All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

POV: AlaricI received news about Iris without ever laying eyes on her.It came from written reports. From brief sentences delivered by others. From tones of voice that made no attempt to sway my emotions in any direction.“Sleeping regularly.”“No nightmares.”“Adapting well.”Russel read the sentences aloud in my study, flat and professional. He added no personal opinions. He slipped in no sympathy.I listened without interrupting.“She is playing with the NightFang children,” Russel continued. “She’s started choosing her own activities. Showing no signs of excessive anxiety.”I gave a single nod. My hands remained flat on the desk, not clenched, not trembling.“There have been no requests to see you,” he added, clear and cautious.“Good,” I answered.Russel shot me a quick glance before retur

POV: OrionI watched Cassandra from a distance I had chosen deliberately.She stood at the edge of the NightFang inner garden, watching Iris try to plant small seeds alongside two other children. There was no tension in her shoulders. The wary, guarded look that used to define her was gone. She wasn't micromanaging or correcting them. She was simply there—present, in every sense of the word.“She’s changed,” Ben said beside me.I didn't look away. “She’s growing.”Ben gave a slow nod. “And it’s made everything much calmer.”“It’s made things more dangerous,” I countered.Ben looked at me, waiting for an explanation.“A woman who is merely surviving will ask for protection,” I said. “A woman who stands on her own will demand space. The world is far more afraid of the latter.”Ben offered a thin smile. “And where have you chosen to stand?”“I’ve chosen to stand beside her,” I answered without a second thought.I stepped closer—close enough to be within earshot, but not enough to be intr

POV: CassandraI knew something was wrong from the moment I woke up.It wasn’t a formal report or a blaring alarm. It was the way the NightFang air felt—too quiet, too tidy, like a breath being held just before the first strike is delivered.“Iris,” I said, adjusting her small jacket, “you’re staying close to me today.”“Why?” she asked innocently.“Because I want you to,” I answered truthfully.She didn't protest. That was exactly what made my chest tighten. Usually, Iris would have followed up with a dozen questions, but today she simply nodded and gripped my hand a little tighter.We hadn't even reached the garden when the sound hit us.It wasn’t an explosion. It wasn’t a scream.It was footsteps. Too fast. Too coordinated.“Halt,” a guard’s voice rang out, sharp and authoritative. “This territory is—”The voice cut off abruptly.I spun Iris behind me by reflex. My hand went up, palm open—not to attack, but to shield.Three figures emerged from the end of the corridor. They weren't

POV: CassandraThe ultimatum arrived without warning.There was no diplomatic preamble. None of the pleasantries that usually precede a threat. An official dispatch arrived at the NightFang command center, sealed with the crest of the regional alliance—the very people who had long claimed to be the guardians of balance and peace.I read it in silence.Not because I didn't understand the words, but because the phrasing was too simple for something meant to tear so many lives apart at once.Hand over the child.Or face open war.There was no third option. No room for compromise. They hadn't even bothered to disguise it as a "joint resolution."My hands folded the parchment slowly. The paper was thick, high-quality—ironic, considering how cruel the contents were.Orion stood across the table from me. His face betrayed no shock, only a hardened, lethal alertness. Ben and the hea

POV: IrisI knew something had changed, even before anyone told me.It wasn’t because of an explosion or any screaming. NightFang never panicked like that. The change was subtler—too orderly. The guards' footsteps became more frequent. Doors were closed faster. Adults spoke in lower voices, as if afraid their words might bruise the air.I sat on the floor of the study, stacking wooden blocks into a small tower. My hands weren't shaking. I just felt… still. Like when the rain falls softly and everyone knows a great storm has finally passed.“Am I allowed to go to the garden?” I asked Alice.She stared at me just a second too long before answering. “You can. But I’m coming with you.”I nodded. I was used to that by now.Outside, the NightFang sky was bright. Too bright for a day that was supposedly dangerous. The grass was still green. The trees had no idea that the world