All Chapters of Alpha Daddy, Mommy Doesn't Want You Anymore : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“What are you doing here, Alice?”Lyra’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and cold. Alice and I turned toward the sound at once. From the corridor, Lyra appeared—her steps confident, every movement dripping with authority—followed by two nervous maids who trailed closely behind her.“Take my daughter inside,” she ordered without even glancing at me. “I’m sure a guest from another Pack might find a way to use her.”Her tone was laced with venom, the kind that hid mockery behind perfect composure.“Mommy!” The little girl—soft brown hair, gray eyes too familiar to mistake—beamed and ran straight into Lyra’s arms. My heart clenched so tight it hurt. Lyra’s expression, however, remained unshaken. Her sharp eyes didn’t soften even with that small body pressed against her.“What are you doing out here?” Lyra’s words were curt, clipped—devoid of any warmth.“I was waiting for you.”Lyra scoffed under her breath. “Come on. The air outside isn’t good for you.”“Yes, Mom,” the girl replied s

Alaric’s POV“I’ve tried everything, Alpha. From moonflower root to aura alignment and blood purification. Nothing works.”The healer bowed deeply before me. “All we can do now is offer potions to ease her pain.”I shut my eyes for a moment, holding back the growl rising in my chest. “Are you telling me Lyra can’t be cured?”The healer’s hands trembled. “Her body is rejecting the mate’s energy, Alpha. Each time the bond strengthens, her body weakens.”My gaze snapped to him, sharp as a blade. “That’s impossible. The mate bond never rejects—”“Perhaps it’s not the bond that’s being rejected…” he murmured, barely audible, “…but the way it was created.”His words made my blood boil. “Get out.”He bowed again and rushed out of the room without daring to look back. I’d heard those words too many times, and each time they made less sense. How could a mate bond reject itself? Even Fenrir could sense Lyra’s inner wolf—Nyx.When the door closed, I turned to her. Lyra lay pale and trembling, he

Cassandra’s POV“She is your daughter, Lady Cassandra. We’ve cared for her with kindness and love.”Even though Alice said that in a rush—before quickly leaving me in the garden that evening—at least… the ache of longing and curiosity about my daughter’s face was finally soothed. Truly, I couldn’t forget the way Iris looked, even if until now I’d only seen her through a few blurry photographs.But instead of easing my heart, the encounter only deepened my unease. My instincts screamed that Alice’s words weren’t the whole truth—especially when it came to how Lyra treated Iris. There was something she wasn’t telling me. Something dark. And I couldn’t just ignore it.“Damn it,” I muttered, rubbing at my temples. The exhaustion was bone-deep, my mind restless with this gnawing dread.I’d lost count of how many times I’d buried myself in the piles of legal files about NightFang’s countersuit against SilverFang, hoping the work would distract me. But it was pointless. I couldn’t focus.Lean

I stayed silent for a moment, letting the wind speak for me while I searched for words. “If they’re bold enough to go this far, it means they have influence within werewolf government.”Orion looked at me, his eyes mirroring the gray sky above us. “That’s exactly why I’m counting on you, Cassy. You’re not just a lawyer. You understand how the enemy thinks.”“Because I came from SilverFang?” I asked bitterly.“I see that as an advantage,” he replied without hesitation. “You know how they operate.”“But I never knew they’d go this far,” I said, frustration lacing my voice. “I truly didn’t.”Orion nodded, calm but firm. “Doesn’t every action have a reason behind it?”He was right, and I couldn’t deny it. “But you do realize that going against SilverFang means going against my own member.”His gaze hardened. “Are they truly your member, Cassy?”The question hit me like a blow to the chest.“Think about it,” he continued quietly. “If they were your family, you wouldn’t be standing here wit

Alaric’s Pov“I think… Luna Lyra might be a little too harsh on Miss Iris,” Russell said carefully, his tone low and uncertain. He walked two steps behind me as we headed toward my office.We were supposed to continue discussing the landownership case that had grown more complicated by the day, but my focus drifted. Lyra’s voice echoed down the eastern hall—sharp, commanding—followed by the sound of a child’s sobs. The cry grated against my nerves, not out of disgust toward Iris, but toward her weakness.“Too harsh?” I stopped abruptly, the air around me tightening. “On what grounds are you saying that, Russell?”He immediately lowered his head. “Forgive me, Alpha. It’s just… Miss Iris is still a child.”Inside me, Fenrir stirred uneasily.Even though she isn’t your daughter, Iris is still a child. The Gamma’s right, Alaric.I ignored him.Moon above, you heartless bastard. Don’t you hear her crying? She’s terrified of Lyra hurting her!I forced Fenrir’s voice back into silence, order