All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I never imagined I’d spend my thirtieth birthday like this—heavily pregnant, sitting in a glittering ballroom, forced to watch my Alpha mate flirt shamelessly with my sister under the bright lights meant to celebrate my day.Alaric Drayden—my husband, my Alpha—was hosting the grand ball. I didn’t want to come. I told him I was tired, that the baby was kicking too much, that the scent of perfume and champagne would make me sick. But he’d looked at me with that charming smile and said, “It’s not just my victory, Cass. It’s yours too. Our pack should celebrate both of us.”So I came. I wanted to be the supportive wife—the Luna who stood proudly by her Alpha’s side.I put on the white silk dress he chose, smiled for the cameras, and tried to ignore the growing uneasy twisting in my gut.I should have known better. I should have stayed home.Because tonight, surrounded by applause and flashing lights, I realized the cruelest truth of all—my husband wasn’t celebrating me.He was celebrating

I couldn’t sleep all night. Everything that happened replayed in my mind so vividly it felt like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. The celebration. The moment I collapsed. The premature birth. Alaric’s fury—his accusations that cut deeper than any wound. And then… the sight I couldn’t erase from my head: Lyra, in his arms.But none of that mattered compared to the one thing clawing at my chest—the whereabouts of my baby.“Where’s my baby?” My voice came out hoarse when the doctor and nurses entered my room that morning. I didn’t care about anything else. I just needed to see her.“Please calm down, Luna Cassandra,” the doctor said carefully. “You’ve just undergone major surgery and pushed your body too far. You need to rest—”“Where is my daughter?!” I snapped, my patience breaking.The doctor’s expression tightened, then he forced a wide, practiced smile as if to hide something. “You should focus on recovering first.”“No.” I sat up straighter despite the knife-like p

Alaric’s PoV“I want a divorce.”Those words kept ringing in my head. Divorce? She dared to demand a divorce from me?How dare Cassandra say that, as if I’m the one at fault?“Does she not realize how filthy her behavior has been?” I growled under my breath, fists clenching until my knuckles ached. I stood in the secretary’s office, refusing to share the same space with that wretched woman. My jaw tightened, my teeth grinding audibly. “She’s the one who cheated, the one who betrayed my love, but now… she’s the one asking to be free of me?”Damn these memories. They burned themselves into me—the night we made our vows beneath the moonlight, her dazzling smile, the face I couldn’t look away from, the gentle, loving gaze I thought belonged to me alone. I once believed Cassandra Vale was everything in my life.But ever since those photos—those cursed photos Lyra showed me—I’ve been living in hell. At first, I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t. My Luna could never do something that lies behind

FIVE YEARS LATER“Victory—again!”Cheers erupted around the courtroom as the judge struck the gavel for the final time. My team broke into applause, their voices echoing through the chamber while I slowly exhaled the tension I’d been holding for days. Removing my robe, I glanced at the stack of documents on the desk—my hard-earned victory, the tangible proof that justice had prevailed once more.“As always, Cassandra Vale remains undefeated,” one of my teammates said proudly, clapping my shoulder.I gave a small, tired smile. “It’s not me who won. Justice finally sided where it should. And I couldn’t have done it without all of you. Thank you.”“Oh, she’s still as humble as ever.”“That’s our Cassandra!”We all laughed together. Someone started talking about throwing a small celebration, but all I wanted was sleep. Too many sleepless nights had gone into this case. As we exited the courthouse, still talking and joking, a familiar teasing voice broke through the noise.“Don’t tell me yo

“I still don’t understand why I have to attend this boring welcome party,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.Orion lounged in his chair, one leg casually crossed over the other, a glass of red wine swirling lazily in his hand. On the glossy black marble table between us sat a paper bag from an elite boutique—and beside it, a small velvet box containing a silver mask.“Because they need to know who stands beside me,” he said calmly.I crossed my arms. “Or because they need to know who’s going to destroy them in court?”A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Both.”Finally, he looked at me—those hazel eyes, deep and unrelenting, like a storm that never fades. His gaze didn’t just pierce; it dared me to stop hiding. “And since the invitation came from Alaric himself,” he continued, his tone low, almost a whisper, “it would be rude to refuse.”I froze. The mere mention of that name made the air feel heavier, harder to breathe.“You do realize the party will be held at Sil