Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Return of the Rejected Mate: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Dominic’s POVThe test results paper crumpled in my fist as I drove. Jarek’s words kept repeating in my head—the DNA test showed Debbie wasn’t my daughter.I had called him three times today, asking if there was a mistake. Each time he firmly told me the results were absolutely accurate. The genetic markers didn’t match at all. There was zero possibility of paternity.“I ran it twice to be certain, Alpha,” Jarek had said when he delivered the report. “The child cannot be yours.”I rolled down the window, needing fresh air. The wind blew against my face as I drove aimlessly through pack territories. Street signs lost all meaning.My mind kept replaying Debbie’s smile when she called me “Uncle Ice Cream” at the training camp. Her innocent face, her little voice—all of it contrasted sharply with the cold test results.Five years.For five years, I’d believed Penelope left because I treated her badly after Isabella’s death. I blamed myself for pushing her away. Now I discovered she’d been

Penelope’s POV“Stand still, sweetie.”I adjusted Debbie’s training uniform while she wriggled impatiently. “Is it time yet? Is it time?” she asked for the tenth time since breakfast, her voice bubbling with excitement.“Stop squirming,” I grunted, finally getting the second arm through. “I can’t dress you properly when you’re bouncing around like this.”“I can’t help it!” Debbie giggled. Her small feet pattered rapidly on the wooden floor of her bedroom. “Miss Lyra said I might get to try partial shifting today if I do really well!”I tugged the uniform into place, checking that the protective padding covered her vital areas. Today would be my first time watching her progress at the Rainbow Claw Training Camp. The instructors had sent glowing reports, but I needed to see it for myself.“Arms up,” I instructed, fastening the side buckles.Debbie instantly raised her hands, still bouncing on her toes. I smiled as she did. Something about her excitement warmed me to the core.I crouched

Penelope’s POVI checked my phone for the twentieth time, anxiety agitating my stomach. Still no messages from Edward. No calls. No explanation for his absence.“Mom, when is Daddy Edward coming?” Debbie tugged at my shirt, her bottom lip quivering slightly.She wore her competition uniform—a miniature version of the traditional pack hunting gear, complete with the Iron Mountain insignia.“Soon, baby,” I lied, dialing his number again. The phone rang five times before going to voicemail, just like the previous attempts.Around us, the Rainbow Claw camp was on the go. Families gathered in the assembly area, parents helping their cubs stretch or practice last-minute techniques. Everyone had two parents present—everyone except us.“But the competition starts soon,” Debbie insisted, her green eyes filling with tears. “Tommy said we can’t play if we don’t have a dad. He said we’ll be disqualified."“Disqualified,” I corrected gently, smoothing her hair. “And Tommy doesn’t make the rules.”B

Penelope’s POVI rubbed my sweaty palms against my competition shorts as we approached the suspension obstacle. The referee stood ready, whistling between his lips, watching us take our positions at the starting line. Other families lined up alongside us.“Ready?” the referee asked.I felt Debbie jump at my side, her small hand squeezing mine. “We’re gonna win, right Mom?”I forced a smile. “We’ll try our best, sweetheart.”The referee blew his whistle, the shrill sound carrying across the entirety of the field. Families sprang into action all around us.“Both of you, hold onto me,” Dominic ordered, dropping to one knee. He gestured toward his neck and waist. “I’ll carry you across.”I froze, glaring at the direction of his scent through my blindfold like he’d grown a second head, but I could only see darkness. I heard the other fathers already hoisting their children onto their backs, but none attempted to carry both child and mother.“Mom, come on!” Debbie tugged at my arm impatientl

Penelope’s POVI watched Debbie rush onto the winners’ podium, her curls bouncing in the sunlight. Her face glowed with excitement as she waved frantically to everyone watching. The referee handed her a shining medal, which she immediately held up high above her head.Pride swelled in my chest, momentarily overwhelming my confusion about Dominic. She looked so happy, so triumphant. This was what mattered—her joy, her confidence. Not my complicated feelings about her father.“Look, Mom!” she called, bouncing on her toes. “It’s real gold! Or at least it looks like it!”I smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She deserved this moment of glory after working so hard in practice.Debbie suddenly turned toward me, eyes wide and hopeful. “Mom!” she called, waving me over. “Mom, can we take Uncle Ice Cream out for dinner tonight? To celebrate? Please?”Her pleading expression caught me off guard. Before I could respond, she’d already bounced off to collect her medal certificate, leaving me standing