"Let's get a divorce." I threw the divorce papers at him. "Nina, you're exaggerating." He stared at me coldly. "You won't sign them? Fine. I'll take them to court. I'm sure the press will have a field day with that." ***For years, Nina has hoped that Jaxon’s coldness would thaw, that the bond they should have shared as mates would finally blossom into real love. However, when she got pregnant and was informed of the miscarriage, her heart was broken. Jaxon only loved his ex-girlfriend, and when Nina divorced Jaxon, he found out that she was the hidden Alpha heir of the Valens Pack. How can he win her back?
View MoreJaxon I'm disappointed that Nina would think of me as such a monster. I heard of the attack this morning, and from the horrid details, I'm hurt that her suspicion landed on me."I had nothing to do with the attack on your pack," I say earnestly.I watch her, looking for signs that she doesn't believe me, but all I can see behind those piercing blue eyes is a blank stare. It's like she's searching for something in my gaze, something that will confirm her suspicions or put her at ease. I can't blame her for doubting me; after all, our history is fraught with misunderstandings and miscommunications. But this is different.No matter how hurt I was, I could never go after her pack that way. It's just wrong not to mention, evil."Nina, you have to believe me," I implore, closing the distance between us until we're only inches apart. Her floral scent wraps around me, intoxicating and familiar, stirring memories of our times together.She looks up at me, her eyes flickering the uncertainty a
Nina"You don't have to do this, Nina," Lucas pleads for the umpteenth time.We are heading toward the scene of the incident, and I insisted on coming along with the rest of the pack despite Dominic's warning of the macabre details of the death."I want to. I'm the alpha, it's my responsibility to be there for my pack," I reply firmly.The tension is palpable as we approach the clearing where the attack took place. The scent of blood and death hangs heavy in the air, making my stomach churn.I survey the scene, taking in the broken branches, the patches of torn earth, and the splatters of blood on the ground. My wolf stirs within me, restless and angry at the injustice that has been done to our pack.Lucas puts a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding me. "Are you ready for this?" he asks quietly.I nod, steeling myself for what I am about to see. As the alpha, I must stay strong for my pack, even in the face of such horror.We step into the clearing, and my breath catches in my thr
Nina"I'm going on a date," I blurt out as soon as Callie answers the phone. "Technically it's not a date, it's more of a…""A date? With who? Please don't tell me Jaxon," Callie cuts me off.I ignore the dull ache in my chest at the mention of Jaxon. I know that Callie and my family don't approve of him which only adds to the conflict of my feelings toward him. I just don't get why we can't get along past the sex."No. Elijah," I answer and hope that she won't notice the change in my voice."Oh my God! The sexy billionaire?" Callie squeals."Yup. We are going for a run, and I'm nervous," I admit. I've been obsessing about it all morning, and I had to talk to someone about it.I can hear Callie take a deep breath through the phone, "I'm so happy you are moving on, Nina."I quickly swallow the tears that well up in my eyes, "it's not like that Callie. We are just friends, and I don't think it will progress to anything. I think I still love…""No, we are not talking about him today. Jus
JaxonElijah Drake.That's the man Nina was on a date with yesterday. It only took the private investigator a couple of hours to gather everything on him, and I've been going through his file since.I know. It's not a good look, but jealousy and curiosity got the better part of me. I had to know who my mate was going out with. Elijah is a normal guy, a typical alpha billionaire, however, one thing stands out. While I'm certain that Nina's family hates my guts, Elijah appears to have quite a close relationship with them.His name appears severally in most of the family's business deals. His pack, the Night Shadow, is the neighboring pack —a fact that doesn't sit well with me. Every detail about the man feels like a knife twisting in my gut.Could they be planning to merge their packs? If they got married…Fuck! The idea alone makes jealousy fire through my insides, surging like bile in my throat.I could lose Nina. Forever.The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I am reminded of
Nina“Nina?” He repeats.“I can’t-” Before I can say anything else, Jaxon’s hands are on me, pushing my dress up, his fingers brushing my thighs. My skin ignites at his touch, fire racing through me. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to moan. “Jaxon, wait—”“Shut up,” he growls, pushing my panties to the side before burying his mouth between my legs.“Holy shit,” I gasp, my back arching as he devours me like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Jaxon!”“Tell me you want this,” he mutters against me, his breath hot and making me squirm.“I do,” I manage, the heat pooling in my core. “But—”“Then stop talking,” he snaps, fingers working their magic while his mouth works me over. I’m teetering on the edge, and he knows it.Just as I’m about to lose myself, the confession spills out. “I kissed him back, Jaxon!”He pauses, hurt flashing across his face, and I hate myself for it. “Is that all?” His voice is strained, tension rippling through him.Before I can answer, his mouth is replaced by his finger
