Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Daddy Is My Second Chance Mate: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Alpha Caden’s POV I paced back and forth in my room, the weight of the day's events heavy on my shoulders. Despite the turmoil swirling within me, there was a nagging voice in the back of my mind urging me to seek out Aurora, to apologize for my cold demeanor and explain the turmoil that had consumed me.It doesn’t justify shit but I hope she will understand. But as much as I longed to seek solace in her presence, I resisted the urge, knowing that it wasn't fair to burden her with my own internal struggles. Besides, there was a part of me that hesitated to confront her, a lingering sense of shame at how I had acted in front of her earlier.Instead, I forced myself to focus on regaining control of my emotions, to push aside the anger and frustration that threatened to consume me. It was Alexander's fault, I reminded myself bitterly, for disrupting the fragile peace that had briefly settled over me.Despite the awe-inspiring beauty that surrounded me, I found little solace in the gran

Aurora’s POV I awoke from the depths of slumber, my senses slowly returning to the waking world, I found myself bathed in the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. Disoriented and still groggy from sleep, I blinked back the remnants of my dream, the tendrils of its lingering embrace slowly dissipating.How could I dream about having sex with Alpha Caden after the way he has tossed me aside like I meant nothing to him? Nah, something is definitely wrong with my hormones.But as I stirred, a sense of unease washed over me, a nagging feeling of disquiet that refused to be ignored. Casting about the room with bleary eyes, I realized with a start that I was alone—no comforting presence beside me, no warmth to chase away the chill of the morning air.Slowly, the fog of sleep began to lift, and with a dawning sense of clarity, I remembered where I was—the opulent confines of the palace, a world away from the familiar comforts of home. It wasn't just a dream; the reality

Aurora’s POV I lay in my room, the soft tendrils of sleep beginning to envelop me after thinking of everything and nothing, I sensed a presence—a subtle shift in the air that alerted me to someone's presence. Though my eyes remained closed, I listened intently, my senses attuned to the quiet footsteps that approached. I really don’t want to deal with anyone right now and should have closed my door. Why didn’t I again? At first, I remained still, feigning sleep in the hope that the intruder would retreat, but as the scent of familiarity wafted towards me, my heart skipped a beat. It was a scent I knew all too well, a blend of earthy musk and forest pine, tinged with a hint of sorrow and longing. Lucas.With a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, I cracked open my eyes, peering through the darkness to catch a glimpse of the figure standing at the edge of my bed. There, bathed in the soft moonlight that filtered through the window, stood Lucas, his silhouette a haunting echo of the

Aurora’s POV I sat in the serene garden, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds provided a soothing backdrop to my turbulent thoughts. The sun cast dappled patterns of light and shadow across the lush greenery, creating a tranquil atmosphere.My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and I found myself lost in a sea of contemplation. I have been doing a lot of that lately and it is not healthy at all. Memories of recent encounters with Alpha Caden flooded my thoughts, each one a painful reminder of our strained relationship. The hurt and confusion weighed heavily on my heart, making it difficult to find solace even in the beauty of the surroundings.I had seen Alpha Caden earlier, a fleeting moment that had left me reeling with a mixture of longing and disappointment. His indifference had cut deep, stirring up a storm of emotions within me. Despite my efforts to maintain composure, the hurt threatened to overwhelm me, leaving me feeling adrift and alo

Aurora’s POV As I made my way through the dimly lit corridors, my resolve faltered with each step. Doubt gnawed at the edges of my determination, threatening to derail my plans before they had even begun. But just as I reached the threshold of the grand entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows, startling me into frozen stillness. I thought it was a guard but no, she stood there in her nightgown looking like an angel. There, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows, stood Lilian, her silhouette cast in sharp relief against the darkness that enveloped the palace. Her eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, a silent question hanging in the air between us.For a moment, neither of us spoke, the weight of unspoken truths heavy upon us. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Lilian narrowed her eyes ever so slightly—a silent warning, a silent plea.I knew then that she understood, that she saw through the facade of composu