The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

When I heard that Debra planned to meet Alexandria face-to-face, my immediate response was to object.

Given Alexandria’s recent desperation, I couldn’t predict the lengths she might go to.

The thought of Debra approaching anything or anyone potentially dangerous weighed heavily on me.

Yet, observing the resolve in Debra’s eyes, I recognized more than her spirit; I saw a mother who would risk her own safety for her children.

At that moment, I knew my role was not to block Debra’s path but to back her, offering all the protection I could muster.

Despite the difficulty, I steeled myself and consented.

I kept my eyes on Debra’s car until it disappeared into the distance.

With a heavy heart, I returned to the living room, my face an impassive mask.

The butler and the captain of bodyguards stood awaiting orders.

The captain inquired, “Sir, is it time?”

With a decisive nod, I confirmed.

The Vargas family’s bold move to kidnap my son had sealed their fate-no mercy would come from me.

The captain, showing reluctance, ventured, “Should we alert Carlos before we take drastic measures against the entire Vargas family?”

With firm resolve, I responded, “No, Carlos will understand.

”

Given the close relationship between the captain and Carlos, he quickly assured me, “Sir, having worked alongside Carlos for many years, I assure you of his fidelity.

Do not let the villainy of the Vargas family cloud your judgment of him Hearing this prompted a sneer from me.

I looked up sharply and countered coldly, “Enough.

I am aware of what I am doing.

Now, let’s arrest the Vargas family.

The captain bowed his head and hastily acquiesced.

In less than twenty minutes, my bodyguards had the Vargas family’s residence surrounded, and we had corralled anyone who had strayed back inside.

Under my surveillance, no member of the Vargas family dared to make a move.

As the Vargas family succumbed to fear, the eldest member, assessing the situation, pleaded nervously, “Sir, please trust us.

The actions of Alexandria and her father have nothing to do with the Vargas family.

We remain as loyal to you as Carlos is.

Please, allow us our freedom.

”

I sneered, unwilling to engage in futile discussions.

I demanded, “Hand over Alexandria’s mother!”

The members of the Vargas family were taken aback.

They exchanged bewildered glances and remained silent.

The elder who had spoken earlier responded in a trembling voice, “But her mother passed away a long time ago.

”

Ignoring him, I pointed at a flustered woman in the crowd who appeared to be about 50 years old.

Immediately, a bodyguard stepped forward and pulled her from the group.

The Vargas family erupted in panic, shouting in unison.

“You’ve got the wrong person! This is Alexandria’s aunt.

Why are you detaining her?”

I had no interest in prolonging the encounter.

I instructed some of my bodyguards to monitor the Vargas family while I ushered the woman into the car and departed with the rest of my team.

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