All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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

Cassandra’s POVI welcomed him with a distance that was unmistakable.Not just physical distance—though that existed too—but a distance I had built deliberately, layer by layer, ever since his name reentered my life. Alaric stood in NightFang’s sitting room without the Alpha’s insignia, without escorts. He came alone. He didn’t carry the weight of authority that used to fill every space he entered.And precisely because of that, I was wary.I watched him from the far end of the room. The way he stood hadn’t changed—upright, controlled—but something was missing. The certainty that once made me feel small now seemed restrained or intentionally set aside. It unsettled me. Manipulation often arrives in its calmest form.“Please, sit,” I said, formal.He did.Orion wasn’t present in the room, but I knew he was close. Too close to be coincidence. NightF

Lyra’s POVI knew Alaric had gone to NightFang even before Cyan said a word.My body always knows first—as if a thin thread is pulled from deep inside my chest every time, he steps away from me. That morning, before the sun rose, my head was already throbbing. Nausea came in waves, leaving my throat raw. I forced myself upright, but the world spun too fast.“Water,” I rasped.A nurse rushed over, her hands shaking as she offered the glass. I took a small sip, then vomited it back up. The bitter liquid burned my tongue.“Lady Lyra—”“Quiet,” I snapped. “Leave.”They left. They always do. Afraid of my voice. Afraid of my anger. And today, I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was this: Alaric chose NightFang.Vania arrived with a pale face she tried—and failed—to hide. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hand cold as it clos