All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Alaric’s POVI leave the hospital without looking back.The night air of SilverFang is cold, biting—but not enough to quiet the chaos in my head. City lights line the streets like silent witnesses, far too bright for what should have been a quiet night. I get into the car, give a brief signal to the guards, and close my eyes for a moment before the engine starts.I don’t feel guilty.What I feel is exhaustion—dense and heavy—and anger, neatly contained.SilverFang Manor greets me with a deceptive stillness. The moment I step into my study, Russel is already there. Files are spread across the desk. His expression is tense, like a man who knows the next piece of news won’t sit well with anyone.“Lyra’s condition is stable,” he begins. “The healers confirmed there are no further complications tonight.”“Good,” I reply curtly, pulling off my coa

Cassandra’s POVNightFang felt calm that morning.Not the kind of calm that was empty, but a living calm—measured footsteps from the servants, the warm scent of bread drifting from the kitchen, and Iris’s small laughter carrying from the reading room. I stood at the doorway, watching her from a distance. Iris sat cross-legged on the carpet, a book open on her lap, occasionally murmuring the new words she had just learned.She looked… safe.The contrast struck me without mercy.In SilverFang—chaos.Here—peace.“Aunt Cass,” Iris called without looking up. “How do you read this word?”I walked closer. “Slowly. Don’t rush.”She nodded and returned to her focus. A few seconds passed before she spoke again—this time with a different tone.“Why hasn’t Dad called again?”The question came out of now

Cassandra’s POVI only realized something was different when a servant stopped me in the hallway leading to the kitchen.“Miss Cassandra,” she said with a smile that was a little too polished to be mere courtesy, “dinner is ready.”I turned, mildly confused. “I haven’t—”“The Alpha has asked that you not go down to the kitchen tonight,” she continued gently. “He hopes you’ll spend the evening with Miss Iris.”I paused. The request felt… unfamiliar. Not because of what it was, but because of the way everyone in the mansion seemed to be in quiet agreement—as if the decision had already been discussed without needing my input.“I just wanted to help,” I said at last.The servant’s smile widened. “You already have, Miss. Tonight, please let us take care of things.”I nodded, a little awkwardly, and headed toward the dining room.The long table had been set with elegant care. Small candles burned softly, thei

PoV LyraThat night felt unbearably long.I sat propped against the bed, the blanket pulled up to my chest, while Mother stood by the window, staring out at the silent hospital corridor. No one spoke. We waited.Every second felt like a breath held too long.The door finally opened with a soft click. Cyan stepped inside carefully, closing it behind him before he spoke. The look on his face held a satisfaction he barely bothered to hide.“It worked,” he said.I straightened slightly. “How?”“Congratulations are pouring in,” Cyan replied. “From the warriors, the main families, even a few Elders. They’re happy. Your pregnancy is being welcomed as a blessing.”Mother smiled faintly—a sharp, calculating smile. “And Alaric?”“That’s what they’re questioning,” Cyan continued. “Many are asking why the Alpha hasn

PoV AlaricI left Lyra’s hospital room without looking back.My stride is steady, but my thoughts are in chaos. The corridor feels narrower than before, as if the walls themselves are closing in on a chest already too full. Every word the healer spoke keeps replaying in my head—cold, precise, without any intent to wound, and yet devastating because of it.If this is an Alpha’s child, the Alpha’s presence should calm her.Not weaken her. Not trigger rejection.I clench my fists. So that instinct of mine was right. This isn’t just suspicion born of conflict. There’s something fundamental—and humiliating—about this possibility.If Lyra isn’t carrying my child, then everything she’s done isn’t just manipulation.It’s betrayal.And the cruelest question is also the simplest one: since when?I get into the car without a word. The