All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

PoV CassandraIris woke with a muffled cry.Not the loud sob of a child who had fallen, but a small, swallowed sound—one she tried to keep inside. Somehow, that hurt my chest far more. I was already sitting on the edge of her bed before her eyes fully opened.“It’s okay,” I said softly, stroking her back in slow, steady motions. “Auntie’s here.”She shifted closer, pressing her head against my chest. Her fingers clutched the fabric of my clothes, as if afraid I might disappear the moment she let go.“Is Daddy angry?” she asked in a small voice.The question was simple. Too simple for the weight it carried.“No,” I answered without hesitation. “Your father isn’t angry.”“Then… why did he look sad?” Iris lifted her face slightly, her eyes searching mine. “I saw it.”I drew a slow breath. I cou

PoV AlaricThe SilverFang Council Hall was full.Not with noise—but with tension hanging thick in the air, heavy, unseen, and hard to breathe through. The Elders sat in a circle of stone seats, their robes falling neatly, faces I had long known as the pillars of Pack stability now watching me with equal caution.I stood at the center of the circle. Without my Alpha cloak. Without symbols of authority.“This internal hearing is called without a public agenda,” I said, my voice echoing clearly. “Because what we are about to discuss is not a personal matter. It concerns the safety and integrity of SilverFang.”Several heads turned. Suppressed murmurs rippled through the hall. Cassian sat to the right side of the circle, his back rigid. Alan on the left, fingers laced too tightly together.“Is this about Lyra?” one of the Elders asked.“No,” I answered shortly. “

PoV CassandraRumors always move faster than the truth.I realize it from the morning itself—from the way the NightFang servants lower their voices when I pass, from glances that flick away too quickly, from a silence that feels carefully constructed. No one dares speak openly, but the air carries fragments of words that don’t need to be said.About SilverFang. About the Alpha. About something that has “finally come to light.”I close the door to the reading room softly, making sure the curtains are drawn. Iris sits on the carpet, stacking wooden blocks into a small tower. Her hands are steady. Her face calm. She hums under her breath—a simple tune she usually hears before falling asleep.“Careful, it might fall,” I say as I crouch beside her.Iris smiles. “I’m making it strong, Auntie.”I nod. “If one block wobbles, the others have to support it.&rdquo

Alaric’s POVThere was no ceremony.No stage, no long speeches, no cheers or lamentations. The SilverFang administrative hall was opened that morning for a single purpose: to execute a decision. The cold stone walls absorbed the sound of my footsteps as I entered, Russel following two paces behind me, carrying three separate files—each sealed with an official mark.I stopped at the head of the long table. The chairs opposite was already filled. Vania was escorted in by two guards, her hands uncuffed but her posture restrained. Cassian sat rigid, his jaw clenched tight. Alan remained standing, refusing to sit, as if he still believed his former status might shield him.“We begin,” I said flatly.No one answered. The silence wasn’t confusion, it was understanding. They knew why they were here.“This hearing is not for debate,” I continued. “Not for defense. All facts have been ve

Lyra’s POVThe pain comes without warning.Not the ache that has followed me for days—not the heat rising from my stomach or the dizziness that makes the world spin—but something far crueler. Sharp. Ripping. As if my body has decided it will no longer compromise.“What did you give me?” I scream, my voice breaking inside the hospital room.The healer stands stiff at the foot of the bed. His face is pale. His hands tremble as he lowers the bowl of potion, now cold.“I told you,” he says quietly but firmly. “That potion couldn’t hold this collapse forever.”I clutch the sheets. Cold sweat slicks the back of my neck. “You lied,” I gasp. “You said it would make me stronger.”“I said it would delay it,” he replies. “And the delay is over.”The door slams open. Vania strides in. “What’s happening?&r