All Chapters of My Best Friends Dad Is My Second Chance Mate: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Vanessa’s POV Despite my best efforts to guard my heart, I found myself falling for Alexander all over again. I tried so hard not to fall after everything that had happened, but my fragile heart had always belonged to him. I used to think I only loved Alpha Alexander as my best friends' father, but as I grew older, my thoughts about him changed. I started imagining what he looked like shirtless, wondering about the man beneath the surface. My first fantasies had been about an older man with a young girl, something I brushed off at the time. Now, it's clear: I wanted him even before I knew I loved him. Each thoughtful gesture, each surprise, chipped away at the walls I had built around my emotions. The mere thought of him sent warmth spreading through me, my skin heating and my heart racing uncontrollably. It was maddening, this tug-of-war between my heart and my mind. My heart yearned to be with him, to embrace the connection that pulsed between us with vibrant, undeniable

Vanessa’s POV I lay in bed, Evie's words echoing in my mind, a constant reminder of her growing weakness and our extraordinary bond with Alexander. The weight of the revelation pressed heavily on my chest, making it hard to breathe. My thoughts churned, a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, confusion, and an unexpected tenderness towards Alexander. Just as I was sinking deeper into my turmoil, I heard sounds from the front door. My heightened senses, a gift of my new lycan form, picked up the faint murmur of voices. I focused, honing in on the conversation outside. "I'm here to see Little—Vanessa," Alexander voice, strong and steady, reached my ears. "Why? Why are you going to see her?" Alfie’s voice was sharp, filled with incredulity and barely contained rage. "It's complicated, Alfie. Vanessa and I... we're together. We are mates." He sounded so confident and determined. The confession made my heart skip a beat. Despite everything, Alexander was willing to face his son

Alpha Alexander’s POV I knelt beside Vanessa, the weight of the situation fully sinking in. The reality of having a baby at forty-two hit me like a tidal wave. I already had twenty-three-year-old children, and now I was about to start all over again. And with my children's best friend, no less. It felt surreal, almost unbelievable. I stood up slowly, moved back to my chair, and sat down heavily. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Joy, fear, confusion, and a hint of guilt battled for dominance. I glanced at Vanessa, her eyes still glistening with tears, and felt a surge of protective instinct. Yet, the implications of this new chapter were overwhelming. "Are you okay?" Vanessa’s voice was tentative, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. I took a deep breath, trying to articulate the tumultuous emotions inside me. "I... I don't know how to feel," I admitted, my voice unsteady. "Having a baby at forty-two, when I already have twenty-three-year-old children... it

Vanessa’s POV Alexander’s desire surged unexpectedly, leaving me breathless and exhilarated as he guided me onto the bed. His presence radiated raw passion and urgency, igniting a fire within me that burned with equal intensity. Without a word, he moved with primal hunger, unleashing everything he had held back. His gaze bore into mine with an intensity that made my heart race, conveying a need that ran deep. In a bold move, he tore open the bodice of my dress, the sound of fabric tearing loud in the room. My breath caught as the fabric fell away, leaving me exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze. With a swift motion, he shed his own shirt, revealing powerful muscles rippling beneath his skin. A growl escaped his lips as he descended upon me, his hands and lips claiming me with a hunger both primal and possessive. Shoving my bra up under my chin, he exposed my breasts to him. The air crackled with electricity as he captured one of my nipples, his mouth hot and demanding

Alpha Alexander’s POV The next morning, I woke before Vanessa, greeted by the soft dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over her peaceful face. Seeing her serene and content filled me with pride, knowing I was the reason behind her happiness. She lay beside me, bathed in the morning light, her pale skin radiant. I admired the intricate tattoos that adorned her, each one a testament to her strength and resilience. My gaze lingered on a name inked just below her left breast: Reynard. It stirred deep emotions within me, recalling how she used to call me by that name, her male fox. Feeling overwhelmed with love and disbelief, I gently traced the letters of my name on her skin. In that moment, everything felt perfect. Vanessa and I were bound in a way that transcended words, a connection that had always existed between us. Pulling her closer, I embraced her warmth, feeling her steady breath against me. I kissed her forehead tenderly, conveying all the emoti