《My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 129 章

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Mum and I shared a quiet lunch together in the courtyard before she left. As I watched the car pull down the long driveway, a heavy weight settled in my chest. I was certain she was heading straight back to my father’s bedside. Sitting there alone, I finally forced myself to be honest with my own heart. I missed him more than I wanted to admit. The betrayal cut deeper because of the immense love I had carried for him my entire life. And that was the hardest part to accept — that even now, after everything, a part of me still longed for him like nothing had changed. As I closed my eyes, a flood of bittersweet childhood memories washed over me. I could vividly remember the way he used to lift me onto his shoulders to catch fireflies in the summer, the late-night ice cream runs he would sneak me behind Mum's back, and how he would patiently teach me how to plant roses in our tiny garden, promising me I would grow up to be as beautiful as they were. Back

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ The week arrived before I could even fully prepare myself, the days flying by in a blur of endless security briefings and preparations.And my father is finally getting the treatment he needed, and Mum said he’s doing much better than before — still recovering, but finally heading in the right direction.Like he finally has a real chance. And the grand Annual Gala was happening tonight, right in the pack house. By the time evening rolled around, I felt so exhausted that I wanted nothing more than to curl up under the covers and sleep for a week. But I knew I couldn't. This was my second, yet my very first official appearance at a major gathering since our return — and with my husband. It was my duty to show up as the Luna. Thankfully, Rhoda’s custom dress tailoring worked miracles. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I stared at my reflection in awe. The dark satin gown fit me flawlessly, accentuating my curves while remaining incredibly loose

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅I spun around, gripping the handle and throwing my weight against the door. It didn't budge. I rattled it, but the lock was engaged from the outside. Panic exploded in my chest as I began to furiously bang on the thick wood with both fists.“Zayn! Zayn!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking with desperation.From behind me, Owen’s dark, mocking laughter echoed through the enclosed space, sending a chill down my spine.“Go ahead and scream, sweetheart. Nobody out there is going to hear you,” he purred, the sound of his heavy footsteps drawing closer. “And that loyal little guard who escorted you down here? He’s my man. He successfully drew away the watchguards Zayn placed on you. You’re completely, entirely alone.”Realizing the banging was useless, I slowly turned to face him. I forced the panic down, twisting my features into a cold, unyielding mask. “Then what the hell do you want from me, Owen?”“I just need ten minutes of your time,” he s

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ “Meera,” I said, my voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble as I sat behind the mahogany desk in my private study. “Zayn… listen to me,” Meera’s desperate, high-pitched voice echoed through the laptop. I could see her clearly in Owen’s seat. “I have an offer for you. I am the only one who can make sure your brutal execution of our Alpha doesn’t lead to a catastrophic, bloody war. I have the power to calm my people and suppress the rogue factions who want your head — but it comes with a price.” A slow, deliberate tap echoed from my finger against the desk. Once. Twice. “You always did like theatrics, Meera,” I said calmly. Her eyes narrowed. “And you always underestimate me.” I leaned back in my leather chair, tapping my fingers once again against the desk, a cold smirk touching my lips. “I don’t underestimate threats,” I said, my voice quieter now. “I eliminate them.” “But you’re stalling,” Meera snapped. “Am I?” I tilted my head slightl

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I fought against the lingering weakness in my limbs, forcing my legs to swing over the edge of the bed as I leaned heavily on Rhoda's shoulder for support. “My Luna, please! I beg of you, you need to get back into bed,” Rhoda pleaded, her hands gently but firmly trying to guide me back under the duvet. “The doctor strictly ordered rest!” “I don't care what the doctor said, Rhoda. I need to see my husband right now,” I rasped, my throat still burning as I stubbornly pushed past her and dragged my stiff body toward the bedroom door. “I am so sorry, my Luna, but I cannot let you do that,” Rhoda said, quickly stepping in front of me with a desperate, sorrowful look in her eyes. “He’s in a war meeting,” she said softly. “He hasn’t slept in a week. He stayed with you the entire time — he only left because the pack is falling apart. If you go out there, he’ll walk away from that meeting… and everything will collapse.” Her emotional words struck a chord in my