All Chapters of ALPHA DADDY: Take Mommy Home : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The interrogation chamber smelled of iron and cold stone.Lia felt it the moment she stepped inside—fear, sweat, and something darker beneath it. Guilt. Not regret. Guilt only existed when someone knew exactly what they’d done.The captured attacker was chained to a reinforced pillar at the center of the room, wrists bound with silver-threaded restraints. He was awake now, head bowed, breathing shallow.Damien stood across from him, arms crossed, posture loose in the way that meant he was dangerous. Not angry. Not frantic.Controlled.That scared people more.Lia stayed near the entrance. Not because she was afraid—but because she needed to see everything clearly. Needed to know what kind of world she was anchoring herself to.Marrec and two other Elders stood along the wall, faces carved from stone. Selena had arrived last, silent, her presence sharp as glass.Damien spoke first.“Who sent you?”Silence.Damien nodded once.A guard stepped forward and struck the man hard across the r

The pack did not disperse after the Trial.They lingered.Watching.Measuring.As if the air itself had to relearn how to breathe with Lia still standing at the center of the circle.Damien remained beside her, his hand hovering just close enough to touch without claiming. He knew better than to crowd her now. What she had done needed to stand on its own.Lia felt every gaze.Some curious.Some wary.Some quietly awed.And a few—sharp with resentment.Selena rose slowly from where she had fallen, her movements controlled, her humiliation wrapped in silk and pride. She did not look at Lia.Not yet.Marrec cleared his throat. “The Trial has concluded. The pack has witnessed restraint, not domination.”His eyes flicked briefly to Damien. “That matters.”A murmur rippled through the crowd.Restraint had never been the pack’s favorite virtue.But it was the rarest.“You may return to your duties,” Marrec said. “This gathering is dismissed.”The wolves began to shift away, some returning to

The night after the parley did not belong to sleep.It belonged to choices.Lia sat beside Leo’s bed long after he drifted off, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. The faint glow of moonlight traced the curve of his cheek, so peaceful it hurt to look at.She brushed his hair back gently.“Whatever happens,” she whispered, “you stay safe.”Outside the room, Damien waited.He had been there for nearly an hour, leaning against the stone wall, listening to the silence inside. When Lia finally stepped out, closing the door softly behind her, he straightened immediately.“She won’t stop,” Lia said before he could speak.“No,” Damien agreed. “She won’t.”They moved down the corridor together, footsteps slow, heavy with the knowledge neither of them voiced yet.Selena had drawn her line.And Damien had crossed it.By morning, the first fracture became visible.Three patrols failed to report in.Not missing.Not attacked.Gone.Damien stood in the war room, staring at the map carve

Peace did not arrive all at once.It came in fragments.In the quiet that followed Selena’s defeat, Lia discovered that silence could feel unfamiliar almost loud. The pack lands, once tense with watchful unease, now carried softer sounds: distant laughter, the rhythm of rebuilding, the low hum of wolves settling back into routine.It was strange how quickly the world could change.Lia stood at the edge of the eastern ridge as dawn faded into full morning, the sky washed in pale gold. Below her, the territory stretched wide and alive—fields, forest, stone paths leading toward dens and homes.She felt Damien before she heard him.He came up behind her without urgency, without armor, wearing only a simple dark shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. No Alpha regalia. No command in his posture.Just Damien.“You didn’t sleep,” he said quietly.She smiled faintly. “Neither did you.”He didn’t deny it. Instead, he stepped beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed. The contact sen

The night was quiet in a way that felt earned.Not empty.Not fragile.Earned.Lia stood barefoot at the open balcony doors, the cool night air brushing her skin as moonlight poured into the room. The pack lands slept peacefully beyond the trees, the distant hush of the forest wrapping the territory like a promise kept.She had lived most of her life listening for danger.Tonight, she listened for nothing at all.Behind her, the soft sound of footsteps crossed the stone floor.Damien didn’t speak immediately.He never rushed moments that mattered.“You disappeared,” he said quietly.She smiled without turning. “I needed to breathe.”He came to stand behind her, close enough that she felt the warmth of him without being touched. His presence settled over her protective without possession, strong without demand.“For a long time,” he said, “I didn’t know how to exist without being needed.”She turned then, meeting his gaze.“And now?”“Now,” he said, lifting a hand to tuck a loose stran