NinaI finally pull up to the gate, a wave of anxiety washing over me. The driver glances back at me through the rearview mirror. “You sure you wanna go in?”“Yeah,” I say, straightening my shoulders. “Just go ahead. I’ll be right in.”He raises an eyebrow. “Alright, but don’t mention this to anyone, okay?”“Promise. I’ll be fine,” I assure him, my stomach twisting as I watch him nod and drive on.As I step out of the car, I spot someone leaning against a parked vehicle. My heart skips, and then sinks all at once. It’s Jaxon.“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand, striding toward him. My pulse quickens—not from excitement but from a mix of anger and confusion.He pushes off the car and strides toward me, the worry etched on his face. “Nina, why are you crying? Who the fuck made you cry?”I push him back, trying to create some distance. “What do you mean? What are you doing here? Do you have a fucking death wish?”“You weren’t picking up,” he snaps, frustration bubbling under th
NinaI stare at the mess of clothes on my bed, chewing on my lip, hands hovering over yet another dress I pulled from the closet. Black satin? Red silk? Am I really going on this date, or is this some half-assed attempt at proving I’ve moved on?I drag a hand through my hair, glancing at my phone lighting up on the bed. Jaxon’s name flashes across the screen, again. Fourth time today. I let it ring, feeling my stomach twist. If I pick up, I know damn well I’ll just cancel this whole date. And I can’t do that. I need this. Even if it’s a mistake.With a frustrated sigh, I drop the black dress and go for something simpler—deep emerald green, a sleek, fitted style that hugs in all the right places. At least if I’m making a bad decision, I might as well look like I’m enjoying it.I slip it on, smoothing it over my hips, and stare at my reflection. Alright, Nina. Breathe. It’s just dinner. But I can’t ignore the knots in my stomach or the ridiculous urge to check my phone every five minute
JaxonI wake up hard, again. Half-asleep, my hand reaches over, searching for her warmth. I know she’s gone, but some part of me still thinks she’s going to be there, curled up beside me. The bed is cold, empty, and the reminder hits harder than I expected.My mind drifts to memories I thought I’d moved past, replaying the few times we actually did fall into bed together. They were rare enough that each one is etched into me, sharper and more painful than I care to admit. I used to tell myself we’d work it out, that she’d understand what it meant to be married to someone like me. Now, lying here alone, the truth’s obvious: I took her for granted, and she’s gone. And there’s no one to blame but myself.I throw off the covers and head to the shower, hoping the hot water will help clear my mind. But the memories follow me. Her laugh, her scent, the way she’d look at me like I was the only one who mattered. They hit me harder than the water pounding against my shoulders. My jaw clenches,
NinaI don’t sleep that night. It’s like I’m stuck in a loop, tossing and turning, my skin burning hot under the covers. Callie’s words keep circling in my head. She doesn’t get it. She’ll never get what it’s like to have someone’s name practically etched into your bones, to carry a scar they left behind.Jaxon did that. And Elijah? He’s this strange reminder of a piece of my life that I can’t let go of yet.I stare at my phone, then type it out before I can stop myself: He’s not Jaxon.It’s barely a minute before Callie replies, blunt as hell: No shit, Nina. He’s not supposed to be.I exhale, my head falling into my hands. She’s right, of course. Elijah isn’t Jaxon. He’s not even close. But that’s what’s fucking me up. Elijah is a symbol of my past, and Jaxon was supposed to be my future. That’s all twisted up now—ripped away before I got the chance to fully live it.Another buzz, and Callie’s words hit like a punch to the gut: You can’t stay stuck in the past forever, babe. You’ve g
NinaI sit at the table, staring at the untouched glass of wine in front of me. The restaurant’s dim lighting should feel romantic. It doesn’t. Not when I’ve been sitting here alone for an hour.I glance at my phone, unlocking the screen just to make sure. Nothing. No texts, no missed calls. No Jaxon.Typical.It’s our anniversary, for fuck’s sake. Three years. Three years of marriage to a man who barely looks at me. I check my phone again, even though I know there’s nothing there. Maybe some part of me is still holding out hope, which is fucking pathetic.I sip the wine, trying to swallow the bitterness rising in my throat. I don’t even like wine, but here I am, drinking it like I’m in some kind of perfect marriage, pretending I have a perfect husband. Meanwhile, Jaxon’s probably stuck in some meeting, or worse—with her.My thumb hovers over Instagram. I shouldn’t check it. I know I shouldn’t. But I do anyway. It’s a habit I’ve fallen into, one that makes me feel worse every time, bu
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