Semua Bab Avoiding My Alpha Baby Daddy : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Naya’s POV Two days. It had been two days since the incident, and I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Kieran. Not his face, not his shadow, nothing. The first morning after that night, I had assumed he was simply giving me space. Maybe he needed time to himself, to process everything that had happened. I understood that. But when breakfast passed in silence, and the second day rolled by without so much as a passing glance, my patience wore thin. I sat at the long dining table, picking at the food on my plate, my appetite nonexistent. The room was oppressively quiet, the only sound the occasional clink of silverware against porcelain. Across from me, Kieran sat, focused intently on his meal. His posture was rigid, his movements precise—too precise, as if he were deliberately concentrating on everything except me. I stole a glance at him, waiting, hoping he would finally say something. A simple good morning, a nod of acknowledgment—anything. Nothing. I pressed my lips t

Kieran’s POV Shuddering lightly, I shook my head.I needed to clear my head. The scent of alcohol clung to Naya, mixing with the soft, familiar lavender that always wrapped around me whenever she was near. But there was something stronger tonight—something in the way she looked at me, eyes hazy yet sharp, filled with raw emotion that burned right through my restraint. I exhaled slowly, pressing my palms against the mattress beneath me to ground myself. “What the hell are you doing, Naya?” My voice came out rougher than I intended, my body tense beneath hers. She blinked at me, her brows pulling together in a frown as if trying to process my words. “I—” she started, then paused. A tipsy giggle escaped her lips as she swayed slightly in her position straddling my waist. “Kieran, you—you talk too much.” My jaw clenched. “You’re drunk.” She grinned. “Maybe.” I sighed, gripping the sheets tighter to keep my hands from doing something reckless—like grabbing her and-. “

Naya's PovKieran wasn’t just kissing me. He was claiming me, consuming me, making sure I knew exactly how much he wanted me. A whimper slipped past my lips, and he groaned, his grip tightening. “Tell me to stop,” he rasped against my lips. I exhaled shakily. “I won’t.” A curse left his lips before he devoured me again, his hands sliding lower, exploring, teasing— God I was going to go mad.Kieran hovered over me, his bright eyes dark with something I had never seen before—something wild, unrestrained. His breath came out ragged, his body taut with tension, as if he were fighting an unseen war within himself. I didn’t want him to fight it. I arched up, pressing myself against him, my fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. “Don’t stop.” His muscles tensed beneath my touch. A sharp exhale left his lips before he suddenly grabbed my chin, tilting my head back. His gaze flickered over my face, searching as if looking for hesitation—a reason to stop. I gave him

Naya's POV I didn’t react. I didn’t let my face show anything but quiet neutrality as I excused myself from Lucien’s presence. A flicker of amusement crossed his expression, as if he expected me to shrink beneath his gaze—to lower my head and submit like the Omega he thought I was. But I did neither. Instead, I turned on my heel and walked away. I could still feel his gaze boring into my back, but I didn’t stop. My heart pounded in my chest, my skin crawling from his lingering presence. As I reached my room, I closed the door behind me and let out a slow breath. I couldn’t let this escalate. Kieran had worked too hard to establish diplomatic relations, and the last thing I wanted was to be the reason it crumbled. So I made a decision. I would avoid Lucien. I would stay out of his way, keep myself occupied, and wait for Kieran to return. Even if it meant biting my tongue, I wouldn’t cause a scene. At least, that was the plan. --- Lucien didn’t make avoida

Kieran's POV Lies. She said it so calmly, as if she wasn’t nearly on death’s doorstep. Something wasn’t right. I turned to the doctor, my eyes flashing dangerously. "What kind of poison?" The doctor shifted nervously. “It was a—” He stopped abruptly. I caught it. That brief flicker of hesitation. "You were about to say something else," I pressed. His lips parted, but before he could speak, Naya's fingers tugged at my sleeve. I turned back to her. "There's nothing else," she said softly. "I’m fine now." I narrowed my eyes. She was hiding something. The maids were hiding something. Even the doctor was hiding something. I could sense it, feel it in my bones. But I didn’t push. Not yet. Instead, I exhaled through my nose and nodded. "Fine." For now. But I wasn’t done. Naya gave me another small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I just need some rest.” "Then rest," I muttered, brushing my knuckles against her cheek. She leaned into my t