All Chapters of Too Weak To Have An Heir : Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

"Bryan? Are you alright?" I asked him, and he seemed to snap back to reality immediately. He nodded in response. "Yes," he said. As I looked at him, I sensed that he had something on his mind, but he probably didn't want to share it with me while Kara was present. He remained quiet during those few minutes with us, but after that, he turned to me."I must go to work," he said. I decided to take the opportunity to talk to him.I sighed. "Kara, would you mind staying with Aiden for a little while? I'm just going out with Bryan for a minute," I suggested. Kara smiled at me, still holding Aiden."Of course, just go. We'll be alright here, won't we?" She addressed her question to Aiden. I smiled, then glanced at Bryan, who still hadn't smiled.As soon as we stepped outside, I started the conversation. "Bryan? Are you angry with me now?" I asked. He sighed in response."I am not angry with you. I can't understand why you didn't tell me about this event," he replied, and for a moment, I fel

Andrew's POV"Andrew, I still don’t understand why I can’t go with you tomorrow. I’m not just your Beta anymore, remember?” Seraphina rested her palm on my thigh and leaned her head onto my shoulder.I sighed. “Sera, please understand. Caleb just started, and I can’t leave him here alone,” I said as I drove her home.She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Andrew, Caleb is a mastermind. You said it yourself—he already works like he’s always been with us,” she replied, clearly offended and crossing her arms over her chest. “Besides, you still ignored my complaint from last time,” she added, prompting another sigh from me.“Sera, he insisted it was just an accident, and he apologised. You belong with me; who would dare touch you?” I said, though part of me wanted to tape her mouth shut. I was starting to have enough of her.She chuckled bitterly. “I don’t understand why you won’t believe me when I say it was intentional,” she said quietly, clearly worried about annoying me.“You took the wron

As the scent lingered in the air and my mind drifted away, I failed to notice the man I was talking to had stopped speaking. I only realised when the room's attention shifted to one focal point: her. When I glanced at her, a sharp ache hit my chest, and I found it impossible to describe the emotions that left me motionless. It was a mix of pain and tightness in my chest—an overwhelming sense of remorse and regret, pure adoration, longing, and a touch of anger. The woman who entered the room with confidence was one of the most beautiful she-wolves I had ever seen. She had changed somehow. She was the same woman I married, loved, and adored for years—the same one I had shared my bed with. Yet, in that moment, she looked different. Her gorgeous figure was back, as if she had fully healed, and the stylish outfit she wore signified that her life was back on track. She looked well cared for; her beautiful dress likely cost a fortune, and the signature Finwalley ring on her finger had repl