All Chapters of Alpha Warlord's Secret Heir: Mom, Is He My Alpha Daddy?! : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Eirlys POVThe mint plant refused to leave my porch. Not because Kaelor came back for it. I simply had not thrown it away.It sat quietly in the corner, its green leaves swaying gently in the morning breeze. Every time I walked past it, I told myself the same thing.I will get rid of it later. Three days passed. The mint remained exactly where it was."Mama?" Auren crouched beside the little pot, carefully pouring a splash of water into the soil with his small hands. "It was thirsty."I sighed, watching him. "You were not supposed to touch it.""It looked lonely," he said. His answer was so simple and honest that I could not even scold him properly."It still belongs to Daddy." The word caught me off guard as soon as it left my mouth. Not Kaelor. Not the prince. Just... Daddy.I looked at my son. He was not angry anymore. He was not even confused. He was hopeful. That frightened me more than anything else.After breakfast, I headed toward the stream to wash some fresh herbs while A

Kaelor POVI had faced armies without fear. I had stood against rogue Alphas twice my size. I had walked through battlefields where the ground ran red with blood and never once hesitated.Yet a four-year-old boy asking me if fish liked worms had nearly brought me to my knees."...Daddy, do they get lonely in the water?" The question still echoed in my head as I sat alone inside the abandoned mill, staring at the wooden walls."Daddy."He had said it so naturally. Not because he truly knew me yet. But because he wanted to.I closed my eyes and let out a long breath.Moon Goddess...How had I deserved that? I had not.Not after everything I had missed. His first breath. His first laugh. His first word. His first steps. His first shift. His first scraped knee. His first nightmare. Every single memory that should have belonged to me... belonged only to Eirlys.A knock sounded on the half-open door.Rhydian entered quietly, his footsteps steady and familiar."You should be resting," he sa

Eirlys POV:The village had become entirely too quiet lately. Not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of quiet that meant people were watching instead of talking openly.I felt their eyes on us everywhere. From behind windows. Across the market stalls. Behind half-open doors. Every time Auren laughed loudly, someone would look over. Every time a soldier passed by, whispers followed like shadows.I hated it so much.Just after noon, someone knocked on the door.Three gentle taps. It was not Rhydian. It was not Kaelor either.When I opened the door, Elder Miriam stood outside holding a clay bowl wrapped in a clean cloth."I brought stew," she said softly, almost shyly.I looked at the bowl. Then at her. "You have never brought me stew before."A shadow of embarrassment crossed her face. "No, I have not.""No, you have not," I repeated.Neither of us spoke for several long moments. Finally, she sighed heavily."I owe you an apology, Eirlys."That... I had not expected at all."For what?"

Eirlys POV:Something was wrong with me. I caught myself looking toward the mill way too often. Not once. Not twice. Far too many times throughout the day.I blamed it on the noise. The steady rhythm of hammers hitting wood and metal. The occasional laughter from the soldiers as they worked. The horses moving around and snorting in their temporary pens. Anything except the truth.The truth was that a part of me had started wondering what he was doing over there. What he was thinking about. Whether he was resting his injured shoulder or pushing himself too hard again. I hated that part of myself for it."Mama!" Auren came barreling through the garden carrying a big bundle of dandelions in both hands. "They're flowers!""They're weeds," I said, but I could not help smiling at his excitement."They're beautiful weeds," he insisted, holding them up higher for me to see.I accepted the little bouquet with a smile. "They're the prettiest weeds I've ever received. Thank you."He puffed out