All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Chapter 141 - Chapter 145

PoV AlaricI had just closed the last folder when the door to my study swung open without so much as a knock.Alan entered first, his steps fast and heavy. Cassian followed, his face rigid, the urgency in his eyes completely undisguised. The scent of anxiety—and panic—seemed to pour into the room with them.“This can’t continue,” Alan said bluntly. “The entire Pack has started talking.”I didn’t look up. “If this is about Lyra, I’ve already said—”“That’s exactly why!” Cassian cut in. “Her pregnancy isn’t a small matter, Alaric. She’s the Luna of SilverFang. If you stay silent, people will start asking questions. And questions always lead to division.”I closed the folder slowly. Deliberately. Giving them time to understand that I wasn’t rushed—and I wasn’t being pressured.“What you call division,” I said calmly, “is often just the consequence of a lie that’s been allowed to linger too long.”Alan’s jaw tighte

Lyra’s POVMy body feels foreign.Not the usual exhaustion, not dizziness that comes and goes. This is decay—slow, silent, inevitable. As if something inside me is being pulled in the opposite direction, forced to hold on when it should have already let go.I lie in the hospital bed beneath sheets that are too white. The smell of medicine clings to the air, sharp and invasive, keeping the nausea from ever fully fading. My hand trembles as I reach for the glass of water on the bedside table.“Don’t,” the old healer says quickly, stopping me. “Let the nurse help.”I click my tongue in irritation. “I’m not dying.”He studies me for a long moment—too long for someone who’s supposed to be neutral. “The potion you’ve been taking is only delaying the collapse, Lady Lyra.”My chest tightens. “What are you talking about?”

Cassandra’s POVThe request came far too suddenly.Ben delivered it with careful, almost measured politeness—as if he knew that one wrong word could make me shut the door completely. I listened without interrupting, then asked for time. Ben nodded, didn’t press, and left.I remained where I was, standing still a few seconds longer than necessary.“Aunt Cass?” Iris looked up from her coloring book. “What’s wrong?”I offered a small smile. “Nothing, sweetheart. Keep coloring.”She nodded obediently and returned to her world. That small, quiet peace warmed my chest—and precisely because of that, the alarm in my mind grew louder.Alaric wanted to meet. Privately. At NightFang. With Iris.Why?I stepped onto the small balcony on the east wing and drew in the cold air. My thoughts moved quickly, connecting points that had been pressing too close