บททั้งหมดของ The Lost Alphas Daughter: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

The golden rays of the sun spill through the gap in the curtains like molten honey, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets of the bed. I stretch lazily, my body humming with contentment, a strong arm and leg wrapped tightly around me, anchoring me to him. I don’t think I’ve slept this well in ages. His warmth seeps into my bones, making me feel weightless, as if I’m floating on a cloud. A slow, satisfied smile tugs at my lips."Good morning," I mumble, my voice husky with sleep as I nuzzle into a broad, solid chest, my cheek pressing against the steady thrum of his heartbeat. His scent—leather and smoky cologne—wraps around me like a second skin. It smells like him. It smells like home."Good morning," comes his low, gravelly reply, just before his lips brush the tip of my nose. My eyes flutter open, meeting the dark, bottomless blue of his gaze—eyes like the depths of the ocean, swirling with an intensity that sends a shiver through me. There’s something darker beneath the surfac

My best friend is gone. I don’t believe it. Or maybe I just don’t want to believe it. Denial, right? The fire pops, and I flinch. She was so young, so strong. Why would they kill her? My jaw clenches as tears sting my eyes. This can’t be real. Gaia can't be gone. Was she protecting me before I was taken what the hell happened! Fuck I really wish I could remember. “Hey, baby, don’t cry.” His voice is soft, but there’s something unreadable in his tone. “I’m sorry you’ve been through so much. I didn’t want to burden you with this too.”He gives me a small smile, his hands sliding back onto my waist, thumbs tracing slow circles through the fabric of my dress. The warmth of his touch should be comforting, but it does little to ease the ache in my chest.“You should have told me,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. He knew how close we were. This isn’t like him—to keep something like this from me. She's my best friend. “I just didn’t want to add more pain to what you’re already carryi

“You are to whip this man if he tries to touch you. You are to whip this man if he disobeys your commands. You are to whip this man for everything that he ever did or tried to do to you.” Braden's voice is steady, but I can barely hear it over the pounding of my heart. My gaze stays locked with those storm-grey eyes—the eyes from my dreams. The man. Is this really the monster who did that to me? And who will I become if I treat him the way Braden insists?A power seems to radiate from Braden, more potent and dangerous than I remember. Is it because he became alpha, or is it something more? “I don’t think I can do this,” I mumble, finally breaking eye contact and trying to pass the whip back to Braden. He refuses, his eyes darkening. “You will do this, Claudia.” His resolve presses into me, heavy and unrelenting. I swallow past the lump in my throat, a feeble nod escaping me.The slave's eyes burn into me, scorching and raw. Braden cups my cheek, his hand sliding down my neck until it

I stare, unblinking, watching the blood drip down Asher's thigh. My fist grips the leather handle of the whip so hard that my knuckles turn bone white, the edges biting into my palm. The kettle hisses behind me, steam billowing like ghosts in the air, clinging to my skin."Just sit down," I manage to say, my voice steady despite the violent pounding of my heart. Asher's eyes flick to mine, dark and unreadable, before he exhales sharply and turns away, leaving a trail of crimson droplets in his wake. The chair screeches against the tiles as he collapses into it, burying his face in his hands.Guilt slams into me, sharp and suffocating. I release the whip, letting it clatter to the floor with a metallic finality. My fingers tremble as I snatch up a cloth, dropping to my knees to scrub at the blood—his blood—until my hands ache and the floor gleams. The scent of iron hangs heavy in the air, sour and unrelenting.After wiping my damp palms on the skirt of my dress, I grab a stack of towels

*** Trigger Warning ***Braden stands in the doorway, his features cloaked in shadows, but as he steps forward, a wide grin stretches across his face. "I'll admit, I wasn't sure you would whip him, baby, but I'm so proud of you," he purrs, pulling me inside and wrapping me in his arms. I let myself relax into his hold, my heart still racing from the confrontation. His scent—earthy and sharp—fills my senses, grounding me."Of course I would. After how he hurt me, that's not something I could forget," I reply, my voice steady, though my fingers tremble slightly against his chest. Braden's dark blue eyes fix on mine, a mix of amusement and something darker flickering there."My wife is a violent little thing," he murmurs, and I can't tell if he's pleased or disturbed by it. His grip tightens, almost possessive, and a chill pricks at the back of my neck."Get inside," he orders Asher, his voice low and commanding. He shields me, tucking me further into his side as if to hide me from Asher