All Chapters of The Alpha King Is Our Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Adeline's POVThe sight of my boys sleeping should’ve calmed me. Instead, it ignited a burning desire to keep them safe. The only place that could offer such promise was at Matthias's place. He was the only friend I had who understood just how important it was for me that the boys were totally safe.I kissed Caleb’s forehead, tucked Elijah’s blanket tight, then turned away with a burning fire in my chest. Because whenever I thought of revenge, all I saw was Vincent's face.Matthias hugged me at the door. “No one will find them,” he said, promising to keep them quiet and hidden, should any patrols come sniffing around.I nodded and slipped into the fog.My hood was low, my face hidden. My wolf is still restless, snarling at the scent of him in the air. The man who once vowed to die for me now stood on a golden pedestal.My fingers trembled as I adjusted the strap of my satchel. Every second that passed in this cursed territory made my blood boil. I wasn’t just a healer today, I was a w

Adeline’s POVThe moment I laid Myra on the bed, I knew something was wrong.Her skin was cold enough to make me flinch, damp like she’d been abandoned in a storm.Her breaths came shallow, catching in her chest like they couldn’t quite decide whether to stay or go. I leaned closer, straining to catch each fragile puff, and when I pressed my fingers to her wrist, her pulse fluttered faintly—weak, unsteady, like it might slip away if I blinked.The silence between those beats stretched too long, each pause gnawing at me until fear scraped bone-deep. My lungs wouldn’t steady, dragging air too quickly, as though I could pull enough for both of us, as though sheer will might keep her tethered here.“Elijah, Caleb, fetch warm water. Now,” I ordered, my voice sharper than I intended.They didn’t hesitate. Their little feet scrambled across the floorboards as they darted for the kitchen. I turned my focus back to the child before me—Vincent’s daughter. No, I forced the thought away. Right no

Adeline’s POVI had prepared myself for this day—prepared for the inevitability of facing him again. I told myself I would be composed, unshaken. And yet, seeing him now, standing in my doorway with Myra trembling in his arms, was like being caught in the undertow of a storm I’d barely survived once before.Vincent.The man who had once loved me so deeply I thought we were untouchable. His eyes used to burn for me; his voice used to be my anchor in the dark. And now, those same eyes glared at me like I was poison.His presence filled the small cottage, suffocating, commanding—Alpha to his very core. His scent hit me—sharp and commanding, laced with cedar and cold night air. It wrapped around me, unsettling and familiar, stirring an ache I hated myself for feeling.The smell was the same one that used to calm me when nightmares clawed me awake. Once, it meant safety, meant home. Now it scraped down my throat like smoke from a burning house, leaving nothing but ash. My body betrayed me

Vincent’s POVHer body felt feather-light against me, so fragile it was as if I were holding nothing at all—and that emptiness scared me more than anything.I carried Myra through the palace gates at a near run, her small body fever-hot against my chest, her head lolling against my shoulder. My wolf clawed violently inside me, restless, frantic, pounding against the walls of my chest as though he could tear free and fix what I couldn’t.“Daddy,” she whimpered, voice thin and broken.“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I rasped, clutching her tighter. “You’re safe. I promise.”But even as I spoke the words, my heart felt like it was being split in two.I pushed through the heavy doors of my chambers, shouting for a maid. “Send for the doctor! Now!”“Yes, Alpha!”The room flooded with servants almost instantly, their faces tight with worry. I laid Myra on the bed, tucking the blankets around her trembling frame as though covering her could somehow shield her from the world that had failed her.

Adeline's POVI opened the door and there she was.Tall. Immaculate. Beautiful in that cold, sculpted way only wolves born of power could be. Draped in a gown of silken ivory, hair cascading like molten gold, her painted lips curved in feigned sweetness. The woman, every whisper in the tribe named Vincent's chosen Luna—his fiancée.Delilah.She didn’t recognize me—of course she didn’t. To her, I was just another nameless healer, faceless and forgettable. She had no idea who I truly was, or that the girl she tormented might be my blood. That ignorance was the only advantage I had left.She might not know me, but I would never forget her shadow standing over Myra’s broken spirit.My heart clenched at the sight of her.She swept past me without so much as a glance, the faint scent of roses and arrogance trailing behind her.“Myra, darling,” she cooed.But Myra flinched, scooting back on the table so abruptly she nearly lost her balance. Her small hands clawed at my skirts as she reached