All Chapters of I Became An Alpha After Divorce: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Emma's POV“What is it, Draven?”“I am going back home. Let me drop you and the kids home too.” He offered.“No, thanks. I will book a cab.”“Stop being so stubborn.” He said, “Tell me where you are. I am coming over to pick you up.”I rolled my eyes and remembered something, “Uhhh, Draven can’t do. We just now got into the cab. We are already leaving.”“Is that so?” The man asked. Just when I was rejoicing that I had managed to fool him, someone pulled the phone away from me. “Hey. Are you fuc-” I swallowed the rest of the words down my throat when I realized that the person who had pulled my phone away was none other than Draven. He hung up on the call and said, “Didn’t know your cab had catering services too.”I was too embarrassed to answer so I turned away. He asked the kids if they were full, and once they said they were, he footed the bill and got us out.Draven put the kids in the car and asked me, “Why are you acting strange?”“What?” I did not expect him to confront me like

Draven's POVThe world around me felt like it was crumbling, yet I couldn’t move. I stood in the sterile, white hallways of the hospital, my mind spinning, but my body frozen in place. The harsh fluorescent lights above seemed to buzz louder than the voices of the doctors and nurses rushing past me, their faces blurred, their words muffled.Emma. She had been in critical condition, they told me that, but it didn’t seem real. The blood, the pain, the moment she had fallen to the ground… It was all so far away now, a nightmare that I was still trapped in, unable to wake up from.I couldn’t breathe. The pressure in my chest was suffocating, but it wasn’t just from the panic or fear. It was the weight of guilt, of knowing that I had failed her. I had failed the one person who had ever trusted me, the one person who had ever made me feel like I mattered, and I couldn’t undo it. I couldn’t fix it.I didn’t even know where I was going anymore, my feet moving without thought, my body pulling

Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r

Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r

Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r