All Chapters of The Alpha and the traitor's daughter : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

IRENEEighteen years later…"Why do I feel like I’m about to lose my mind today? This happens every time there is an important ceremony!" I said aloud, staring at the entrance of the grand hall like it had personally offended me.There was a lot to be done. There was also a lot that was going sideways. I had to deal with all of that in a snap of a finger.The maids froze as I approached them with my hands akimbo. Two of them looked like they wanted to vanish into the wall."Keep going," I said, waving my hand at them. "The balloons stay gold. No, not that shade…more champagne gold. I don't need any gold that looks like banana gold, whatever that even means,” I added.I dragged a tired hand through my hair and turned back to the giant cake that was still missing its top tier.Ivy's name wasn’t even iced on it yet.The baker was supposed to be here two hours ago and to make it worse, the floral arch was tilted like someone’s broken neck.Are they being serious? Why was everyone making a

IRENENothing was making sense anymore and I kept getting very devastated as time went by.I knew that she was my child and she was also a teenager with raging hormones. One would expect things like this to happen but now I keep getting confused.Out of frustration, I stormed out to meet my brother. He was the only one who could understand my situation at this point.I needed to vent and tell him all I waa passing through in raising his niece."I don’t know who she is anymore, Silas. I'm tired of being a mum," I complained the moment I saw him outside the training ring.He looked up from where he was organizing the weapons rack and blinked at me like he wasn’t expecting me to be here yelling like someone who was insane.At this point, I was not bothered if anyone was watching me.“Irene….”“I’m serious,” I said quickly. “I am tired of this version of Ivy. She doesn’t listen. She shuts me out and she argues about everything.”He dropped the blade in his hand gently and sighed out.“She

IvyMy parents were not helping in any way and one would think I was trying to be defiant.If only they could sit down and listen to me instead of forcing their opinions down my throat.I was already tired of living and nothing was making sense anymore.What was the point of being here if I can't do what I want to do? I can't also become the girl I want to be.Everything was going apart."You are going to ruin my life!”That was the first thing I thought of when I woke up, realizing I was still curled up in the corner of Father’s study.I wasn’t surprised.It was the only place that still felt like mine. It was the only place that made me feel warm and I had no choice but to remain there.I loved the comfort I got and the calmness that always wrapped around me.The smell of cedarwood and old books hit my nostrils, and for a few seconds, I pretended everything was fine.But then I remembered…Everything was not as fine as I thought they were.I pushed myself up and dragged my fingers th

Ivy"Get up. Everyone's watching. Don't just stand there and do nothing," the words hit my ears and I stood erect and opened my eyes on the sacred stone.This was harder than it was. I didn't know how to react to everything happening around me. The ceremony was progressing as it should but the way the spectators looked was scary.“Oh my God. What have I done this time?” I asked no one in particular as my eyes moved around.As if that was not all, I began to pray for the ground to open up and swallow me. I wanted this to pass me by because I was becoming so uncomfortable.My heart raced and sweat trickled down my back despite the cold breeze that swept across the area.My throat burned, and I could still feel the sting of every eye locked on me.The entire crowd circled around me, standing in perfect silence but it wasn't a respectful one.No. This silence was heavy, biting and filled with expectation. They wanted to know, they wanted to see.Was I going to disappoint them? I had no id

Irene"She still hasn't come out of her room?" I asked, standing outside Ivy's door with a tray of her favorite food.I was tired.Not physically. I mean, if I was only tired physically, I could always push through that.But, no. My tiredness had pushed beyond the physical. I was now mentally, emotionally, and in ways I couldn’t name, I was drained.Motherhood was beautiful, but it was also brutal.No one prepared me for this part. This part where your child shuts you out and nothing you say or do seems enough.I stood there for a while, hoping she would open the door. Maybe she was standing on the other side too but there was nothing from her.No shuffling, no sniffles and no light creek of movement.I knocked again, softly.“Ivy, it's me. Please, just eat something.""I’m not hungry," her voice finally came and it was rather quiet and muffled.That should have made me feel better but It didn’t.Her voice sounded hollow and lifeless. I didn’t need to ask how she was feeling. I coul