“Happy birthday, Dad,” I greeted my old man.
The former Alpha of De Laro’s pack, the one who gave me the throne I never wanted. He’s the constant reminder that my life isn’t just mine or my wife’s, but belongs to the Lycans I
lead.
“Thanks, son,” he said, his eyes shifting to the person beside me.
Sasha’s with me. She hasn’t been feeling well and didn’t want to be left alone. Maybe she’s still scared of what Rosella might do. After the poisoning, she developed a fear of food. I told her my wife would never make that mistake again, but she still cried and insisted on
ming.
I had no choice but to bring her.
“Why are you with your company secretary?” my father asked. “And where’s Rose, Darius?” His question carried weight. I knew he was starting to suspect, especially with Sasha’s bump.
“She’s resting, Dad. She’s not feeling well. I didn’t force her. But she gave me your gift,” I lied, looking away.
He sighed heavily. This was the first time Rosella missed my father’s birthday. He’s always been fond of her, loved her for me. That’s why our marriage went smoothly.
He accepted my choice to marry her, even without influence or status. I got to live with the woman I loved. But he’s also the reason desperation consumed me when I found out Rosella couldn’t bear children.
He wants to see me having a successor, now.
Rosella couldn’t give that to me. So even if I never meant to hurt her, I had to act. That’s why I won’t let go of the marriage.
She still belongs to me. Sasha means nothing beyond carrying my child. The moment my son is born, she’s gone. It’s Rosella he’ll call mother, not Sasha.
Just a few more months… and my child will be here.
“It would’ve been a happy evening if she were here,” my mother said, then gasped. “Maybe she’s sick because she’s pregnant, son?”
A chill ran through me. Rosellá. Pregnant? I pictured her last pregnancy. four months away. from giving birth before the accident. Before that night at the restaurant.
“Is that true, Darius?” Dad asked.
Everyone in the council with high positions looked at me. They knew about the divorce, but my father didn’t. He was no longer part of the council, just resting now.
Sasha gripped my hand tighter. When I looked at her, her eyes were filled with fear. I held her hand, reassuring her.
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“I’ll make her see a doctor tomorrow, Mom,” I answered hoarsely.
I couldn’t admit that Rosella was barren. I didn’t want her disgraced in front of my family, though I was already disappointed in her.
As the party resumed, Sasha and I sat at my parent’s table. I kept wondering if I could keep the secret until she gave birth.
No one must ever know that the child isn’t mine and Rosella’s.
“Please, feed me, Alpha. I’m hungry for shrimp,” I heard her speak again, but my mind didn’t register it.
vas still thinking. Still thinking of Rosella. She must be mad at me for locking her up. But she can’t leave me.
“Darius…” then I heard a sob.
That snapped me out of my thoughts. Sasha’s finger was bleeding from peeling the shrimp. I grabbed her wrist. “Be careful! You’re wasting my wife’s blood!”
Her eyes widened, and she cried harder. Guilt hit me as she hugged her stomach.
“You’re upsetting me. Our baby…” she sobbed.
I breathed heavily to calm down. “I’m sorry. I’m just stressed,” I told her.
I took her hand and wiped the blood. The shrimp’s head had pricked her. I blew on the wound, soothing the pain. Her sobs softened as she leaned against my shoulder, taking a deep breath.
“I really wish to always have this chance to be with you, Darius…” she whispered, and I froze.
“Didn’t I tell you to address me formally?” I scolded, tightening my grip on her finger. “I’m your boss, not your husband.”
Her eyes flinched at my tone, and she lowered her head. “S–sorry. I got overwhelmed…”
I grinned coldly, grabbing her shoulder to force her gaze. “Remember why you’re here, Sasha. You’re carrying Rosella’s and my child, but you’ll never be my wife.”
I stood, rubbing my head, burning with irritation.
“It’s time to open gifts for Mr. De Laro now,” said the MC.
I turned and spotted the gift I bought for him, one from me, one from my wife. We used different wrappers. But I noticed another gift with the same wrapper as Rosella’s.
“Did you use the same wrapper for my father’s gift?” I asked Sasha.
She shook her head. “No, Alpha…”
My eyes narrowed. Why did it look the same?
“First, the gift from his daughter–in–law, the Luna of our pack,” the MC announced, excited. He didn’t pick my gift. He chose the one like Rosella’s. Did she send it? Who helped her when she’s locked?
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Chapter 7
“Dad, we’re not divorcing.” I told my
