Summer’s POV. "Who are they, Summer?" His voice echoed through the darkness, a question loaded with curiosity and perhaps a hint of concern. This time, I found myself incapable of restraining my emotions; they surged within me, demanding expression. The need to break the silence overwhelmed me, compelling me to act impulsively, without the safety of looking back. I felt an urgency to reveal the truth. "They are my kids, Alpha Alexander," I declared, the words leaving my lips with a raw honesty that startled even me. The air became charged with tension as I responded to him, daring him to challenge the reality I presented. In that moment, my heart pounded, unsure of how he would react. "Do you have a problem with that?" I threw the question at him, my tone laced with a daring challenge. It was as if I had unleashed a storm, and just then, I sensed his grip on my wrist gradually loosening. His face mirrored a blend of shock and disbelief. He stood there, momentarily frozen, unabl

Alexander’s POV. Seeing that Summer was on the verge of leaving the office, it dawned on me that maybe, just maybe, she was too reserved and careful to avoid any physical touch from me, especially in Ray's presence. Recognizing this, I swiftly made a decision to keep her in my office and let go of Ray. "Leave the office, Ray!" I commanded, prompting him to exit without a moment's hesitation. Despite Ray's withdrawal from the office, Summer remained uneasy,around me and visibly uncomfortable, clearly wary of being alone with me. Understanding her apprehension, I couldn't allow her to endure the pain I had unintentionally caused. "Turn around, Mate!" I ordered, my voice deep and authoritative, resonating through the room. However, she hesitated, refusing to meet my gaze. "I said, turn around right now, Kitten!" I urged, adopting a more domineering tone that filled the air with an unmistakable coldness. Slowly, but a bit reluctant, she turned on her heels to face me. And the mome

Summer's POV."M… o… m… m… y!" Jason stuttered with a soft but disturbed tone as he struggled to get the words out."Calm down, boy..." I tried to soothe Jason, my own sense of worry escalating with every tear-laden moment.Fear gripped me, and my heart ached deeply. I blinked incessantly, desperately trying to halt the tears poised to roll down my cheeks."I want you to speak to mommy! Speak to mommy, Jason! What is going on? Why are you crying?" I inquired, my voice steady, yet my inner prayers echoed fervently. I hoped against hope that my worst fears weren't coming true, that perhaps, for today, nothing terribly wrong had happened to my baby boy."Mommy... Mommy, he isn't okay!" Jason uttered, his words a painful disclosure. Tears welled up in my eyes, an unstoppable flow mirroring the grief in my heart."Who isn't okay, Jason? Who isn't okay, baby?" I asked again, desperately seeking confirmation that I wasn't caught in a nightmare, that I wasn't thinking the opposite.Clutchin

Summer's Pain… (Daddy!)Alexander's POV."They are not your kids!" Her words echoed and played on repeat in my mind, as if she was still standing right next to me.I desperately wanted to silence it, to remove and take the words from my head, but it felt impossible. Summer's voice lingered, stubbornly refusing to fade away, especially when the hurtful words struck a sensitive chord.With each step towards the room where my blood would be drawn, a sense of unease washed over me. Yet, despite the discomfort, there was no way I was going to turn back. I couldn't let the young kid's life be at risk. The weight of the decision pressed on me as I moved forward, grappling with the echoes of Summer's cutting words.We soon arrived at the room, and upon entering, the first sight that greeted me was the little kid lying on the bed. A sudden shiver crawled up my skin, sending a cold sensation throughout my body.I was given a blue dress and then directed to sit down near the bedside where th

Alexander's POV."Once I leave this hospital, Summer, I am not turning back, I am not coming back! So what would it be?" I asked, my gaze buried into hers as I awaited a response from her."Am I their father or not? Are they my kids or not?" I added with a deep and menacing tone just so she can understand and know the depth of my seriousness.I needed her to know that keeping the kids away from me if they were mine shouldn't be the right thing to do."So what would it be, Summer?" I asked again, still waiting for a response from her. She needed to be open to me instead of standing at a spot and gazing at me.My patience wore thin, but I remained firm, demanding the truth and urging her to break the silence that only fueled my frustration. She looked stunned, shocked, and a bit nervous about what to say or do. Deep down, I hoped she would speak up to me, no matter what.She turned to look at Jason and Kayden for a split second, and just then, she turned back to me with a serious gaze,