All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

POV: CassandraI didn't go to Orion immediately after the incident in the medicinal garden. I took Iris to her room early, ensuring she fell asleep peacefully and making certain that not a single unfamiliar face lingered in the corridor. Only after the door was securely shut and the guard was doubled did I make my way to Orion’s study.He was already waiting for me.Orion stood by the grand window, hands clasped behind his back. His spine was straight, his shoulders steady—the posture of a man accustomed to carrying the weight of a decision without hesitation. As I entered, he turned to face me, his expression grave."You felt it," he said directly. It wasn't a question."I saw it," I replied. "And I don't like it one bit."He gestured for me to sit, but I chose to remain standing. I didn't want this conversation to feel casual."They’ve started referring to Iris as a 'potential,'" I continued. "Not

POV: AlaricRegional council chambers were built for the sole purpose of making a man feel small.The ceilings were cavernous, the gray stone walls stripped of any personal crests. Only the symbols of the territories were carved at equal intervals—as if to emphasize that no single Alpha truly held power here. I sat in the center chair, my spine straight, hands folded neatly atop the long table. Around me, the representatives of the other Packs were already waiting.There were no warm welcomes."Today we discuss the stability of the Northern region," an old man spoke from the far end of the table. His voice was calm, practiced. "SilverFang is… faltering."I didn't offer a denial."Internal rumors," he continued, "structural purges, the Luna conflict. All of it has a ripple effect across our borders."Another Alpha interjected, his tone more blunt. "And there is one key factor that could stabilize the situa

POV: OrionThe news arrived stripped of all pretenses.There was no diplomatic message. No triumphant tone. Just a single, blunt sentence delivered through a channel Alaric rarely used—one reserved for when lies were no longer necessary.He refused.I read the report twice. Not because I doubted it, but because the implications were too massive to accept at face value.Alaric had turned down the same offer.I closed the dossier and rose from my chair. The windows of my study were open, allowing a cold wind to creep in, carrying the scent of damp forest. In the distance, the sentries had tightened their formation—a natural response to an outside world that was beginning to move far too close.“Prepare a meeting,” I told Ben, who stood waiting. “Neutral ground. No banners. No excessive security.”Ben looked at me for a beat. “With the Alpha of SilverFang?”

POV: IrisI knew I was different—and not because anyone told me so.I knew because of the way people looked at me.That morning, as I walked toward the back courtyard of NightFang, I counted my steps like I always do. One… two… three… all the way to twenty. I like counting because it makes the world feel tidy. But that day, before I reached twenty, I stopped.There were two guards standing by the small gate that leads to the garden. Usually, there’s only one. And usually, they don’t stare at me constantly.I raised my small hand. “Morning.”“Good morning, Miss Iris,” they answered, almost at the same time.Their voices were polite. Their smiles were kind. But their eyes… they were on guard.I walked past them, clutching my sketchbook. In the corner of the garden, the NightFang children had already gathered. They were running. They were laughi

POV: CassandraI realized something that morning—not because of some grand event, but because of something too small to ignore.“Mama,” Iris said as she put on her own shoes, “I want to play in the back garden. With Liora and Ken.”My hands froze in mid-air.Usually, I would ask how long. I’d ask who was watching. I’d check if the weather was warm enough. I’d worry if they were going to stray from the path I deemed safe. Usually.But that morning, I simply looked at her.“Are you sure?” I finally asked.Iris gave a firm nod. “We’re going to arrange leaves into little houses. Alice said it was okay.”I glanced toward Alice, who was standing a few paces behind her. She gave a small nod, her posture calm, ready to supervise from a reasonable distance—not too close, yet not too far.“Alright,” I said.One w