All Chapters of Taming My Five Alpha Baby Daddies: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ALLISON.There, I saw a symbol branded on his skin. The mark looked like blisters burned into his skin; a symbol of a star inside a circle—the mark of a witch. A witch’s curse.“What the hell? Why do you have that mark? She cursed you?!” I gasped in horror.Sullivan let out a shaky breath."I made a deal with her," he admitted.I shook my head, unable to digest what he just said."I agreed to a binding ritual. I am bound by a witch’s contract which means that I am obligated to do everything that Celestine asks me to do. It doesn’t matter if I like it or not, my body would automatically move on its own like some puppet to do all her bidding.” Sullivan explained in a grim voice.He lowered his shirt, covering the cursed mark again. His hands clenched into fists on his lap.I shook my head, unable to believe what I was hearing."But… the binding ritual is a contract. It has to be consensual! Why would you agree to such a thing?!”"Because she promised me that in exchange for being her sl

ALLISON.Celestine smirked as she held up the fragment, letting the dim light of the chamber catch on its surface."Ah, that’s what I’m talking about. If I knew this would keep you quiet, I would have brought this out as soon as you arrived,” she taunted.I barely heard her over the rush of blood in my ears.No.My breath hitched, my body going rigid as a chilling realization crashed down on me. Suddenly, all I could feel was the angry pounding of my heart as rage exploded in my chest like bitter acid. My hands trembled and my lips quivered as I struggled to let out a word—any word. But somehow, nothing could describe the sheer wrath that I was feeling. For a moment, I had forgotten about Sullivan, my brother, who was still shaking on the cold stone floor.Something in me snapped and I couldn’t stop it.With a wild, guttural snarl, I shot up from my knees and lunged at Celestine, gripping the metal bars between us so hard my knuckles turned white. My canines bared, my eyes burned a de

ALLISON.Celestine stood at the head of the table. She was wearing her usual long white dress flowing like mist, her straight black hair cascading over her shoulders. I’d almost compliment her ethereal beauty if it weren’t for the fact that I hated every fiber of her being. I scanned the table and saw that she was talking to four other people, all dressed in formal black attire.But what caught my attention were their masks. Two men and two women.Two of them, one man and woman, wore golden masks, while the other two wore silver. The pair who were wearing the gold masks looked a bit older based on their physique. Among the five people around the conference table, only Celestine’s face was bare.I frowned. This was different. These weren’t the usual masked goons she sent after me. These four people had an air of authority in them. I could almost feel their arrogant even with their masks on. It seemed like they held some authority like Celestine. How strange. They didn’t smell like an O

ALLISON.I frantically scanned the room to find a place to hide but my eyes widened in shock when I realized where I was.The huge room was filled with massive life-sized tanks, each one connected to a mess of wires and strange machines. The eerie green liquid inside the tanks bubbled slightly, casting an almost iridescent glow in the dim room. They looked unsettling.But it wasn’t the tanks themselves that horrified me.It was what was inside them.Bodies. Rows and rows of them.I clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling the scream that threatened to escape from my throat.Inside each tanks and soaked in the strange bubbly green liquid were men and women. Some looked human. Others were Outworlders—werewolves, vampires, ghouls. They were all naked. Their bodies were suspended in the thick green liquid and their eyes were wide open, as if frozen in an expression of silent horror.“What the hell?” I muttered in a shaky breath.Were they dead? Alive? Something worse?I gagged. The stench o

WESLEY.Quinn looked like someone had knocked the air out of her lungs. Emily, for once, was at a loss for words.Daniel broke the silence. “But how the hell can her brother control fire? That’s unheard of for a lycan.”I exchanged a glance with River.“Because they’re not full-blooded lycans,” River spoke.“What?!” Emily gaspd.River tossed a thick, leather-bound book onto the table. The cover was old, covered in strange markings.Daniel narrowed his eyes.“Wait… isn’t that from my library?”“Yeah, I found it when I was searching for books about dragons.”Quinn’s head snapped up. “Dragons?”Daniel flipped open the book. Inside were illustrations of dragons and… human figures.“My ancestors have acquired this book many years ago. It’s serves more like a collection than an actual book,” Daniel muttered while perusing the illustrations and foreign language printed on it.“Well, as you can see, it’s more than just a pretty book. It contains a lot of information about dragons,” River said