Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Chapter 165

Aria’s POV

Morning light filtered through the curtains.

Warm. Gentle. The kind of light that made everything feel soft around the edges.

I blinked awake slowly. My body was warm. Comfortable. Safe.

Someone was breathing beside me.

Deep. Steady. The rhythm of peaceful sleep.

I turned my head.

Kael.

He was still here.

Still in my bed. Still in my apartment. Still in my life.

His dark hair was messy from sleep. His face relaxed in a way I’d never seen before. All the Alpha authority gone. All the tension smoothed away.

He looked younger like this. Almost vulnerable.

My chest tightened.

Last night had been... everything.

The confession. The kiss. The way he’d held me after. Like I was precious. Like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go.

We’d talked for hours. About the past three years. About Lina. About what came next.

Then we’d fallen asleep. Together. In my tiny bed. His arms wrapped around me.

I should probably wake him. Should probably—

"Mommy?"

The small voice made me freeze.

I turned my head.

Lina stood in the doorway. Her unicorn clutched under one arm. Her eyes huge and round.

Staring at the bed.

At me.

At Kael.

At us together.

Oh no.

"Baby!" I sat up too fast. The blanket fell away. "Good morning! Did you sleep well?"

She didn’t answer.

Just kept staring.

Her little brain clearly working overtime. Processing the scene in front of her.

Her mommy. In bed. With the man who’d made soup with her.

The man who’d carried mommy home when she was sick.

The man who’d held her on the couch all night.

"Is Kael sleeping?" Her voice was quiet. Careful.

"Yes, baby. He... he stayed over last night. It got late and—"

"Because of the rain?"

I blinked. "What?"

"It was raining." She said it matter-of-factly. "So he couldn’t go home. Because he’d get all wet again."

Relief flooded through me.

"Exactly. That’s exactly why."

She nodded. Seemed satisfied with this explanation.

Then she walked forward. Climbed onto the bed. Settled herself right between us.

"Lina, sweetie, maybe we should let him—"

Too late.

She’d already poked Kael’s cheek with one tiny finger.

"Kael." Poke. "Kael, wake up." Poke poke. "It’s morning. You have to wake up now."

He stirred. Made a sound that was half groan, half laugh.

His eyes opened slowly.

Those black-gold irises finding Lina’s face immediately.

"Good morning, little monster." His voice was rough from sleep. Deep and gravelly in a way that made my stomach flip.

"Good morning!" Lina beamed. "You stayed over!"

"I did." He sat up carefully. Rubbed his eyes. "Hope that’s okay."

"It’s VERY okay." She bounced slightly. "Now you can have breakfast with us! Mommy makes the BEST pancakes. Way better than our soup."

Despite everything, I laughed.

Kael grinned. "I don’t doubt that for a second."

He looked at me over Lina’s head. Those eyes soft. Warm. Full of something that made my heart race.

"Pancakes sound perfect."

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Twenty minutes later, we were all in the kitchen.

I was at the stove. Flipping pancakes. Trying not to burn them while being hyperaware of Kael’s presence behind me.

He’d borrowed one of my oversized shirts. It was too small on him. Stretched tight across his shoulders. The sleeves barely reached his elbows.

He looked ridiculous.

And absolutely gorgeous.

Lina sat at the table. Swinging her legs. Chattering nonstop about everything and nothing.

"—and then Sally said her daddy could lift a car but I said MY daddy could probably lift TWO cars and she said I didn’t have a daddy and I said—"

She stopped mid-sentence.

I turned around. Spatula in hand.

Her face had gone red. Her eyes wide with horror.

"I..." She looked at me. Then at Kael. Then back at me. "I didn’t mean... I wasn’t trying to..."

"Hey." Kael moved before I could. Knelt beside her chair. "It’s okay."

"But I said something bad." Her bottom lip trembled. "About not having a daddy. Mommy gets sad when I talk about that."

My throat tightened.

"You didn’t say anything bad, sweetheart." I set down the spatula. Walked over. "You were just telling a story."

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