The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

As I was about to follow them, a sudden cry from outside pierced the calm.

Instinctively, I turned to see the bodyguard rushing in.

He mumbled apologetically to Caleb before delivering a hushed message.

“Alexandria is here.

She’s crying and demanding to see you.

”

Caleb’s demeanor soured abruptly.

He instructed the servant to take the children to the dining room before approaching me.

“Why don’t you join the kids for dinner? I’ll handle this.

”

A pang of sadness flickered across me.

I gave him a brief, emotionless glance before addressing the children, “Go have dinner, sweethearts.

I’ll be there soon, okay?”

The children readily agreed and followed the servant to the dining room.

Once they were gone, I turned to Caleb, my face an emotionless mask.

Caleb sighed, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice.

“Please don’t be angry.

No matter what Alexandria wants, I promise I won’t let her cause you any pain.

”

His words, intended to be comforting, only deepened my sadness.

He took my hand and led me outside.

The moment Alexandria saw us emerge together, tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over before she could utter a word.

One hand cradled her belly, the other reached out to Caleb in a desperate plea.

“I’m pregnant,” she cried,

her voice thick with emotion.

“My father says it’s shameful to be pregnant before marriage and is forcing me to have an abortion.

I can’t lose this baby.

”

Debra’s POV:

Alexandria’s confession should have devastated me, yet a strange sense of relief washed over me.

It was as if the worst had come true, dulling the initial shock.

“So, what now?” I asked, my voice devoid of emotion as I even managed a smile for Caleb.

His brow furrowed deeply.

Fear flickered in his eyes as he attempted to explain, but the words seemed to escape him.

The sight was almost comical.

I withdrew my hand, waiting silently for his response.

Caleb darted a glance at me before turning to Alexandria, his voice laced with unexpected coldness.

“Who is the father of this child?”

Alexandria’s expression morphed from pitiful to utter shock.

Before she could respond, Caleb cut her off.

“I was drunk that night.

I don’t remember a thing,” he declared coldly.

Disbelief replaced Alexandria’s earlier tears.

“What do you mean? Won’t you take responsibility for our child?”

Caleb’s frown deepened further.