All Chapters of My Best Friends Dad Is My Second Chance Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vanessa’s POV As I struggled to rouse myself from the depths of fatigue, a heavy weight seemed to press down upon my eyelids, making it impossible to open them fully. My attempts to speak were met with little success, my lips feeling strangely numb and unresponsive. Panic began to bubble within me as I realized something was seriously wrong. This wasn't just a case of feeling under the weather; it was a crippling fatigue that seemed to seep into every fiber of my being, rendering me utterly powerless. The last time I had felt this sick was during my early months in the human world, a distant memory now overshadowed by the severity of my current condition. It had been four months since then; I had forgotten how it felt. I had been in the midst of rearranging the papers on Alpha Alexander’s desk, a task I had taken upon myself with a newfound sense of determination. But suddenly, a wave of dizziness had washed over me, leaving me reeling and disoriented. It was as if the ener

Alpha Alexander’s POV Tyler's words echoed in my mind, stirring up a whirlwind of questions and emotions. Who could reject Vanessa, a girl so lovely and beautiful? It seemed inconceivable to me. I couldn't fathom someone causing her such pain. She was a gem among gems, her inner beauty shining brightly for all to see. As I pondered Tyler's revelation, another thought struck me like lightning - where had Vanessa found her first mate, and what had happened between them? Delving into her past could hold the key to unraveling the mystery surrounding her first rejection. I made a mental note to investigate further, determined to uncover the secrets she had kept hidden. Whatever truths lay buried, I was resolved to unearth them, no matter the cost. Returning to the office, I found Vanessa sleeping peacefully on the couch. Despite my earlier frustrations, I couldn't help but admire her resilience. She was a fighter through and through, refusing to back down in the face of

Vanessa’s POV The first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, and I stirred from my slumber with a renewed sense of purpose coursing through my veins. The events of the previous day had ignited a fire within me, a burning determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead with unyielding resolve. Alpha Alexander’s declaration of war had only served to fuel my determination and steel my resolve against the looming threat that now hung over our heads like a dark cloud. But if he thought for one moment that I would cower in the face of his aggression, he was sorely mistaken. If he wanted a fight, then he had chosen the wrong opponent. I don't back down from a fight, and after I'm done with someone, they wish they never knew me. It seems like I've been too lenient on him. With each passing moment, my hatred for him grew more palpable, a festering wound that gnawed at my insides with every breath I took. The memory of his handsome yet monstrous face lingered like a bitter

Vanessa’s POV Entering the large building, a smile plastered on my face, I was ready for anything. The guard straightened as he saw me approaching, my morning look a stark contrast to yesterday's disheveled appearance. I arrived ten minutes before working hours, my confidence bolstered by the Uber ride I arranged with the help of the guards outside the mansion. The rhythmic clanking of my pumps echoed against the pristine floor as I straightened my posture, holding my head high. The guard's eyes flickered with surprise and disbelief at my transformation. With a self-assured nod, I met his gaze head-on, daring him to doubt my newfound poise. Yesterday, I had stumbled in looking as if I had just emerged from a lion's den. A subtle smirk played on my lips as I anticipated the reactions of my coworkers. Each step exuded self-assuredness, as if I had borrowed Amelia’s body and confidence, though it was more about asserting my own identity and strength. I refused to be over

Alpha Alexander’s POV I stepped into the elevator, ignoring the greetings from my employees. Since Frida's passing, the women’s flirtatious behavior has become more overt and persistent. It’s unsettling, and I’m beginning to wonder if there’s a genuine shift happening or if it’s just my perception. Regardless, it’s inappropriate and concerning. I may need to convene a meeting to address this before it escalates any further. As the elevator doors opened to my floor, I was greeted by a sight that instantly aroused me. My hands clenched into fists as I tried to stop myself from massaging the ache. Damn it. I hadn't yet finished reviewing the CCTV footage of Vanessa and me in my study, and the anticipation was building. Perhaps today I'll devote myself to completing it. Standing in the corridor were two women. One wore a striking red dress shirt, but it was Vanessa , in her modest attire, who captured my attention first, igniting a flurry of lascivious thoughts. Did I just swallo