All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Cass’s POV“Please make sure the fireplace keeps Iris warm,” I said to Alice.Alice nodded obediently. “Yes, Miss Cassandra. And you should get some rest as soon as possible.”I gave a faint smile. Iris had fallen asleep faster than usual tonight. Maybe it was because of everything she’d learned from the private tutor Orion sent earlier today, leaving her pleasantly exhausted. Or maybe it was the NightFang air growing colder as the sky deepened into darkness, coaxing her into sleep beneath her blankets.“Thank you for reminding me,” I murmured, my gaze never leaving Iris.Her breathing was steady, her lashes resting softly against her cheeks, and her face—the face I had seen so often in my dreams over the years—looked so peaceful it made my chest tighten.I stood by her bedside longer than I should have.My hand lifted, hesitated, then settled only to smooth

I woke early that morning.Sunlight had just begun to slip through the sheer curtains, brushing the floor with a soft golden glow. The NightFang air was still cold, but not enough to make me shiver. I headed to the private kitchen in the east wing, deciding to prepare breakfast myself.Not because there were no servants—they were always ready to take care of everything in this mansion. But this morning… I wanted to make breakfast for Orion and Iris with my own hands. Even when some of them suggested I simply wait in the dining room, I refused.The scent of toasted bread and warm soup slowly filled the space when small footsteps sounded behind me.“Aunt Cass?”I turned. Iris stood in the doorway, her hair slightly messy, still hugging her little doll. Her eyes were bright and refreshed—and that alone was enough to make me smile.“Good morning,” I said softly. “Did you sleep well?”

"That’s right," I replied, my smile reaching my eyes this time. "You were paying very close attention."She ducked her head back down, her pen flying across the paper, before looking up yet again. "And this letter—if you arrange it like this—it changes the whole meaning, doesn't it?"I nodded encouragingly. "You're a very fast learner, Iris."Iris let out a tiny, airy laugh. It was an unburdened sound, the laugh of a child who finally had something wonderful to look forward to.And I knew then—beneath this sudden burst of academic focus was the one thing making her heart feel weightless. Hope. The chance to speak with Lyra.The realization touched me gently, yet it left a deep mark. A part of me felt a quiet sorrow—not because she missed Lyra, but because this specific brand of happiness wasn't something I could give her. I was merely the one standing by her side, the guardian ensuring her world stayed safe and steady.I watched her for a beat longer than necessary. This, I realized,

Alaric’s POVThe sharp, sterile scent of medicine and antiseptic clung to the air the moment the doors of SilverFang Hospital sealed shut behind me. The hallway was far too quiet for a place that held so much desperation. Overhead, the white lights hummed with a steady, cold indifference, as if they couldn’t care less about the lives hanging in the balance behind closed doors.I walked without haste. There was no surge of urgency in my chest, no frantic worry to quicken my pace. Only a simple, clinical awareness: Lyra was the Luna. And as the Luna, she had to be protected. It was as simple as that.Raymond was already waiting for me outside her room, his expression grave—excessively so. Through the clear glass, I could see Lyra’s body amidst a tangle of tubes and the slow, rhythmic pulse of the monitors. She looked pale, more fragile than I remembered. Yet, the sight stirred nothing in me beyond an objective assessment.

Lyra’s POVNights in the hospital always feel colder.The lights in my room are dimmed, the sound of nurses’ footsteps grows scarce, and the monitor beside my bed ticks softly—as if reminding me that my body now carries something that cannot be taken lightly.I’m still not fully used to that word. Pregnant.I rest a hand over my stomach. There’s no visible change yet, no obvious signs. But the reality is there. A small life, settled inside me for who knows how long, binding my position far more tightly than before.The door opens quietly.“Mother?”Vania enters in hurried steps, her eyes immediately locking onto me. Her face has been pale since this afternoon, but now there’s something else there—a mix of relief and excitement she can barely hide.“Lyra,” she says, slightly breathless. “Is… is this news true?”I