All Chapters of My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I had been locked inside our bedroom all day. Zayn had left for the festivities with Sheila, abandoning me to my misery. Here I was, sitting alone on the edge of the mattress like a pathetic, rejected lone wolf, forced to listen to the upbeat music and raucous laughter thrumming from the courtyard. The village was celebrating, unaware that their Luna was quietly falling apart behind closed doors. Needing a moment to clear my racing mind, I got up to use the bathroom. Right as I walked in, I thought I heard the faint sound of the bedroom door opening. Hope instantly flared in my chest. A pathetic wave of relief washed over me as I thought, He’s finally back. He didn’t stay out there with her all night. But the moment I finished and eagerly stepped back into the bedroom, the space was empty. My shoulders slumped. I let out a bitter, hollow breath, realising it had just been a cruel trick of my frantic imagination. I wanted him to come back to me so badl

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ Ronan walked out of the bedroom and approached me, tightly holding the damn boxer shorts between his fingers, his face etched with utter bewilderment. “Alpha… I think you need to go right back in there and apologise to your wife,” Ronan said quietly, his voice laced with concern. “This whole thing feels wrong.” I adjusted my collar, my mind racing as I forced my raging inner wolf back into its cage. “If I apologise to her right now, how the hell do you think I’m going to find the actual culprit who planted this damn thing on our bed for me to find? The person who orchestrated this wants to tear us apart. They will only let their guard down and step out into the light if they truly believe Blair and I are in the middle of a massive, relationship-destroying misunderstanding.” Ronan’s eyes sharpened as realisation hit him. “Who do you think is responsible for this?” A flicker of unease crossed his face, like he didn’t like where my mind was going — but

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I slowly dragged myself up from the floor — it was far too cold to bear. My entire body ached with a deep, throbbing pain, and nausea was starting to surge again. I dry-heaved into my hand, wrapping my arms tightly around my stomach. I figured the food in this village wasn’t agreeing with me anymore. I crawled back onto the bed, pulling the thick sheets up to my chin, desperately trying to block out the world. I didn’t want to think about Zayn. And I especially didn’t want to think about that manipulative bitch, Sheila. That’s when the bedroom door softly opened. I braced myself to scream, but a wave of relief washed over me when I saw it was Cora stepping into the room — not Zayn. I didn’t want to face him right now, not after he had stood over me, fiercely accusing me of cheating. “Hey, Blair... are you alright?” Cora asked softly, her brow furrowed with concern. Without waiting for an invitation, she kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed,

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅Cora and I rushed out to the courtyard, the cool morning air biting at my skin. The moment we stepped outside, my eyes locked onto a young wolf kneeling in the dirt, trembling in front of my husband.But what truly caught my attention was the fabric clutched tightly in the man's shaking hands. It was the same pair of cheap, hideous boxer shorts Zayn had found on our bed last night.I stepped down from the porch, keeping my voice steady. “Zayn... what is going on out here?”Zayn turned his head sharply, his dominant alpha posture shifting the moment his dark eyes landed on me. “This stupid, reckless man is the one who dared to place his filthy underwear on our bed,” he growled darkly, confirming exactly what I had already guessed.The man threw himself forward, pressing his forehead against the dirt. “Please forgive me, Luna! I beg of you, have mercy on me!” he wept, his voice cracking with fear.I looked down at his shivering form, a heavy wave of conflictin

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ “You have all completely misunderstood me,” Sheila whispered, letting out a long, shuddering sigh as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. “Liam, my late husband, was one of your border guards. But my brother... my brother was a Northern guard.” She paused, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand before continuing. “Whenever I used to sneak to the boundary to take food to my brother, I would run into Liam. We kept meeting at the border... and somewhere along the way, we fell in love.” She swallowed, her fingers tightening in her sleeve. “Then my brother got sick. It didn’t take long.” Her voice faltered. “After he passed, Liam married me and brought me across the border… You are all already aware of the tragic truth that followed. On the morning of the rogue ambush, I had just stepped out into the woods to fetch firewood for breakfast. When I came back... the rogues had already taken their lives.” She dragged in an uneven breath, clutching the fabric o