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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 · Fantaisie
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30 Chs

CHAPTER 15

  BETTY’S POV

  It has been three months since Drake publicly proposed, and Ace still has not stopped stalking me. He would show up at the office, house, and even Maxwell’s school. I was beginning to get scared, but Drake assured me there was nothing to be afraid of. I knew that both of them were rivals, stating the innate feud that had existed between both packs for years.

  Dating Drake was supposed to keep Ace away from me, but he wouldn’t budge. Telling him off was getting tiring. He would sometimes send gifts and flowers. He was slowly building a bond with Maxwell, and I didn’t want that.

  It was a lovely Tuesday afternoon, and I was working on a design in my office. It had taken sleepless nights and brain-racking to eventually figure out the design.

  “Yes!” I yelled happily as I stared at the brilliant design. My works were going places and thriving.