บททั้งหมดของ My One-Night-Stand Alpha: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

(Almira’s POV)The moment we got home, the twins were on me."Mom, who was that man?" Hazel asked, crossing her arms. "Why wouldn’t you talk to him?"I sighed, rubbing my temples. "It’s none of your concern.""None of our concern?" Asher scoffed. "He was looking right at us like he knew us.""Yeah, and you looked like you knew him too," Hazel added.I shook my head. "Drop it, both of you.""But I think I look like him." Asher’s voice was quieter this time, but his words hit me like a dagger. "I think… he’s our father."My breath caught.I looked at my son, his sharp eyes locked onto mine, demanding an answer I couldn’t give.My chest tightened.What are they implying?"That’s ridiculous," I muttered. "Now stop talking about it.""But—""Enough!" My voice cracked through the air, harsher than I intended.Hazel flinched. Asher clenched his jaw.I wanted to take it back, to say something softer, but before I could, a familiar voice cut through the tension."Alright, that’s enough for ton

(Reginald’s POV)I scanned through reports, but my mind isn’t on them. Something has felt off all morning.I’ve ruled this pack long enough to know when something isn’t right.And today, something is definitely not right.A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts.*Tok!* *Tok!* *Tok!*“Enter,” I commanded.The door creaked open, and Beta Harold stepped inside, his face tight with unease. I arch a brow. My Beta doesn’t get rattled easily.“What is it?” I ask.“It’s Rachelle,” he says.I sigh, already irritated. “What has she done now?”“That’s the thing,” he hesitates. “She’s… changed.”I lean back in my chair, narrowing my eyes. “Changed how?”He exhales sharply. “She’s not acting like herself. The servants are talking about it. This morning, an Omega spilled water in front of her.”I wait for the part where Rachelle humiliated the poor girl, tore into her for being incompetent.“She smiled,” Harold says instead.I blink. “She what?”“She smiled. Told the Omega to be careful and w

(Almira’s POV)I stormed through the daycare doors. The sound of my heels clicking hard against the tile floor. The moment I stepped inside, the staff looked up, their faces uneasy.They know why I’m here.“Where are my children?” My voice is sharp, my voice laced with venom.One of the teachers, a woman in her mid-forties with kind eyes, steps forward hesitantly. “Ms. Sinclair, we—”“Don’t,” I snapped, holding up a hand. “Don’t you dare try to explain anything to me. I dropped my children off this morning. I watched them walk inside. And now you’re telling me they’re not here?”Another teacher, a younger woman, wrings her hands. “We… we don’t know how they left. We checked the security footage, but there’s nothing—”“Nothing?!” I laughed bitterly, though there’s no humor in it. “You’re telling me that two four-year-olds just vanished into thin air?”“We’re so sorry, Ms. Sinclair,” the first teacher says softly. “We take full responsibility, and we’re already contacting—”“Oh, you bet

(Almira’s POV)The drive home is silent. The twins sit in the back, holding their new toys. I catch glimpses of them through the rearview mirror—Hazel tracing patterns on the window, Asher staring at his lap, lost in thought. I know their young minds are full of questions, but for once, they don’t ask. Maybe they sense my stormy mood.My grip tightens around the steering wheel. My mind replays the scene at Lysander’s house over and over. His smug voice. The way he watched me. The way he called them our children.I want to scream.He has no right. No right to show up after all these years. No right to buy a house next to us. No right to see the kids and act as if he had ever been there for them.Yet, the way Hazel looked at him. The way Asher clenched his fists when I pulled them away. They felt something. A connection, a curiosity. My worst fear is already coming true—he’s planting himself in their world, slipping into their lives without my permission.I blink back my frustration and

(Mid’s POV)I don’t trust Rachelle. I never liked her as my Alpha’s Luna, but I had to accept her in order to respect Alpha Reginald’s choice. It was her who made me think that werewolf bonds are nothing when the people are too greedy for power.That’s why I don’t like her.Not that I ever really did, but lately, something’s… off.She’s different.At first, I thought it was just the pregnancy. Maybe she was happy because she finally had something to tie Alpha Lysander to her, something to hold over his head. Everyone knows she’s head over heels for Alpha Lysander, even as a kid. I heard rumors about her begging her father to sell her off as a slave to Alpha Lysander, which I found really weird.I thought it was cute—a girl who would do anything for the man she loves. But then I slowly realize that what she feels for my Alpha isn’t love—it’s obsession. She would do anything to make him her mate.I have been watching her for years. I honestly felt bad for her at one point. I witnessed h