All Chapters of ALPHA DADDY: Take Mommy Home : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The meeting room was quiet except for the soft tapping of a pen against the long glass table. Damien Hale barely noticed the sound; his mind was elsewhere, buried beneath numbers, acquisitions, and deadlines.His company ran on precision.He ran on control.And yet, today felt different.He didn’t know why until the door opened without permission.Ethan, his assistant, stepped in — breathless, pale, visibly shaken.Damien’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve interrupted a board meeting.”“I—I know, sir, but… you need to see this immediately.”The executives glanced at one another nervously. No one ever interrupted Damien Hale. No one.Ethan slid the tablet across the table.The moment Damien looked down, the world he ruled with iron certainty snapped in half.There, on the screen, was a small boy.A boy with dark eyes that mirrored his own.A boy with the same sharp eyebrows.The same serious, observant expression he had been told he carried even as a child.Damien's fingers tightened around the

The hospital corridor smelled faintly of antiseptic and warm cotton, but beneath the clean brightness of its lights floated something heavier — a silence thick with memories Lia had tried to bury for five years.Her hands trembled as she stood outside the private waiting room the nurse had directed her to. She could hear voices inside. Men shifting. A chair sliding. Footsteps pacing — slow, heavy, controlled. The kind of footsteps she had never forgotten.Her lungs tightened.Damien.She hadn’t said his name out loud in years, but now it pulsed inside her chest like a second heartbeat. She held the file of her son’s medical forms against her chest, as if it could shield her.Then the door opened.Only halfway.Just enough for his voice to slip out.“Let her in.”Two simple words. Deep. Calm. Commanding.Her pulse tripped. The nurse gave her a subtle nod, encouraging her forward.Lia stepped inside.The room wasn’t large, but it felt like the air had dropped ten degrees when she crosse

The emergency room smelled faintly of disinfectant and panic, the fluorescent lights glaring down on everyone inside.Lia’s heart pounded so violently she thought it might burst.She clutched Leo’s small hand as he lay on the stretcher, pale and trembling. His little body shivering under the thin hospital blanket.“Stay calm, sweetie,” she whispered, brushing back his hair. Her voice shook. She had to be strong — for him.Behind her, Damien’s presence filled the room like a shadow that refused to be ignored. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He simply stood there, his tall frame rigid, eyes locked on Leo.It was the first time he had been this close to him — and the first time he had seen him alive.The boy stirred slightly, coughing softly. Damien flinched as though the sound had struck him physically.His gaze softened — just for a fraction — before snapping back into sharp control.He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, measuring every movement.“This is him?” he asked quietly, almost

Leo’s finger lowered slowly back to the sheet, his small hand relaxing as the effort of speaking caught up with him. His eyes fluttered, exhaustion pulling him under again.The room exhaled.I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until it left me in a shaky rush. I smoothed Leo’s hair, murmuring soft reassurances until his breathing evened out once more.Only then did I feel it.Damien behind me.Not moving. Not speaking.Watching.I straightened slowly, every nerve ending screaming as I turned to face him.He wasn’t looking at me.He was looking at my son.At his son.The realization sat between us like a loaded weapon.“He said… you’d protect us,” I said quietly, my voice tight. “You shouldn’t have promised him anything.”Damien’s jaw flexed.“I didn’t promise,” he replied, voice low, controlled. “I stated a fact.”That frightened me more than anger ever could.“You don’t get to decide that,” I said, lifting my chin. “Not now. Not after five years.”His eyes finally met mine.Dar

The car moved silently through the slick streets, its tires slicing through the shallow puddles left by the earlier rain. Leo slept in the backseat, curled against my chest, his small breaths steady despite the night’s chaos. His innocence, his fragility, made my chest ache in ways I had long denied. I couldn’t imagine a world where anything could touch him.Damien drove with absolute precision, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting near the gearshift. His jaw was set, eyes sharp, scanning the road, every corner, every shadow. The Alpha’s presence was overwhelming, even in the quiet of the car. It wasn’t just dominance; it was control, power, and a sense of inevitability — the kind of force that left you both terrified and strangely comforted.I tried to speak, to break the thick silence, but my throat felt dry, my words trapped behind a wall of fear and awe. Finally, I murmured, “Where are we going?”He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes flicked to me briefly, unreadable,