All Chapters of (Not) My Husband: Still The Father Of Our Children: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The morning sunlight poured over the sprawling two-hectare property, casting a golden glow on the dew-laden grass stretching far into the distance. The earth was still cool and damp from last night’s rain, the air sharp and alive with the scent of eucalyptus, freshly turned soil—and beneath it all, the subtle, intoxicating waft of Sebastian’s lavender pheromones, drifting on the breeze, pulling at something deep inside Ezra.Sebastian padded softly through the yard, oversized rubber boots squelching in the mud, a wicker basket swinging gently at his side. His sweatshirt hung loose over his slim frame, sleeves pushed up. His curls were tousled and messy, damp with dew, and his cheeks flushed pink from the crisp morning air—and from whatever invisible pull Ezra could already feel under his skin, heating his blood without a single word.The twins were in full action mode, their shrieks of laughter cutting through the quiet. Camden, eyes w

The night was still, the house dark except for the soft glow of the bedside lamp that illuminated the bedroom. The air was heavy, thick with the weight of everything that had unfolded that afternoon. In the quiet darkness, the twins were nestled between Sebastian and Ezra, their little bodies pressed close for comfort. Their breathing was shallow, uneven—clearly unsettled, disturbed by what they had witnessed earlier. Despite the exhaustion that hung over them, sleep didn’t come easily.Sebastian’s body was tense, his mind still reeling from the chaos, but his heart focused entirely on the children, on their need for comfort, for reassurance. Ezra was beside him, silently watching, his hand resting on Sebastian’s shoulder, a constant presence of support. But Sebastian knew this was his moment, his responsibility to guide them back to calm.He inhaled slowly, grounding himself in the rhythm of breath. Instinctively, something

Clara came by on Thursday, unannounced. The scent of cinnamon and browned butter hung in the air but it wasn’t alone. Ezra’s rut was coming, and the house had begun to soak in it. Spiced sandalwood, heady and warm, bled into every room like wildfire. It clung to the walls, curled beneath the cupboards, coated the kitchen tile like a second skin. The twins were perched on stools at the kitchen island, licking frosting from spatulas while Sebastian leaned over a tray of cookies, sleeves rolled up, curls loose around his face. One of Ezra’s old flannel shirts hung off his shoulders, half-buttoned over a thin tank top, hips swaying slightly to the music playing low from his phone. Sebastian’s lavender scent, usually soft, had turned sharp around the edges—defensive, wild—tinged with citrus and static. A sign he was cranky. Overstimulated. His body reacting to the Alpha across the room like he wa

TW: CNC (ALPHA BEING DUMB AND OMEGA BEING DUMBER FOR LETTING IT HAPPEN) The bedroom was silent but for the ticking of the old clock, steady as a heartbeat—until Sebastian whispered: “I’d go out with him.” Ezra froze. His head bowed, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if already containing something he couldn’t name. Sebastian swallowed, watching him. “Even if you’re jealous. Even if it eats you up.” Ezra didn’t hear anything after that. Not really. Something in him snapped. The only thing tethering him to restraint—gone. He was on Sebastian in a second. No warning. No words. Sebastian’s back hit the bed so hard it rattled the frame. Ezra shoved his thighs apart, bent him in half, already deep, already swelling, the thick base of his cock nudging insistently a

Ezra stood at the doorway, scent muted, breath held.Sebastian and Mia were curled up in bed, lavender and citrus wrapped around each other like a lullaby. Their legs tangled beneath the covers, their voices hushed, hidden beneath the soft glow of the nightlight.Ezra couldn't make out what they were saying—but Mia’s expression was peaceful, and Sebastian…Sebastian smelled like home. Lavender and warmth, soft musk and quiet strength. That comforting Omega scent that once wrapped around Ezra in the dark now stayed far from his reach.Ezra’s chest constricted. The air in the hallway was thick with everything he couldn’t say.He didn’t interrupt. He backed away, tail tucked metaphorically between his legs.Downstairs, the twins snored from their living room fort, a haze of young Alpha scent mixed with cookie crumbs and crushed pillows. Ezra tiptoed past, ignoring the flicker of sandalwood that clung to them.He l