All Chapters of Become Alpha King's Faked Cousin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*Seraphina*When I saw Eric was put in cuffs and arrested, I breathed a sigh of relief. Everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours had transpired so quickly that I wasn’t sure I was processing everything properly. The cop who had been the first on the scene was still talking to me, but it was like his voice was nothing but static, my brain unable to unscramble the muffled words into sentences that made sense. The only thing keeping me grounded was the pair of strong arms holding me and the hands rubbing gentle circles on my back. It was Alfred, who hadn’t let go since I collapsed into his arms. Even during the confrontation with Eric, who exposed my past to his father, Alfred stayed by my side. He’d refused to leave, and I, for one, was grateful because I was certain that if he weren’t holding me up, my legs would’ve given out from under me. Alfred’s protective touch, and his warm and comforting scent surrounding me acted as a barrier between the nigh

*Seraphina*I couldn’t stop my eyes from traveling the length of his body. I remembered that he was well-built from the time I helped him back at Archeron, but this was the first time I’d seen him without any clothes except the towel around his waist. He was still wet from his shower, his hair dripping and emphasizing the gorgeous features of his face. There was a look of concern in his eyes, a softness in such contrast with the hard lines and planes of his body. My throat went dry as an intense wave of desire pounded through me. “Are you okay?” he asked, taking a step towards me. I couldn’t even remember what I’d come to find him for. My mind was a blank wasteland of nothing but the image of Alfred standing there half-naked. I felt my face heat up and turned around, immediately running to my neighboring bedroom. He called after me, but I shut the door behind me, my heart pounding like a drum. The scariest thing about this whole thing wasn’t that I was afraid

*Seraphina*I didn’t even respond at first because I was so taken aback. I remembered what had happened the last time I’d gone shopping and how harsh his reaction had been to all the clothes I had bought. I knew that he took me for some kind of superficial, materialistic person, and it was a thought I didn’t enjoy. There wasn’t any point in trying to explain my reasoning behind why I did what I did, and I didn’t want to feel belittled or judged again for doing the same thing now. ‘Um… is there a special occasion coming up or something? What’s the reason?” I asked, suspicious. Alfred heaved a sigh, as though he didn’t feel like answering the question. “Does there have to be one? If you’d rather skip the offer and spend the rest of the day doing something on your own…”“No,” I said quickly, then blushed at the speed of my answer. “I mean, no, that’s fine. I’d be happy to go shopping with you.”He pressed his lips together before nodding, and the two of us split u

Seraphina’s POVI never imagined I'd be in this situation, but here I was, facing my worst fear. Alfred’s ex-girlfriend, Madeline, was back, trying to win him over again. My heart was being squeezed every time I thought about them together.We continued our discussion over dinner. I didn't know if it could still be called that, considering it was well past midnight. As we ate, my mind was racing. I could barely taste the food. I needed to know where his heart truly lay. I took a deep breath and tried to sound casual, even though my heart was pounding.“If you’d like to get back together with Madeline, I would beg Garfield to allow her to continue pursuing her career,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. But it felt like I was betraying myself by even suggesting it.Alfred's face darkened. He put down his fork and leaned back in his chair, staring at me with a mix of frustration and hurt. "Why would you even say that, Seraphina? Do you think I’m that fickle?"My eye

Seraphina’s Pov I didn't expect the call from Madeline. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, but the voice was unmistakable. I had no idea what this pop star would want to talk to me about. Given my current situation as Alfred’s “cousin,” I posed no threat to her. It seemed unnecessary for Madeline to meet with me. Despite my reservations, I agreed to have lunch with her. Curiosity got the better of me—I wanted to understand the girl who once held Alfred’s heart. The restaurant Madeline chose was elegant, with soft lighting and an air of sophistication. I arrived a few minutes early, my nerves getting the better of me. As I sat at the table, I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to discuss. When Madeline walked in, she was radiant, her smile genuine and welcoming. She approached me with an enthusiasm that was both surprising and disarming. "Seraphina! Thank you so much for coming," Madeline said, her eyes sparkling. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting.""Not at all," I