The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

It had been four days since we received news of Alexandria’s disappearance, and the children had been confined to the villa, unable to leave.

Even I was feeling the boredom of our days.

With a sigh, I reached out and gathered them into my arms, whispering reassuringly, “Mommy’s going to take you out for some fun.

No need to be sad, okay?”

Their faces lit up at the promise of an outing.

I couldn’t suppress a chuckle and turned to Caleb for assistance.

“As the man of the house, how about you take us out for some fun?”

Approaching with a smile, Caleb asked, “You’re not worried anymore?”

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I replied earnestly, “But you’re here with us, right? You’ll keep us safe.

We’ll take a few bodyguards and watch the kids closely.

”

“Okay,” Caleb agreed without hesitation.

The kids beamed with joy.

Dylan was so thrilled that he clapped his hands, exclaiming, “Great! I can finally go out and ride my bike!”

No sooner had he spoken than he dashed to his room, wheeling out his bike.

Concerned I might be tired, Caleb scooped up Elena and signaled to a group of bodyguards.

Together, the four of us stepped out.

I followed Dylan, pedaling away, as we meandered through the beautifully adorned garden.

The fresh air outside seemed to rejuvenate me.

Amidst our conversation and laughter, we strolled and took in the vistas of the estate.

Soon, Elena grew restless in her father’s arms and decided to chase after Dylan on foot, giggling as she ran.

The children’s laughter filled the garden, adding to the serene atmosphere.

Caleb and I walked side by side, savoring the tranquility.

After a good while, Elena, tugging at Caleb’s trousers, murmured, “I’m tired, Dad.

Let’s take a break.

”

Spotting a pavilion nearby, I suggested, “Why don’t we rest in that pavilion over there for a bit?”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Caleb agreed and, with Elena in his arms, headed towards the pavilion.

I turned to Dylan, still enthusiastically riding his bike, and called out, “Dylan, we’re going to take a break.

”

Dylan, however, was not ready to stop.

“No, I don’t want to rest.

I want to ride my bike!”

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Upon hearing those words, I frowned.

Even with bodyguards around, we couldn’t afford to be careless.