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My Cold Alpha Baby Daddy Wants Me Back

"""You're mine, Betty. You always have been."" ""I'm not…"" ""Yes, you are. Fight me off all you want. Lie to my face that you don't feel shit for me anymore. Keep refusing to tell me why your son has such a striking resemblance with me. I don't care. Because one thing is clear as fucking day, Betty…"" ""And — and what's that?"" ""You miss me. You crave my touch. Now say that's a lie too. I dare you. I double dare you…"" –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Sold to the cold, domineering Alpha by her abusive stepfather, Betty is dangling from one miserable fate to another. When she realizes the cold Alpha is her fated mate, she tries to win his love. But his aloof nature makes it impossible. One night, she runs away from the Pack, with his unborn heir. She starts life anew away from him and everyone else who has made life hell for her. Years later, he shows up in front of her, begging for her love and forgiveness. But this time, she's not the naive and pitiful girl he once knew. This time, she's determined to keep her son and her body away from him. No matter how hard it is. And no matter how badly she's tempted to go back into his strong, alluring arms. She needs to stay away from him. But that's not easy, especially when he's stalking her now and going out of his way to seduce her back into his life. How long before her strong resolve breaks? Or will she forever stick to her vow of never returning to him? "

Zita Louis · Fantasy
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30 Chs

CHAPTER 9

  ACE’S POV

  “Yes?” I mumbled from my sleep. The gentle knock on my door woke me up. As I sat up on the bed, my head spun, and I squinted my eyes from the bright lights across the room. The sun was up already.

  I stood up lazily and opened the door. A hotel worker was impatiently waiting for me.

  “Breakfast is ready, Sir.” she said calmly, hiding her earlier anger well. I replied to her and shut the door. Unable to sleep back, I got ready for the day. The weird situation between Betty and I needed to be solved, so I decided to dedicate my whole day to getting to talk to her. She mostly needs to explain “Maxwell” cause he was definitely my child, and she hid it away from me.

  Pulled out a simple shirt and jeans from my closet and got dressed. Breakfast was brought in a few minutes later, and I sat quietly to bacon, eggs, and avocado toast.

  Another gentle knock jolted me out of my thinking. Alex walked in after I responded. I had guessed it was him.