Todos los capítulos de ALPHA DADDY: Take Mommy Home : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, warm but unforgiving. I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the lingering tension from last night. Damien was still asleep, sprawled on the couch, the quiet rise and fall of his chest somehow grounding me even after everything—the party, Selena’s rage, the chaos of the pack. I slipped out of the blanket he had draped over me and padded quietly into the kitchen. The smell of coffee—or at least the faint aroma Damien had left—filled the air. My mind, however, was already elsewhere: the looming responsibilities, the tension that Selena’s presence had stirred, and the growing awareness that living in this world meant never truly being safe. “Morning,” I whispered, trying not to wake him, though I knew the moment I turned my back, he’d be aware of my every move. Alpha senses, after all, didn’t sleep. He stirred slightly, one hand twitching toward me before he sighed and settled back. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice low and sti

The evening air was heavy with the scent of pine and distant rain, curling around the estate with a tension that matched the storm building in my chest. Damien had invited me to the main hall of the Alpha’s estate to discuss the Elders’ warnings, but as soon as I arrived, I realized that Selina’s presence was no coincidence. She lingered near the grand fireplace, her dress dark and elegant, her eyes alight with a predator’s calculation. She had the kind of beauty that could captivate, but beneath it was something dangerous—something she wielded like a weapon. Damien stood near the doorway, black suit tailored to perfection, his presence commanding the entire room. Even standing apart from everyone else, the Alpha aura radiating from him was impossible to ignore. Every inch of him screamed dominance and authority, but to me, he was more than that—he was safety, desire, and an unshakable force I had begun to trust, maybe too deeply. Selina’s smile was deliberate, a slow, calculated cu

Dawn came slowly in the mountains. Not with softness, but with weight. Mist curled around the trees like something alive, clinging to bark and stone, refusing to let go of the night. From the high windows of the Alpha house, the valley below looked deceptively calm—green, endless, peaceful. But Lia knew better now. Peace was only ever borrowed. She stood near the wide window, Leo seated at the small table behind her, coloring with intense focus—tongue slightly out, brows knitted in determination. The doctor had reassured her during yesterday’s checkup. He was healing well. Strong. Resilient. Wolf-strong, though she would never say it aloud. Damien stood across the room, arms folded, body rigid. He hadn’t slept. She could tell by the way his gaze kept drifting—calculating angles, distances, threats that hadn’t yet arrived. The Alpha didn’t rest when the pack was restless. And the pack was restless. The events of the previous night had spread through the territory like wildfir

Dawn crept into the pack territory like an uninvited witness. Mist lay thick between the trees, curling around the stone paths and the low roofs of the Alpha compound. The air smelled of pine, wet earth, and something else—anticipation sharpened by unease. Wolves moved quietly, their steps deliberate, eyes observant. Word of the night’s meeting had already spread. It always did. Lia woke before the sun fully rose. Leo was still asleep beside her, his small chest rising and falling steadily. She watched him for a long moment, grounding herself in that rhythm. It reminded her why she endured the stares, the whispers, the isolation. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be back before lunch,” she whispered. “Be brave for me.” He stirred but didn’t wake. The healer’s lodge was on the far side of the territory, closer to the river. The walk there gave Lia time to think—and to feel the weight of being watched. Wolves paused when she passed. Some nodded stiffly. Ot

The pack grounds did not quiet after Damien carried Lia away. They hummed—low, uneasy, alive with tension that slipped through roots and stone and bone. Wolves gathered in clusters, voices kept low out of instinct rather than obedience. A challenged Alpha did not need to snarl to be heard. His silence alone was warning enough. Damien did not stop until the trees thickened and the path dipped away from the heart of the territory. Only then did he set Lia down, carefully, as if the act itself were sacred. Leo shifted sleepily in her arms, murmured once, and settled again. Lia’s breath was still unsteady. “You didn’t have to—” she began. “I did,” Damien cut in, voice firm but not sharp. “And I would again.” She looked up at him then, really looked. The Alpha was tightly leashed fury, his jaw set, eyes dark, shoulders rigid beneath the weight of the crown he never asked for but could never shed. “They looked at me like I was something dragged in on your boots,” she said quietly. “L