All Chapters of Alpha's Eight Secret Babies: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mannie’s POVGoing to see Dominic's family, especially his mother, was another mental hurdle that I had to struggle with.“You don’t want to come?” Dominic asked, sensing how reluctant I was.I gave him a weak smile, not saying anything.“You will be fine. My family doesn’t bite,” he said softly.“Let’s go,” Dominic said and turned to enter the car.“Is he driving or is there…” I didn’t need to think much as my question was soon answered by the presence of a driver in the driver’s seat.The car roared to life, splattering some mud as it sped off.Watching the passing scenery, my mind was filled with a lot of things.I still hadn’t gotten my mother a birthday gift, and surely, I couldn’t keep delaying it either.I prayed that after this meeting with his family, he’d pay me handsomely once again.While I was still thinking about what the children would eat after I got back from this sudden visit, we soon arrived at the mansion.This time around, I was more composed and didn’t look like

Mannie’s POV“You can ask me for anything. It is not a burden,” he said, his voice deep and steady. His eyes lingered on me for a moment before he looked away. “You can go now.”He waved me off, then turned and walked back to his car. The sleek black vehicle roared to life, sending up a faint cloud of dust that brushed against my face and hair as he drove off into the night.I stood there, watching until his car lights disappeared down the road. The air felt quiet again, heavy with everything that had happened.Then, I suddenly laughed — not because anything was funny, but because my chest was too tight to cry. “At least,” I murmured to myself, “I should be happy he didn’t enter to see the kids.”The laughter faded quickly, leaving behind a strange ache in my heart. I took a deep breath and pushed open the creaky gate.Inside, the warm glow of our little home greeted me. It wasn’t much, just a small living room with worn-out furniture and the faint smell of cooking oil mixed with soap

Dominic’s POVAfter dropping Mannie off that night in her neighborhood, I had immediately gone back home to shower — because I felt like absolute filth in that place.Even after we left the main road, the scent had clung to me like a curse — a mix of rust, damp air, and garbage that refused to leave my nostrils. I could still picture the cracked walls of her street, the way stray dogs dug through trash piles, the smoke rising from burning debris. That place had too much life in the wrong ways.The moment I reached home, I didn’t even stop to speak to anyone. I went straight to my bathroom.I turned on the shower and poured in the entire cup of mint oil instead of the usual few drops. The strong scent filled the air instantly, but it still didn’t feel enough.I stood under the water for a long time, scrubbing until my skin turned red. The steam fogged up the mirror, but I could still see my reflection through the mist — tired eyes, clenched jaw, and a shadow that looked more restless t

Dominic’s POVWatching the car’s tail light disappear, I cursed under my breath.“That brat. He definitely knows something and is hiding it from me. He’s lucky I don’t have his time now.”My wolf growled, echoing my irritation. The sound throbbed at the back of my mind like a second heartbeat.“Let him run,” the wolf said darkly. “When the time comes, he won’t get far.”I ignored him. I didn’t have time for Michael’s drama. Not when I had a flight in less than two hours and a crisis bleeding billions from my company.I pulled my coat tighter, turned toward the driveway, and signaled for one of the drivers. The black sedan rolled up within seconds, the door opening before I even reached it.“Head to the company,” I ordered. “Straight to the underground.”“Yes, sir.”The car glided through the quiet streets, the city half awake under the weak morning sun. I leaned back, tablet in hand, scrolling through documents and damage reports. My fingers moved quickly across the screen. My mind, h

A full week had passed since Zarah stormed into Mannie’s house, trying to poison the minds of her children with her sharp words and bitter jealousy. But the plan that she thought would ruin Mannie’s bond with her kids didn’t work.The children weren’t fooled.They had seen their mother’s tears, her struggles, her strength. And from their grandmother, they had learned the truth—how Mannie had helped Zarah when they were both poor, how she gave and never got anything back, and how Zarah now, with all her money, only looked for stones to throw.So the eight of them chose who to believe. And it wasn’t Zarah.Now, the small living room buzzed with their voices and laughter. The TV glowed in front of them, cartoons flashing across the screen. The air smelled faintly of roasted corn from the street vendor outside.Zoey sat on the floor, drawing circles on the wall with her crayons, her tongue sticking out as she hummed softly. Nate leaned against the couch, flipping through a magazine about