Semua Bab My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Bab 81 - Bab 90

OLIVIA’S POVThe kids had been buzzing with excitement from the moment they opened their eyes that morning. It was their birthday, but more than the cake, the balloons, or the gifts, it was him they were excited about. Their father. In our previous pack, it was always Derek who tried his best to fill the gap of the father figure in their life, but as the werewolves, they could sense that they weren’t connected by blood.If it weren’t for our blood connections, then Derek would have claimed them as their own a long time ago and I wouldn’t have stopped him. He was everything my kids deserved.I shook my head and tried to focus on today.It was their first birthday with Dominic in their lives. Even though I’d been wary, I allowed it. I’d told myself it was for them. They deserved to know their father—even if I didn’t trust him completely, even if it still hurt to be near him. I was willing to put all of that aside for their smiles.Aria had made me sit down so she could braid my hair, al

OLIVIA’S POVAfter the chaos earlier, Dominic did something unexpected—he offered to take the kids for a sweet treat. And surprisingly, it worked. Ice cream always had a magical effect on them, especially Aria. The moment that strawberry swirl touched her lips, she giggled like nothing bad had ever happened. Noah, with his face smeared in chocolate fudge, was already challenging his father to a race to the next ride before I could even finish my cone.It warmed my heart to see them this way—carefree, happy, kids just being kids.We ended up covering almost every ride in the amusement park. From the carousel to the bumper cars, the spinning teacups to the small rollercoaster that made Noah scream and Aria laugh until she cried—it was like we had stepped into a temporary bubble of joy. They even convinced Dominic and me to ride the Ferris wheel, and though we sat in different cabins, I saw the way he looked at them from his, the way his face lit up every time they waved down at him.The

DOMINIC’S POVIt was easy to win the kids’ hearts.They were young, innocent, and starved for the kind of affection I was finally ready to give. They smiled at the simplest things—ice cream cones, a goofy photo, holding my hand while waiting for a ride. It was so easy, too easy.But Olivia… she wasn’t budging.I glanced at her in the rearview mirror—her gaze fixed out the window, arms folded across her chest. Aria sat beside her, humming to herself, oblivious to the tension. Noah had nodded off, his head resting against Olivia’s arm.“She’s not going to make this easy,” I muttered under my breath.“Really now? So you only want to win the kids?” my wolf asked, cutting through my thoughts with a growl of disapproval.“No,” I responded quickly. “Of course not. But if I win the kids, she’ll have no choice but to stay.”“That’s where you’re making a mistake again,” he snapped. “You’re trying to manipulate the outcome. You think winning the kids will tether her to you. But she’s not a prize

OLIVIA’S POVThe house was quiet when we stepped inside, a stark contrast to the laughter and music that had filled the night just an hour ago. The kids, barely keeping their eyes open, clung to me like sleepy little vines, their energy finally drained after what had been the most eventful birthday of their lives.Dominic stood just behind me, his presence unfamiliar but no longer unwelcome, not after tonight.“You can… lay them down,” I said softly, adjusting Aria’s weight in my arms as I looked at him. “If you want.”His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he looked at me like I’d just handed him the world.“Really?” he asked, voice quiet and careful, like he was afraid I’d change my mind.I nodded.He took Noah’s hand gently. “Come on, champ,” he whispered. “Let’s get you to bed.”Noah didn’t resist. Neither d

OLIVIA’S POVDerek didn’t flinch. “This isn’t a courtesy call. We’re here for justice.”“This,” I said, keeping my voice steady, “is the proof we’ve been working on.”Dominic’s eyes never left me, even as his fingers brushed the worn edges of the folder. His expression was unreadable, like he was trying to keep a dam of emotions behind that impassive Alpha mask of his. I didn’t let it rattle me. Not this time.“The message that lured my mother away that night—it’s all in there,” I continued. “It matches her statement word for word. The time, the phrasing… everything. And it didn’t come from within this pack. It came from Nightfang. We have the logs, we have the IP trace, and the time stamps. A full digital trail. You are well aware that my mother has no connection with Nightfang pack so it’s quite clear that someone is trying to frame her.”He opened the folder and began scanning it, each page flipped with a deliberate slowness. His jaw tightened, and I noticed the subtle bob of his t