All Chapters of My Alpha Daddy. : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 141. Pearl’s Pov. I sat on the edge of my bed in my room, staring down at my fingers while struggling to hold back the tears burning in my eyes. My chest was tight as I breathed slowly, trying not to break. It had been three days. Three long days, and Alpha Lucian had not checked in on me, not even once, and he had stayed far away from me as though I were a disease he could catch if he came too close. Every corner of the pack house reminded me of him, yet he acted like I did not exist. My heart was breaking. The pain in my heart was becoming unbearable and now, I was tired. Tired of pretending I was fine. Tired of staying silent. I wanted my Alpha Lucien back. I wanted us to be back in each others again. To hold love and cherish each other as we used to. This wasn't what I envisioned, I thought that after my wolf. That I would be his wife. That he would fall in love with me deeper and we will finally get to be with each other. But things was suddenly different

Chapter 143. Alpha Lucian’s POV. I stared at myself then back at Mila, unable to control myself or the reality of the words I was just hearing. It was hard to believe. Hard to process! So in that moment, I dropped my eyes back to my chest, and once again to Mila. My lashes fluttered, and I blinked back rapidly as my mind struggled to understand what I was seeing and what Mila was saying. I lifted my hand slowly and rubbed my chest, my fingers searching desperately for the familiar lines of the curse. There was nothing. No dark lines. No burning mark. No pain lurking beneath my skin. I blinked again. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. Still nothing. I have lived with this curse for decades! Of course, I knew the mark. I stood there, caught between shock and disbelief, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears. “Alpha Lucian,” Mila said again, her voice steady but filled with awe. “The curse is gone.” Gone? I swallowed hard, my breath heavy as the word echoed

MY ALPHA DADDY! Chapter 145. Alpha Lucian’s POV. The paper crumpled in my fist as my fingers closed around it, tightening, crushing, strangling it like it was the very thing that had stolen her from me. Like if I destroyed it enough, the words would disappear, and this nightmare would end. My chest burned. It wasn’t a normal pain. It was sharp and deep and spreading, like fire eating through my ribs, clawing straight into my heart. My breath came out uneven, broken, like I no longer remembered how to breathe properly, like my body had forgotten a basic instinct the moment I read her words. I stared at the paper again, even though I already knew every line, every word. They were carved into my mind now, etched so deeply that I would never forget them, not even if I lived a thousand years. Each second I stared, they cut deeper, reopening wounds I didn’t even know I had. She had left. My Pearl was gone. The room felt too quiet, like the world itself had paused just to watch me br

Chapter 147Pearl’s POVThe bag felt heavier with every step I took. My hands gripped the straps until my knuckles turned white, but it wasn’t the weight of the bag that slowed me…it was the pain in my stomach. A sharp, twisting, impossible-to-ignore ache that made each step a trial. My legs shook as I dragged myself through the dense undergrowth of the woods, roots and branches snagging my feet as if the earth itself were trying to hold me back.I wanted to go to Imani. I wanted to run to her, to tell her I needed help, to find some safety in someone who could guide me. But I couldn’t. Not today. Not with the Alpha somewhere out there, and not when my instinct screamed at me that even a single step toward her could be a trap. My stomach clenched as if something inside me was trying to pull itself apart. I pressed my hands against it, breathing sharply, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of my belly as I tried to suppress the pain, trying to push it down.What’s happening? Why is

Chapter 149.Pearl’s POV.I woke up slowly.Not because I wanted to, but because the pain dragged me back.My head throbbed hard, like something heavy was pressing down on it, and when I tried to open my eyes, the ceiling above me swam and blurred, shifting like it was not even real. I blinked once. Twice. My lashes felt heavy, my vision refused to settle, and my body felt strange, sore, weak, like I had been broken apart and put back together wrongly.But one thing was clear.I was lying on a bed. And this was not my room.Panic rushed through me instantly.I pushed myself up too fast, my breath hitching as pain shot through my body, my stomach twisting sharply, my head spinning harder until dark spots danced before my eyes.“Easy, young one,” a calm voice said. “Do not hurt yourself any further.”I froze.My breath caught as I blinked again, slowly this time, and turned my head toward the sound of that voice.She stood a few steps away.An old woman.No, not old in the weak sense. O