Alpha No longer Pretends Chapter 02
Perhaps there really was a mother–child bond. Suddenly, the baby
started crying for no reason.
No matter what I did, she wailed loudly.
Footsteps tapped quickly down the stairs.
Ivy Johnson wrapped in my bathrobe, looked at me with a hurt expression.
“Can’t you stand to see me happy, sister? You’re making the baby
cry on purpose to disturb us. I can take it, but she’s your own
daughter–how can you be so cruel?“.
My body went stiff. Humiliation from being misunderstood flooded over me.
I’d carried her for ten months and nearly died from blood loss giving birth.
No one loved her more than I did.
I ignored Ivy’s unreasonable words and turned away with our daughter,
But she lunged forward and tried to snatch the baby from my arms.
“You don’t deserve to be a mother!”
Her movements were rough. The baby cried even harder. My heart
clenched, as if I couldn’t breathe.
My mind went blank. I raised my hand and shoved Ivy hard. She
screamed and fell to the floor.
“Emily Brown! What are you doing? Ivy’s pregnant!”
Mason stormed down in a rage, stepping in front of the whimpering Ivy Johnson.
Ivy bit her lip and looked up at him with tearful eyes.
“Alpha, the baby wouldn’t stop crying. I tried to help Sister, but she
hit me right away. I don’t know what I did wrong… Maybe
everything I do is wrong…”
Ivy cried miserably. Mason didn’t listen to me at all. He stepped
forward coldly and tried to take the baby.
My heart ached. I begged quietly.
“Don’t hurt her. I’ll give her to you.”
Amid the baby’s hoarse, pitiful cries, Mason tossed me some money coldly.
“Go buy a cake. Apologize to Ivy.”
The baby’s little hands struggled and reached toward me, as if begging me to save her.
Mason ignored my red eyes and snapped. “Move!”
Ivy held the baby and smiled at me triumphantly.
“Hurry back, Sister. I’ll take good care of the baby for you.”
My daughter’s helpless cries stabbed at my temples like a knife. I
glanced at her, my heart bleeding.
I bit the tip of my tongue until I tasted blood, then turned and
rushed out, my head spinning.
I drove as fast as I could to the bakery and bought a cake.
Within half an hour, I stumbled back, gasping for breath.
The second I pushed the door open, the room was deadly quiet. My heart sank.
I staggered into the nursery.
Ivy was walking out. When she saw me, her face flickered with guilt.
But she quickly smiled and took the cake from my hand.
She looked up and called Mason.
“Alpha, come down for cake!”
I looked down at my daughter. She was sleeping peacefully. I sighed in relief.
But soon, I noticed something was wrong. Harper’s face was bright
red. She looked uncomfortable but wouldn’t move.
I panicked. I whispered her name and gently shook her, but she didn’t respond.
Despair wrapped around me like a tight, tangled net.
“Harper!”
My bloodshot scream filled the mansion.