The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

I hesitated, considering the vastness and many hiding spots within our garden.

Opting for caution, I suggested, “Let’s stay indoors and ride in the living room and hallway, alright?”

Despite my explanations about the potential dangers in the backyard, Dylan was adamant.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“No, I’m going to the backyard!”

I felt helpless and tried to explain to Dylan that there might be some bad guys hiding in the backyard garden.

But Dylan wouldn’t listen to me at all.

He rode his bike and darted out.

His swift departure spurred me to action, and I called to the bodyguards urgently, “Stop him!”

Thankfully, the vigilant bodyguards managed to intercept him promptly.

Upset by his recklessness, I told Dylan sternly, “You are a bad boy.

Go back to your room and stay there!”

I then instructed the bodyguards to escort him back to his room with a bit more force than usual.

Back in the living room, I could hear Dylan’s cries, which made me feel both remorseful and anxious.

When Caleb returned and heard the crying, he asked with concern, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

I felt aggrieved when I saw Caleb, so I told him what happened afternoon.

Caleb let out a sigh of relief and reassured me, “Alexandria has returned to the Vargas family secretly.

It’s safe for Dylan to play around the manor.

Don’t worry too much.

”

However, I couldn’t hide my frustration, glaring at him.

“No, he can’t.

You’ve been too lenient.

Alexandria and her father have some loyal subordinates within the Vargas family.

What if they target our children to curry favor with Alexandria and Neal? Dylan is just a little boy.

He’ll get over it quickly.

”

Unable to sway my concerns, Caleb drew me close and coaxed, “You’re right to be cautious.

I’ll heed your advice.

”

Caleb’s POV:

When I got home, I was disheartened to see that Debra had been worried sick about the kids’ safety.

That afternoon, I cleared my schedule and spent the day with Debra and the children.

Together, Debra and I went upstairs to soothe Dylan, who was still in tears.

He was sitting alone on the carpet, his cheeks wet with tears.

Upon seeing Dylan, Debra’s heart melted.

She rushed over, scooped him up in her arms, and whispered, “Dylan, please don’t cry.

This is all my fault.

I’m sorry, baby.

”

Dylan, ever the understanding child, stopped crying the moment Debra held him, though his eyes remained tear-stained.

“I’ll be good.

Mom, please don’t go…”

At his words, Debra’s eyes welled up with tears.

The sight made my heart sink even further.

I chose not to interrupt their moment and left the room silently.