Semua Bab Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Bab 1 - Bab 10

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was a sharp, searing pain in my abdomen.“Ugh…” I groaned softly, trying to piece together what had happened. And then it all came rushing back—memories crashing through my head like shards of broken glass.My trembling hand moved to my stomach. That place… where warmth once lived, where life once stirred within me. Now it was flat. Empty. A hollow ache bloomed in my chest.“Where… is my baby?” My voice came out barely above a whisper. Panic clawed at me as my eyes darted around the room, desperate to find someone—anyone—who could give me an answer.And there he was. Alaric.For a fleeting second, relief washed over me. Of course he was here. He should be here. He was my mate—the father of my child.“Alaric,” I called out, my throat tight. “What happened? Where’s my baby? Why am I… here?”He turned slowly. His eyes locked on mine—cold, dark, and merciless, like a moonless night.And in that moment, I realized there was something far more t

“How dare you!”Alaric’s hand shot out, fisting the collar of my shirt and yanking me so hard my feet nearly left the floor. Pain lanced through my still-weak stomach, choking the breath out of me. I had no choice but to look up at the man who once swore to protect me.His eyes, once a deep, endless black, began to shift, burning into a molten gold. Fenrir—his wolf—was surfacing, his rage breaking free.“Do you want to humiliate me even more, Cassandra?” His voice was low and rough, but each word cracked like thunder.His Alpha aura pressed down on me until the air itself felt too thin to breathe. My body trembled, my chest tight, as though invisible hands were squeezing the life out of me.“S-stop… Alaric …” My voice came out with a pitiful whimper. My hands shook as I tried to push his arm away, striking him weakly, pleading for him to wake up. But his grip only tightened, draining the last of my strength.His eyes on me were cold—like I was no wife of his, just a stain on his honor.

Cassandra's PoV I stared at the two large suitcases in the corner of the room.My eyes wandered across the house I’d lived in for the past few years—the place that once felt warm and full of love. Now, it was nothing but cold and hollow. Those suitcases weren’t just luggage. They were the symbol of everything that had come to an end.And right there, on the coffee table beside me, lay a stack of divorce papers—marking the end of my life as I knew it.My phone buzzed softly. A new message flashed on the screen.[Two plane tickets for you and your daughter have been prepared. We await your return, Mrs. Vale.]I took a deep breath, trying to steady the ache in my chest. “Today… I’ll see Alaric one last time,” I whispered to myself. “I just want my baby back. Then I’ll leave this place forever.”But just as I reached for the door, a thunderous bang made me jump.BANG!“Open the door, Cassandra!”My eyes widened. “Who is that?!” Who dared to pound on my door like that?“OPEN THE DOOR!”Bef

Alaric’s POVThe room was silent—so quiet that the ticking clock on the wall sounded deafening.The pile of documents before me meant nothing anymore. Every word on those pages blurred together, drowned by the same haunting image that refused to fade—Cassandra.I shut my eyes and pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to ease the growing frustration clawing inside me. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.The pen slipped from my hand, clattering against the marble desk with a sharp metallic echo. The sound vanished almost instantly, swallowed by the emptiness of the room. Only the slow tick of the clock and the weight of my own breathing remained.A glance at my wristwatch told me it was past nine. Once again, I’d missed dinner with Lyra.She’d be angry. But I couldn’t bring myself to care.What truly drove me insane wasn’t Lyra’s anger—it was the cruel truth that every time I looked at her… I saw her.Cassandra.That ghost never left me. Even now, as my gaze drifted to the fra

Alaric’s voice was low and deep—yet to me, it cracked like a whip.The world seemed to stop spinning.I lowered my head slightly, trying to hide the trembling in my hands. Pain rose inside me, sharp and unrelenting. Every breath I took reminded me of how easily he’d thrown me away, as if I had never mattered. That wound had never truly healed—it had only been buried under silence and time. And now, standing before him again, it was wide open.“GET HER OUT OF THIS PARTY!”Lyra’s voice tore through the hall, shrill and furious. All eyes turned toward me.My body went rigid. Not from fear—but from the familiar ache that crawled from the pit of my stomach to my chest. The remnants of a bond once severed, now pulsing again as if mocking me forever caring.Once, they’d cast me out—bleeding, weak, and stripped of my child. And now, they were trying to do it again. In front of everyone. As if I were a curse they needed to banish.“Ah,” Orion’s quiet chuckle broke through the tension, but it fa