All Chapters of My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅I stood frozen inside the small, dim bathroom, my eyes glued to the plastic stick resting on the edge of the sink. I had already followed the instructions, and now all I could do was wait for the agonising minutes to tick by. I was certain I was a million times more anxious than the small crowd currently pacing back and forth right outside the door.The moment Cora had blurted out in the dining room, she had reached into her bag, pulled out the pregnancy kit, and handed it to me right in front of Zayn and Sheila.Zayn’s expression at the time had been unreadable, his eyes darkened into an intense, unmoving stare. I couldn’t fully decipher what he was thinking at that moment, but deep down, I knew he would be ecstatic. He had told me himself that he wanted a child with me — a beautiful little pup to seal our bond forever.Suddenly, the lines on the test strip began to shift. As the clear, undeniable positive result appeared before my eyes, my heart nearly lea

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ We finally wrapped up our remaining border routes and made the long, exhausting drive back home. The very moment our armored convoy passed through the heavily guarded iron gates of the pack house, relief washed over me. But at the exact same time, a strange pang of nostalgia struck my chest, and I realized a part of me was actually going to deeply miss our trip. I would miss the beauty of the borders, and most of all, I would miss the people we met along the way. Going on this journey with Zayn had forced me out of my sheltered bubble, allowing me to connect with the pack members and truly understand the harsh realities of their daily lives. I couldn't help but wonder when I would ever be allowed to leave the house like that again. On a brighter note, I could confidently say that Sheila and I had left things on good terms. Before we departed the inn, Zayn had finalized a financial grant to renovate and expand her property. It was his private, silent w

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ It took three agonizing days before Zayn finally released the reckless idiots from the lower dungeons. He let them go with a warning so severe and blood-curdling that I didn't think anyone of them would ever dare to even breathe near our doors again. Their parents couldn't even come to save them. But when it came to Nolan, I had no idea what his punishment would be. Zayn had been tight-lipped about it, but I was certain it would be a thousand times worse than a few nights in a dark cell. On the fourth morning, I was sitting alone at the dining table for breakfast. Zayn had been up since dawn, taking care of pack business and rearranging the house's high-security protocols to ensure the house was perfectly safe for me and our baby. Suddenly, the dining room doors pushed open, and Nolan walked in. He looked drained, his skin pale and his jaw tightly set. He cautiously scanned the room first, and the moment he realized his father wasn't physically present

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Zayn held my hand tightly in his as he led me deep into the pack house, far past the guarded perimeter fences. A small entourage of silent pack maids followed a few paces behind us, carefully carrying a large, hand-woven picnic basket. I had never been into this hidden side of the grounds before. It felt like stepping directly into an untouched, mystical paradise. The air was crisp and pure, surrounded by a dense canopy of ancient, emerald-green trees that cast beautiful, dancing shadows across a path of soft moss. As we walked further, the soothing, distant rumble of rushing water grew louder, until the trees suddenly parted to reveal a breathtaking, crystal-clear lake. The afternoon sun reflected off the pristine surface like millions of glittering diamonds. Standing there, a sudden, vivid memory flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. I remembered back during the early, chaotic days of our relationship, when Zayn ha

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅Several weeks had passed since our return from the borders, and my pregnancy symptoms had officially begun to aggressively kick in.The intense morning sickness was a daily battle, accompanied by sudden waves of severe dizziness, weird food cravings, and a heavy, bone-deep exhaustion that made my limbs feel like they were weighed down with iron.Even the faintest smells turned my stomach without warning, and my body no longer felt entirely like my own. It was as though something powerful was quietly reshaping me from the inside out.Thankfully, Zayn had assigned the head of the pack maids, a loyal older woman named Rhoda, to personally oversee my care. Rhoda was discreet, quietly preparing specialized, nutrient-rich meals to soothe my stomach as it adapted to the dominant wolf seed.And whenever Zayn wasn't out in the pack handling matters, or the country club or reinforcing border security, he was right by my side, catering to my every need.Sometimes, I wo