Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Castaway Mate: Mummy, Is He Our Daddy?: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"And the award for Best Fashion Designer goes to... Ruby Blackwood!"My heart stopped. I heard the applause, but it was distant, muted, as if I had momentarily detached from the present. Me? Ruby Blackwood, Best Designer of the Year? It felt surreal.I stared at the stage in disbelief. The host smiled brightly, waiting for me to claim the award. The room, full of clapping and cheering people, seemed to blur as I tried to process what was happening.Suddenly, a small hand tugged at mine, snapping me back to reality."Mummy!" Rhett’s excited voice pulled me back to the present as he grinned up at me, pointing toward the stage. "Aren’t you going? They’re waiting!"I blinked, my pulse quickening. "Oh my God," I whispered under my breath, shaking off the daze. How could I forget? I had won! I had won.With shaky hands, I stood up from my seat, smoothing down the fabric of my black gown as I tried to compose myself. I could feel the eyes of the entire room on me, but amidst the sea of fa

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. My throat felt tight, and my brain scrambled to make sense of the chaos spinning inside me. The dull pounding in my head grew louder, syncing with the frantic beat of my heart.How did this happen? The last thing I remembered clearly was his lips on mine, and then—my gaze drifted down to where the sheets barely covered Roman's body.Oh God. What had we done?"What the hell are you doing in my bed?" Roman repeated sharply as he pushed himself up. His emerald eyes were no longer hazy with alcohol but hardened with confusion—and maybe regret."I—I don't know," I stammered, instinctively pulling the sheets up to cover myself. Heat flooded my cheeks as flashes of last night hit me like a freight train. The kiss, the roughness of his touch, the hardness of his member in me, the feverish way we collided into each other, desperately seeking something neither of us could define. And now this—the cold, harsh reality of daylight exposing everythin

“Ruby… why do they look like me?”The question hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt the blood drain from my face as I looked up to meet Roman’s gaze, his dark eyes filled with confusion—and something else I couldn’t quite place. For a moment, I was frozen. I couldn’t find the words, couldn’t even think of how to respond. But I had no intention of answering that question here, not in front of my children.I stood up, holding Rhett and Ruby’s hands tightly, pulling them closer to me. “Come on, Rhett. Come on, Ruby. We’re leaving.” My voice was steady, though my heart was racing.“Wait… Ruby,” Roman said, taking a step toward us, his voice more urgent now. “You haven’t answered my question.”I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My children were my priority—always. I tightened my grip on their hands and continued walking toward the exit. “Hey!” Roman’s voice grew louder, frustration creeping into his tone. I felt his hand wrap around my arm, pulling me to a stop. “Ruby, I’m talking to you.”I

RUBY’S POV "Bye mom," Ruby and Rhett both waved as I helped them out of the car, their small hands clutching their lunchbox tightly."Alright, Munchies, I'll come pick you up after school," I waved back with a warm smile.Ruby quickly looked around before turning to face me, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Mummy, don't call me that," she whispered as she casted a wary glance over her shoulder. Rhett, catching on, let out a soft chuckle. "Alvin might hear you, and he'll tease her about it.” Turning to his sister, he switched to a mocking tone, which I guess was to mimic Alvin. “Hey Munchie.”I couldn’t hold back the laugh. "The boy you like in your class?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "Won't you like to introduce me to him?"

RUBY'S POVMy fingers hovered over my phone, the unread message glaring at me like an unwelcome reminder. I had gone through it not once, twice or even thrice today.Even after leaving work, picking up Rhett and Ruby, making dinner and all, my mind was all over the place but they all boiled down to one person—Roman.I hadn’t replied his text. I didn’t need to. He wanted to talk? I scoffed and stuffed the phone back into my coat pocket. Of course, he wanted to talk—after all these years.I had left the house to get some groceries and hoping for a distraction but even those weren’t enough so I had driven to the park for a stroll.As I walked through the quiet park, the autumn wind blew through my hair, making me shiver as I took one step at a time.A part of me felt ridiculous for avoiding him like this, but the other part, the stronger part, couldn’t shake the memory of his cold words from seven years ago."I, Alpha Roman D’Angelo reject you, Ruby Blackwood, as my Luna and as my ma