Semua Bab His Daddy Is My Second Chance Mate: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Alpha Caden’s POV After the messenger delivered the shocking news, my mind raced with a whirlwind of questions. He looks so stoic and serious but also respectful at the same time. He isn’t laughing at my shocked and flabbergasted expression. "What happened to the Alpha King? How did he die? Why am I being summoned?" But the messenger remained steadfast, his expression unreadable as he replied with a respectful tone. "I am not permitted to disclose any further information, Your Majesty." He said, his head bowed a little. This is getting serious. The weight of his words hit me like a physical blow. "Your Majesty?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. The title sounded foreign on my lips, a stark reminder of the immense responsibility that now lay before me.The messenger nodded solemnly, confirming my suspicions. "Yes, Your Majesty. You are summoned to the Alpha King's palace to assume your rightful place as the new Alpha King."A wave of disbelief washed over me, mingled w

Alpha Caden’s POV We approached the Alpha King's palace, I was awe-struck by its grandeur. The palace stood tall and majestic, its gleaming towers reaching towards the sky. The architecture was breathtaking, adorned with intricate carvings and ornate details that spoke of centuries of history and tradition.Weentered the palace grounds, the sight that greeted us was nothing short of mesmerizing. The gardens were a riot of color, with vibrant flowers blooming in perfectly manicured beds. Fountains sparkled in the sunlight, their crystal-clear waters cascading down marble sculptures. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of roses and the sound of birdsong. Everything here screams opulence and real power. Not the one alphas all over the world desperately want. This is real sovereignty. Inside the palace, every room seemed more opulent than the last. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of heroic deeds and ancient battles. Chandeliers hung from the ceilings, casti

Aurora’s POV Alpha Caden's entrance into the parlor was marked by an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze, fierce and penetrating, seemed to lock onto me with a primal ferocity that set my heart racing. There was a hunger in his eyes, a raw desire that spoke volumes without the need for words."Please come, little fox," he said, his voice low and gravelly, each word laced with a potent mixture of command and longing. His words cut through the air with a weight that seemed to hang between us, unspoken yet palpable. My chest aches with the need to comfort him knowing something has made him this unstable. He has never looked so weak and strong in my eyes like right now. Beside me, Lilian tensed, her eyes flickering with a flicker of uncertainty. She knew the significance of his words, the history that lay between us like an invisible thread woven through the fabric of our lives. And though she remained silent, I could see the questions swirling in her mind, the doubt t

Aurora’s POV The sudden clap shattered the tranquility of the room, sending a jolt of fear coursing through my veins. Alpha Caden's swift reaction, pulling me close and shielding my body with his own, offered a fleeting sense of security, though deep down, I knew it wouldn't be enough to conceal our indiscretion.In the dimness of the room, the source of the sound remained obscured, casting a veil of uncertainty over the scene. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of anticipation heavy in the air as we waited for the intruder to reveal themselves.As moments stretched into an agonizing silence, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety creeping in. Who could it be? A member of the pack? A servant? The possibilities raced through my mind, each one more unsettling than the last.And then, just as the tension reached its peak, a voice broke the silence, its tone laced with unmistakable authority. Despite Alpha Caden's efforts to shield me, I braced myself for the inevitable confro

Alpha Caden’s POV I strode back to the throne room, my steps heavy with pent-up frustration and anger. As I settled into my seat among the elders, I could feel their eyes on me, sensing the tension radiating from my every pore. My hands clenched into fists, my knuckles turning white with the force of my emotions.Despite the burning fury coursing through my veins, I remained silent, refusing to give voice to the storm raging within me. I knew that speaking out in anger would only escalate the situation further, and I couldn't afford to lose control, not now.The elders exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the turmoil brewing beneath my calm facade. They wisely chose to remain silent, understanding the gravity of the situation and the precariousness of the moment.But despite my efforts to contain my rage, I could feel it simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. If it weren't for the constraints of decorum and duty, I would have unleashed my wrath upon