Lahat ng Kabanata ng Avoiding My Alpha Baby Daddy : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Naya's POVFor a long moment, neither of us speaks.Then Tobias lets out a sharp breath, shoving his gun back into its holster."This is bullshit," he mutters.I agree.But what choice do I have?—Tobias POVSomething is wrong.Naya, after managing to pull herself from the couch, had immediately started packing.She moves like a machine, stuffing clothes into the suitcase without emotion, without hesitation. That’s what makes it so wrong.She should have been resisting, fighting against it.Why is she so obedient?I cross my arms. "What's wrong?" I ask sharply after I can't take it any more.She doesn’t look at me. "Nothing, I'm fine."I narrow my eyes. "That’s a lie."She exhales, pausing for a moment.Then she turns to me, her gaze dull. "Tobias, it doesn’t matter anymore. We’re leaving tonight. That’s final."A muscle in my jaw twitches.I don’t like this.I don’t like how she looks—like she’s already lost.Something happened.And I don’t trust the Elder.I take a slow step forwa

Naya's POV (One Week Later)The hospital felt too quiet the day we left. I held my babies close, one in each arm, their warmth filling my chest with joy as I snuggled against their wool covered heads.Julian and Aiden maximoff.They were the best babies in the world.Tobias had taken care of the paperwork, settled things with the hospital staff. I was too tired to ask what he told them, too lost in the hazy aftermath of birth to care about much else. After a week in the hospital—one boring week filled with sterile corridors and whispered reassurances between them and the kids—I thought we might finally have a moment to catch our breath. Tobias and I, weary but determined, decide to settle in this new country, where I can hope to rebuild my messy life.Somewhere the kids could grow peacefully.The drive was smooth for the first few miles. The twins were sleeping in their car seats, and for the first time in days, I let myself breathe. The city stretched behind us, fading into ope

John's POVThe school bus hummed steadily along the quiet coastal road, sunlight reflecting off its yellow frame as it navigated the gentle curves of the cliffs. The scent of the sea mixed with the warm, salty breeze, and the distant cries of seagulls carried through the air.Inside, children chattered excitedly, their voices blending into a cheerful hum. Some talked about their favourite cartoons, others about their parents, and a few giggled over silly games.Today was my neighbour Aiden's first day at school, and I was tasked with closely monitoring him. If it were other kids, I wouldn't care much, but Aiden happened to be one well-behaved kid I liked, there was nothing for the Misses to fear; I would be Aiden's protector from this cruel world, just as I had promised, besides it was more than okay to have him attending the same school as myself.“Good morning, Aiden,” I greeted, but he bashfully looked away, running towards an empty seat in the back. Aiden sat near the window, sm

Agent Callum’s POVI knew this mission was going to be a pain in the ass the second we grabbed the kid.It should have been simple—retrieve the Alpha’s long-lost son, clean him up, hand him over, and be done with it. A textbook recovery operation.But from the moment we brought the kid in, nothing felt right.We had dumped him on the medical cot as soon as we arrived, letting the pack healer do her thing. He was a mess—dirty, bruised, his tiny body curled in on itselfThe woman ran a hand over him, checking for wounds. “Mild concussion,” she murmured. “No serious injuries.”Good. That meant he’d be fit to see the Alpha soon, and we could be done with this.But then the kid woke up.And all hell broke loose.---His eyes fluttered open, dark lashes blinking slowly.At first, he just stared at the ceiling, his small face scrunched up in confusion. Then his nose twitched, and his expression shifted—wariness, unease. His fingers twitched against the blanket.Then his eyes flickered to u

Kieran's POVI wasn’t going to rely on guesswork.I needed a professional.Dr Holden arrived the following day. He was an older man with greying hair and a kind of calm, unreadable expression that made it impossible to express his thoughts. He was a child psychologist, the best in his field, and if anyone could figure out what was going on, it was him.I stood off to the side, watching as he carefully approached the bed where Julian sat.“Hello, Julian,” he said gently. “My name is Dr. Holden. I’m here to help.”Julian’s fingers curled a little tighter around the blanket.Dr. Holden crouched slightly, keeping his voice slow and measured. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”Nothing. The boy didn’t even blink. He just shuffled closer to the wall and sniffled.Dr. Holden glanced at me before continuing, “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk yet. I know this situation is very confusing. But I promise you’re safe.”Still nothing.Dr. Holden straightened, adjusting his glasses. “It’s s