Rejected, And Became A Heiress (Cara) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 0062 

“Just leave, Alaric. Just go,” 

Cara replies softly. Her voice is filled with sorrow. 

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Her words keep popping up in my mind. 

I’m lost in my thoughts, driving to my Alpha villa. Six years ago, I was more used to having a driver take me places…but after spending time with Cara, I grew to prefer driving myself. 

As I step out of my car, I think I hear something behind me. 

I turn to look over my shoulder, scanning the area carefully, I see a flash of red in my backseat. 

It can’t be… 

I open the door to the backseat swiftly and lay my eyes on Cara’s red–headed daughter. 

She carefully gives me a smile: “…Hi, Big uncle?” 

I know her…! 

It’s Cara’s daughter! 

littla 

“How did you get here?” I ask the girl. 

She doesn’t speak. She simply stares at me with giant bright blue eyes, not moving a muscle. 

“C’mon inside. I’ll call your family.” I tell her, extending my hand towards the little girl. 

She pauses for a moment, then gives an even brighter smile than before, gets out of the car, and runs toward me. 

“Thank you, uncle!” The little pup says. 

I hear the door of the car slam and I hold the door to the house open behind me so the little girl can walk inside. She looks around with mystified blue eyes, in awe of the newness of the DarkWood Alpha villa. 

This kid has probably never been outside of BloodyMoon before, I realize. 

She runs her fingers over a carved wolf statue and looks at me with a big toothy smile, her face mesmerized. She touches everything her fingers can reach. 

Curious little thing, she is. 

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I’ve never been that good with kids, but something about this little one is actually… cute. But I need to get her back to where she belongs I can only imagine how upset Cara will be to not only learn that her daughter is missing, but that she’s with ME. 

This isn’t going to end well. 

This little girl and Cara belong to a happy family of three. 

I hand the little girl over to the maid, who is preparing dinner, and instruct, “Take good care of her. Her family will come to pick her up later.” 

“What’s your name, little one?” I ask. 

“Mia,” She’s still focused on observing her surroundings. 

Then she notices the serving cart beside the maid–or more precisely, the ice cream on the cart. It’s the dessert for dinner. 

Mia visibly brightens with excitement. She carefully tugs at my sleeve and asks, “Can I have some ice cream, Uncle?” 

Who could possibly say no to such an adorable little pup? 

I sigh, “Just a little bit. Your mom should be here to pick you up soon.” 

“Yay!!” Mia cheers, dashing toward the cart. 

I pull out my phone and dial Eamon. “It’s Alaric. I have Mia here with me. She snuck into my car,” I say the words quickly, knowing Eamon is not