All Chapters of Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

🖱️Jayden🖱️ I was trying to quietly slip away, blend into the chaos like smoke, the girl beside me turned so fast her hair nearly slapped me in the face. She grinned like she’d been waiting for the end of class just to attack me. “You are fucking famous man can we be friends.” I blinked at her. Me. Famous. I pointed at myself just to be sure she wasn’t talking to the air behind me. “Me. Famous.” She nodded so hard I thought her head would fall off. “Yes you. You are all over Wippygram and—” “Wippy what…” I asked because this was already going downhill. Her smile dropped. “Please don’t tell me you are not on Wippy.” “What Wippy.” I stared at her. My confusion just kept getting heavier. At this point it felt like a backpack of bricks strapped to my brain. She softened like she pitied me. “Oh sweet stars you are serious.” She dug into her bag, pulled out her phone and unlocked it with a flick. Her thumbs moved fast. Then she turned the screen toward me. And there it was

🖱️Sammy🖱️ I begged. I, the future Alpha, the good king everyone keeps calling me behind my back, actually begged that blood-sucking menace… and he still refused. The moment the word left my mouth, my pride cracked. My wolf snapped his teeth at me and then shut me out completely, like he couldn’t believe I humiliated us over a human. The silence in my head was worse than any growl. He didn’t want to look at me. Didn’t want to hear me. Didn’t want to share the same mind with me after what I did. Begging for a human was already bad. Begging Victor of all creatures made it a whole new level of stupid. My chest burned with it. My stomach twisted. I felt like I’d handed him my spine on a silver platter and asked him to break it. I gave him one last look before leaving the hallway, but nothing changed. He was still standing there like a smug nightmare, like he knew exactly how deep the shame cut. His eyes were too steady. His expression too calm. That was how he punished people. Not

🖱️Jayden🖱️ I was done. Fully, completely, absolutely done with this psycho who clearly woke up every morning and chose chaos as his breakfast. Because who grabs someone’s face and tries to kiss them like life is some dramatic fantasy romance where consent doesn’t exist. If you like someone, you tell them. You talk. You flirt. You ask. You do not pounce. But no. Not the fool. He decided to lean in like he owned air, space, gravity, and my entire personal existence. When he kissed me the last time, I was caught off guard but now never. And I reacted the only way a sane human would. I slapped him so hard my own palm tingled. The echo still rang in my ears. His shocked expression still burned in my memory. He looked like someone unplugged his brain and forgot to install it back. “If you ever try that shit with me again, you’ll get more than a slap. Understand?” I yelled that right in his face. Right in front of everyone. And he just stood there. Stunned. Confused. Breath

🖱️Sammy🖱️ I didn’t even know how I walked out of that cafeteria. My feet moved, but my mind stayed frozen in that one impossible moment. My wolf felt humiliated beyond sanity and I on the other hand felt shocked to the point my thoughts couldn’t line up. The sting of his slap kept replaying in my head, not because it hurt, but because it happened at all. I was slapped. Me. In front of the entire cafeteria. Over a kiss. A kiss that should have drawn worship, not a hand across my face. Does he even understand how many people in this academy would sell their souls just to be kissed by me. They would beg for it. They would fight for it. They would bleed for it. But him. That stubborn human. He didn’t melt. He didn’t blush. He didn’t even stare at me like everyone else does. He slapped me like he believed I had no right to touch him. Like I was nothing but a mistake he refused to let happen again. But then again he is human. A human who doesn’t know his place yet. A human who doesn’t

🖱️Jayden🖱️ The knock came again, louder this time, snapping me out of my downward spiral. Before I could even move, the door swung open like it owned the hinges, and Jane burst in with the energy of a tiny hurricane. “Why are you not dressed,” she said, her eyes widening the second she took in the sight of me still in my cleaning clothes and the room half-done. Then she froze. Her nose wrinkled. Her entire face twisted. “This place doesn’t smell right,” she said. “Or look right. What kind of dark, depressing bachelor cave is this.” Before I could defend myself and explain that yes, I was cleaning, thank you very much, she snapped her fingers. A breeze rippled through the room. My clothes folded themselves. The dust lifted right off the shelves. The trash floated into the bin. The sheets straightened like invisible hands pulled them tight. Even the air felt lighter, like someone opened all the windows and let the sun in. I stood there staring like an idiot. River sat up in his