our bedroom, leaving Zayn to finish his dessert with Lucia and Nolan, my heart felt unbearably heavy. A bitter numbness settled over me. I didn’t even think I wanted to talk to him anymore. Maybe it was better to just leave things the way they had been — cold, distant, and silent. Even though he had given me the power to humiliate Sheila and send her away tonight, a nagging, painful question kept clawing at my chest. Why didn’t he just do it himself? If she meant nothing to him, why did he need me to draw the boundary line? I mindlessly forced myself through my night routine, slipping into my satin pajamas before crawling under the massive, freezing sheets of our bed. The entire time, a tiny, pathetic part of me kept hoping he would walk through the door to explain himself. But he never did. As I pulled the heavy duvet up to my shoulders, I stared at the door one last time. A devastating wave of disappointment washed over me. I ro
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Sheila... what are you doing here?” Zayn asked, his deep voice immediately dropping into a cold, flat rumble that pulled the warmth straight out of the room. “Well, the thing is, my car refused to start,” she said, smoothing down the file in her hand as she offered a tight, practiced smile. “So, I thought, why not just walk over?” “I can call Ronan right now to have a vehicle sent up for you,” Zayn countered smoothly, his eyes unreadable. “No!” she said, the word slipping out far too quickly. She caught herself, softening her tone into a sweet, pleading purr. “I mean... I am honestly kind of hungry after our long day. I was hoping I could just have a little something to eat before I head out. I hope you don't mind.” Why is this woman so shameless? I thought, my jaw tightening as I stared at her. She had uninvitedly marched right into our private family sanctuary, ignoring the sacred boundary of our home. Before I could even open my mouth to put her
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “Mama... don't worry. Papa is coming,” Luciana said softly, her voice carrying a sweet, glassy certainty even as she remained completely focused on her food. She didn’t even look up from her plate, leaving me to wonder if her rare, mystical instincts had spoken through her without her even realizing it. Her quiet reassurance cut straight through my spiraling thoughts, making a genuine smile break across my face. I reached over, gently squeezing her small hand. “I hope so, my sweet girl.” Turning my attention back to Nolan, I tried to steer the heavy conversation away from the shadows of the court. “So, how is everything at the club? How is work?” “Everything is running smoothly, Blair,” Nolan replied, his posture relaxing slightly. “The new Northern members are finally blending in with our local elites. It took some pressure — and a few reminders that the borders are gone for good — but they’re behaving.” “And what about your personal life?” I tea
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅“Here's your favorite, sweetie…,” Rhoda said warmly, placing a steaming plate of honey-glazed chicken in front of Lucia at the dining table.I barely heard her. My eyes were glued to the head of the table, staring at Zayn’s empty chair. His polished silver plate and heavy crystal glass were perfectly arranged, sitting there like a cruel joke.But he wasn’t here.I hated seeing his place set for dinner only for him to never show up. Every time it happened, a small piece of my heart chipped away, I found myself staring at that empty seat a little longer, as if waiting could somehow make him appear.I constantly forced myself to believe the logical excuses — telling myself over and over that he was just buried in pack work, trying to drown out the poisonous, mocking whispers circulating through the pack house. About how an Alpha like Zayn might need more than one Luna to secure the future.I tried to convince myself he was simply being the Alpha he had to be,
⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅I sipped my black coffee, my eyes scanning the endless stacks of territorial treaties, trade agreements, and integration laws that held the empire together, spread across my mahogany desk.Merging the North into our empire over the past few years had been a grueling, merciless battle of political chess.To solidify this historic union, I had officially renamed our kingdom. We were no longer the Trifang Pack; we were now the Quadfang Pack, representing the unbreakable, unified strength of all four quadrants — North, South, East, and West.The transition had been plagued with challenges. Many of the old Northern traditionalists and extremist factions had fiercely refused to accept a High Alpha King from the South. But I did not become a king by being merciful.Those who tried to rebel or launch guerrilla ambushes against my peacekeepers were ruthlessly hunted down and executed without hesitation.For those who simply doubted my reign, I showed them strategi
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The maid escorted me to a guest room to change out of my soaked clothes. They provided a red silk dress with thin spaghetti straps; it was short, ending only an inch past my knees. I was grateful for the jacket and boots I’d worn earlier. I pulled the jacket tight, mak
⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ I had to leave the hotel in the early hours of dawn. My phone had been buzzing incessantly with the news that Nolan had gotten into yet another drunken brawl. In the years since I separated from his mother, I have tried my best to be a guiding force for him—he is
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I woke up with my body feeling incredibly sore, yet awakened in a way I had never felt before. Every muscle ached, a reminder of everything that had happened. I—Blair Rose—had spent the night with a stranger. I had let him in. I had trusted him with my body. I sat u
⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ A few hours later, I found myself standing at the entrance of the hotel bar. I took a deep breath and shrugged off my coat, revealing the black lace dress. It was short—dangerously short—clinging to my thighs and leaving my skin exposed to the cool air. At first, I fe







