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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 16

  BETTY’S POV

  Slowly opening my eyes. My head ached. I turned and saw Drake by my side. He seemed happy that I was awake. I looked around as I tried to remember where I was.

  Tears flowed down my face as I remembered Margaret's call, the hospital, my son. Maxwell!

  “Max! Max! Where is Max?” I asked as I attempted to remove the drip from my hand.

  “His is fine. He’s resting now.” Drake said.

  I didn’t stop crying. The last thing I remembered was Drake telling me that Max would not make it out alive if he didn’t get an immediate blood transfusion.

  Maxwell had a rare blood type, and it would be very hard to just get his blood anywhere. I would have to tell Ace about it, but I didn’t want to.