Chapter 160: 160. New dolly

ALLISON.

Later, we went back to our old house to eat some lunch. Liam stood by the stove, his sleeves rolled up while he was cooking. Meanwhile, Amaris was sitting on the kitchen stool while playing with her doll. She swung her legs while watching Liam stir some vegetables.

“Daddy Li, I want waffles!” she announced.

Liam paused, his green eyes widening slightly as he turned to face her.

“You want waffles for lunch?” He glanced at me, silently asking if this was okay.

I leaned down and kissed Amaris on the cheek before ruffling her soft curls.

“Why don’t you try eating some veggies for a change, Ami?” I asked.

She scrunched up her nose and stuck her tongue out. “Yuck!”

Liam snickered, clearly amused. “Alright, alright. I’ll make you some waffles.” Then, he turned to me with a smirk and winked. “I’ll just add some fruits to make it… uh, healthy?”

I sighed, pressing a hand to my face.

“She totally takes after me,” I sighed.

Daniel chuckled from across the kitchen, nodding as he looked at Amaris with fond amusement. “Yeah, she definitely got all your spunk.”

“And stubbornness,” River added dryly.

“Especially stubbornness,” Daniel echoed.

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips. I couldn’t exactly argue with that. Aside from her amber eyes which he got from Daniel’s, Amaris was practically a miniature version of me. She was a copy-paste of me in every way. And while I wasn’t exactly complaining, I did worry sometimes. With five Alpha daddies who absolutely adored her, she was bound to be spoiled beyond belief.

Mason, who had been quietly sipping his coffee, suddenly turned to Amaris. “How about a new doll for your next birthday? And maybe another dollhouse? You’ve been playing with your old ones for a while now.”

“Old? Mason, you literally just bought her dolls three months ago,” I huffed a laugh.

Amaris, still holding one of the dolls in question, lifted it up and beamed at Mason.

“New dolly!” she declared joyfully.

“Okay, I’ll buy you a new one,” Mason agreed, smiling.

“Yup. We’re definitely going to spoil her rotten,” I sighed, scratching my head.

Later that evening, as we were preparing for the conference, Emily dropped because she volunteered to be Amaris’ babysitter while we attend the conference. She gasped dramatically as she scooped Amaris into her arms, spinning her around.

“Oh my gosh, you’re just so cute, Ami! You’re growing up so fast!” Emily gushed before kissing the top of her head.

I smiled, watching them. “Yeah, you know how it is with kids. You blink, and suddenly, they’re all grown up.”

Emily flashed me a playful grin.

“In that case… I think it’s time to make another one.”

“W-What?” I nearly choked.

Emily waggled her eyebrows.

“Another baby in the house. You know, so Amaris has a little playmate.” She winked.

I turned beet red, but before I could even respond, Amaris clapped her hands excitedly.

“Baby sibling!” she announced, seemingly liking the idea.

“Oh, look. Amaris is agreeing,” Emily snickered.

My embarrassment only deepened when I noticed the smug smirks on my men’s faces. I quickly waved Emily off, mumbling something about getting ready for the conference, but that didn’t remove the blush on my face.

In the grand ballroom of the Evans Mansion, leaders from all corners of the Outworld gathered—werewolves, vampires, witches, ghouls. All of them had come together for one purpose: peace.

The discussions were long, but no one denied the truth. No one wanted another war. No one wanted more bloodshed.

And then, Sullivan raised his hand.

"If I may?" His voice was strong, confident.

Everyone turned to him as he continued, "If we want to maintain peace, then the Outworld must have a united front. We must form a council—one that represents every faction. A council that will act as the voice of our people, the bridge between our worlds. And at the head of that council, we need a leader—a symbol of peace."

A murmur of agreement passed through the table. One of the White Witch leaders nodded. “You mean a governing body? A council of sorts?”

“Precisely.” Sullivan leaned forward. “A council composed of representatives from each faction—werewolves, vampires, witches, ghouls, and dragonblood. Five seats, five voices, one unified front. And above them, a singular figure who embodies peace. A counselor.”

One of the ghoul leaders, an imposing figure with sunken eyes and ashen skin, tapped his sharp nails against the table. “It’s not a bad idea,” he admitted. “We’ve lost enough of our own. If this council can keep things in check, I see no reason to object.”

A vampire representative leaned forward, her crimson eyes flickering with intrigue. “How do we decide who takes these seats?”

Sullivan responded smoothly. “Each faction elects their own representative. Someone capable, respected, and willing to cooperate with the others.”

The next few minutes were spent debating, but ultimately, the vote was cast. The council was formed with five seats: werewolves, vampires, witches, ghouls, and dragonblood. Sullivan took the final seat as a neutral party, while Wesley was appointed as the council chairperson for the werewolves due to his extensive connections with overseas packs.

A vampire leader leaned back, arms crossed. "Who will be our councilor?"

There was a pause. Then, Quinn’s voice rang through the hall.

“It should be someone who has already proven that peace is possible. Someone who has fought, not to destroy, but to rebuild.”

And then, all eyes turned to me.

I blinked. “What?”

Wesley smirked. “Alli, come on. You’re the one who put an end to the war two years ago. You’re the one who proposed that Outworlders should finally unite.”

River’s voice was casual, yet firm. “No one embodies peace better than you. You use your power not for destruction, but to stop it.”

I looked around, searching for any dissent, but there was none. Their expressions ranged from expectant to approving.

The vampire representative spoke again, this time directing his question at me. “Are you willing to accept this honor, Allison Young? To be the Outworld’s first counselor?”

I took a deep breath, the weight of their expectations settling onto my shoulders. Then, with a steady voice, I answered, “If that’s what it takes to keep the peace for our kind… for our children. Then yes.”

Satisfied nods and murmurs of agreement followed. It was official. I was now the first-ever Outworld counselor, holding the authority to create and enforce new laws among all factions.

I glanced at my mates—Wesley, Liam, River, Mason, and Daniel—all of them looking at me with something akin to pride.

The conference ended with a cocktail hour, where alliances were solidified over drinks and quiet conversations. But even as we celebrated this new beginning, I knew this was only the first step. True peace would take more than words.

The hall erupted into nods of approval.

It was done.