All Chapters of Avoiding My Alpha Baby Daddy : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Isadora's POVThe doctor left immediately after, understandably unsettled.I was still deep in thought when the door opened again.Kieran stepped inside, his face tired, his eyes shadowed.He looked at me first, then at the boy, frowning slightly. “What’s wrong?”I blinked. “What?”“You’re pale as a sheet.” His brows furrowed. “did something happen while I was gone?”I hesitated.Then, without missing a beat, I put on my best heartbroken mother's face, letting my lip tremble slightly.“It’s nothing,” I murmured, my voice thick. “I just… It’s hard seeing him like this.”I glanced at the boy, softening my tone.“Our poor little Julian.”Kieran exhaled, running a hand through his hair. He looked utterly drained, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion.He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Come on. It’s time to leave.”I nodded, smoothing out my dress and breathing a sigh of relief.Kieran turned and, telegraphing his movements, gently picked up Julian, shushing the boy when he whim

Isadora’s POVThe morning was already off to a terrible start.I had barely slept, not because I felt guilty—guilt was a useless emotion—but because I knew what was coming. My father wasn’t the kind of man who overlooked mistakes; I had made one. A big one.He was coming today to fix it.I sat in the grand sitting room, my tea untouched as I waited. The manor was quiet, but my nerves weren’t. I had sent the staff to ensure everything was in order, that Julian was kept occupied, and, most importantly, to keep Kieran away from this meeting. He had a council gathering today—an opportunity I wouldn’t waste.My father arrived precisely on time.The front doors swung open, and he stepped inside as if he owned the place.He was a man who commanded respect effortlessly. Even at his age, he was an imposing man.He removed his gloves slowly, eyes sweeping the room before settling on me. “Isadora.”I stood, smoothing out my dress and offering a polite nod. “Father,” I said sweetly.There wa

Walsh's PovEven as I strolled through the park, hand in my pocket, expression as benign as ever, I could feel Kieran’s gaze burning into my back.Typical.I hadn’t expected him to be so bold as to follow us himself. I had assumed he’d send his men—perhaps a few well-trained shadows lurking in the distance. And he did but he was here too, watching me, trailing behind like a wolf waiting to pounce.How predictable.And yet, how irritating.I kept my stride unhurried, my demeanour relaxed. The child at my side—Aiden, not that Kieran had the slightest clue—remained stiff, but his eyes were alight with curiosity. He had stopped searching for an immediate escape and had instead started absorbing his surroundings.Good.Distraction was key.“Let’s find you something nice, hmm?” I said smoothly, leading him toward a small vendor stall filled with plush toys and colourful souvenirs.He hesitated, then trailed after me, wary but intrigued.The vendor, a cheerful woman with bright red hair,

Kieran's povI tried to ignore the nagging feeling in my chest, but it gnawed at me with every passing second. Julian was... different. Not in a way that screamed something was wrong, but in a way that made every instinct in me go on high alert. He spoke now, bright and cheerful, the same little boy I had always wanted him to be. But it was too sudden, too convenient.Sitting across from him at breakfast, I watched him chatter excitedly about a bird he saw outside his window that morning. His hands waved as he spoke, his little fingers flitting through the air like they were drawing pictures of his words. Isadora was eating with a pleased, self-satisfied look on her face as if she had single-handedly brought him out of his silence. The elder, Walsh, sat beside her, as casual as ever, sipping his tea with deliberate slowness. He was watching me, I realized, measuring my reaction.I pushed my plate aside, appetite lost. "Julian," I said carefully, "do you remember the day at the park?

Kieran's Pov (A few hours later)I clenched my jaw as I sat in my car, staring at the grainy images on my laptop screen. Tobias Maximorff. The name sat there like a curse, a damnation I hadn’t seen coming. The man who had helped Naya escape, the man who had played a part in the twisted game Isadora and her father were weaving—he was right in front of me now, in these pictures. And standing beside him, in an apron dusted with pollen, smiling as if the world hadn’t burned in her wake, was Naya.My stomach twisted as I clicked through more images. A flower shop. She ran a goddamn flower shop. The simplicity of it felt like a joke, like an elaborate ruse that mocked the storm she had left behind. She was supposed to be gone, unreachable, a ghost in the past. Instead, here she was, posing with a bouquet in her hands, a man’s arm slung around her waist in a way that was far too intimate for my liking.Tobias wasn’t just some rogue operative. No, he had built a life with her. A life t