All Chapters of The Alpha King Is Our Daddy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Adeline’s POVThe river breeze lifted strands of my hair, but it couldn’t loosen the tightness in my chest. The air between us felt heavier than it should, like even breathing took effort. Myra’s laughter floated over from the grass where she crouched with Elijah and Caleb, chasing butterflies. Their happiness was bright, easy… and for a heartbeat, it almost reached me. Almost. But the question pressing inside me wouldn’t let go.I turned to Vincent. His gaze had been following the children, but I forced him to meet mine.“Where did your daughter come from?”The words came out harsher than I meant, and once they were out, there was no taking them backFor a long moment, he didn’t move. Then slowly, his head turned, his hazel eyes pinning me. There was disbelief in them…like I had insulted him just by asking…but beneath that, I caught it a flash of anger, tightly leashed.“You’re asking questions you already know the answer to,” he said, his voice low.The words hit harder than any sho

Myra’s POVThe sun was warm on my shoulders, like my blanket when it’s just been in the sun. The grass smelled sweet, like it had just had a big drink of morning dew. I hugged Petal, my doll, tight and spun in a circle until my dress swished around me. My toes wriggled in the grass—it tickled and made me giggle.All around me, kids laughed and shouted. Some played tag, others kicked a ball that rolled too far and made everyone squeal when it bumped a teacher’s leg. Their voices filled the air like birds.A whistle cut sharp, and two girls shrieked as they ran past, hair streaming like ribbons. Nearby, a group jumped rope, each smack of it against the dirt sending up little clouds of dust. I hugged Petal tighter and whispered, “We could do that too… if we didn’t get tired so fast.”For a moment, one girl waved at me, calling, “Myra, come!” My chest fluttered with hope. But I shook my head quickly and forced a smile. “Next time,” I mouthed. She frowned before racing off again, and I was

Adeline’s POVThe palace wasn’t far, but each step felt heavier with fear for my boys. Elijah and Caleb were still so young, their wolves not yet awakened, and yet they were already being dragged before the Wolf Clan’s court like rogues. The thought alone made my chest ache.Eve paced inside me, restless and angry. “They dared touch our cubs. Let me show them who we are.”“Not now,” I whispered. “We need to stay calm, not lash out.”But calm was the last thing I felt when the palace gates loomed before me. Guards stood like statues. When I tried to pass, crossed spears blocked me instantly.“Halt. No one enters without summons.”“I need to see the Alpha King,” I said, louder than I meant to. “My sons are inside that court today. They are accused, and I am their mother.”The guards’ eyes flickered, hard to soft, suspicion melting into recognition. One lowered his voice. “The two young ones… you’re their mother?”I nodded, the words trembling in my throat. For a long moment, he studied

Delilah’s POVThe garden was bright with birds in the lemon trees and roses leaning heavy on their stems. I cut across the gravel, heels striking hard, rehearsing which errands to parade as “useful.”Near the stone bench, something caught the light.I stopped, crouched, pushed the grass aside.It was silver, polished and heavy.A cufflink.I rolled it, slow, and saw the engraving on the back V.R.Vincent Rylan.My neck went hot. Of course he’d drop it here—right in the east garden, the same place she’d suddenly started wandering after breakfast. Like it was some secret between them, and I was left out.I closed my fingers around the cufflink and stood. Laughter carried from the lawn—children. And her. The so-called healer. The wolf-less darling with her two little strays. She sat in the grass, weaving daisy chains like she belonged in some storybook, not in a shack at the edge of nowhere.My smile came easy and bright. I walked toward them.“Such pretty flowers,” I said lightly. “And

Delilah’s POVHe shouldn’t have smiled like that.Not at her.Not where I could see it, and they said the Alpha King had no softness left in him…that the crown had scraped him clean. Liars. I saw it every time he looked at the girl.“Myra,” he called, his voice warm enough to melt winter.The child spun at the sound of his voice. “Daddy!” She ran toward him, tripping over her little shoes, laughter echoing through the marble court. He caught her midair, strong arms locking around her, and for a moment, the entire palace stilled.I stood there, a tray of coffee balanced in my hands, watching the scene like a ghost at someone else’s feast.“Daddy, look! I went across the rail twice!” she chirped, proud as a star.“Three tomorrow,” he said, tapping her nose.“I promise.”Her giggle tangled with his low laugh, and something inside me cracked quietly.I had spent years shaping myself into what this palace demanded. Polished manners, careful smiles, a woman of loyalty and grace. When the wo