All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

POV: LyraI stood alone in the cold stone hall of SilverFang as the verdict was read.There were no screams. No accusations. None of the drama I had always imagined would accompany my downfall. There was only the Alpha’s voice—cold, clear, and final—echoing off the walls as if the stones themselves were bearing witness to my shame.“Lyra Vale,” Alaric said, stripping me of my titles, his voice devoid of any emotion. “As of this day, you no longer hold the status of Luna of SilverFang.”The pain didn't hit my chest immediately. Instead, I felt a hollow emptiness, as if someone had muted the world without warning.“You will not be detained,” he continued. “There will be no physical punishment. No prison.”A few council members exchanged glances. I knew what they were waiting for. Banishment. Exile. Chains. Something that actually looked like a sentence.&

POV: CassandraI woke before the sun had fully climbed the horizon. Pale light crept through the sheer curtains of the east wing guest room—a room that now felt more like a home than a temporary refuge. There was no jarring alarm. No guard’s knock. No frantic footsteps. For the first time in a very long while, I woke without the immediate sensation of being under threat.Yet, my body didn't trust it.I sat up slowly on the edge of the bed, the soles of my feet meeting the cold hardwood floor. My breathing was steady, but my shoulders were braced. I was waiting—for what, I didn't know. An explosion. A scream. A sudden command.Nothing came."I am safe," I murmured softly, more of an order to myself than a statement of fact.In the hallway, a servant’s footsteps were soft and rhythmic. The sound should have been soothing. Strangely, it only made my chest tighten. I stood and opened the door, staring dow

POV: CassandraI woke with a sharp, jagged gasp—too fast, too loud, like someone who had just been yanked from the depths of freezing water.My chest heaved irregularly. My hands clawed at the sheets, my fingers stiff and aching. For a few terrifying seconds, I had no idea where I was. My eyes swept the room in the dark, searching for corners, doors, windows. There were no threatening shadows. No sounds of rushing footsteps. No screams.Only the heavy silence of NightFang.But my body refused to accept that reality.I sat up, pressing my palms against my chest, trying to force my breathing into a rhythm. Cold sweat slicked my temples. My heart was still hammering too fast, as if danger had only just missed me—even though it had never come at all.Because of the dream.I closed my eyes again, and the images returned with a cruel, vivid clarity.Little Iris stood in an empty room. It wasn't a bedroom.

POV AlaricThe reports didn't stop coming.I sat behind my desk as Russel neatly arranged sheet after sheet, each bearing a territorial seal and the signature of a subordinate Alpha. There was no rush. No emotion. Everything was written in official jargon—the kind of language that usually feels grounding.Today, that language felt like ice."The Western territory is requesting a formal review of the leadership structure," Russel said, his voice steady. "The South is delaying logistics shipments. The North… they’re still waiting to see which way the wind blows."I stared at the map of SilverFang on the wall. The boundary lines used to feel unified. Now, the distance between them seemed stark."And this," Russel continued, handing me one final file. "An unofficial petition. Several core families are discussing the possibility of seceding."I didn't answer immediately."They haven't issued a challenge," he added

POV: OrionI stood on the west wing balcony, positioned far enough from the small garden where Cassandra sat with Iris. I had chosen this distance intentionally—close enough to watch over them, far enough not to intrude. I didn't need to be right by her side to know exactly what she was doing. The way she leaned in as Iris told her stories, the way she bit back a smile so she wouldn't interrupt the child—every detail was clear to me.Cassandra wasn't weak. And she wasn't dependent.That realization hit me with a certainty that was both comforting and dangerous. Comforting, because she stood on her own two feet. Dangerous, because the world always targets those who stand tall without leaning on anyone else.Ben appeared at my side without making a sound. “The Inter-Pack Council sent another message. Their tone hasn't changed.”“I didn't expect it to,” I replied.“They’re interpr