All Chapters of My Alpha Ex-Husband Regrets: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Johnson’s POV Was I a monster?That was the only explanation.I held Trista in my arms, torn between my desire for her and my need to protect her. “Such a tasty little treat,” Silver said, his voice dripping with desire. He was pacing, his fur bristled, his eyes locked on Trista.He wanted her. I could feel it, his desire for her. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It was all-encompassing, all powerful.What would he do to her though? Would he…would he hurt her?He’d ripped an entire room full of men to shreds. What if he was so overcome with lust that he couldn’t control himself and he…he…I couldn’t even say the words.Trista shivered. She sighed. Was it her wolf reacting? Trista had a wolf, too, but she was blind. Trista told me about her, Serena. Her wolf was kind and sweet. Timid and shy. Compassionate. Serena was the antithesis of my wolf.Silver was savage. Brute. Violent and arrogant. He was demanding. There was nothing timid about him. I didn’t know him we

Trista’s POV“Oh my God!” Hazel gasped.Screams erupted from the auction floor just as the glass from the VIP room shattered. Shards of glass exploded and people shielded themselves. Everyone turned to look.A man fell from the air, his arms flailing as he fell.“Liam!”He hit the floor with a thud. For a moment, I thought for sure he was dead. But then he struggled up to his feet. We rushed towards him as he simultaneously rushed towards us.When I saw his chest, my eyes flew open. His chest was covered in blood.I clamped my hand over my mouth. He’d been shot! This was exactly what I’d been afraid of. Those bastards put bullet holes into him.Or was it Johnson who shot him?Liam wasted no time, even though he was bleeding like crazy. He grabbed Hazel and I.“We need to GO,” he hissed at us, his eyes frantic.My mind reeled. “Liam, what happened?” I asked as he started pulling us towards the exit.“There isn’t time. We have to get out of here.”It was chaos on the floor. The gun sho

Trista’s POV“Oh my God, Hazel. It’s…it’s black. Why is it black? What’s wrong with him?”My words came out in a jumbled mess. I wasn’t a doctor, but I knew enough to know that a black wound was really, really bad. It likely pointed to some sort of poison. But that kind? It wasn’t wolfbane, that much was clear.Was it a human poison? And if so, what would that do to Liam’s wolf?Or was it a werewolf poison? I glanced at his chest. His veins were blackening, right there, in front of us, as though we could see whatever poison this was crawling up his chest through his veins in real time.It was horrifying.He needed a wolf doctor, that much was clear. This was no ordinary wound. Even if it was a human poison, he needed a doctor who knew about werewolf anatomy.I’d lived in Milan for five years, but I’d lived as a human in Milan. I didn’t know any wolf doctors. Not here.Liam’s body tensed. He clenched his fist and bit down on his teeth.“Hazel! What’s happening?”Liam began flailing, hi

Trista’s POVI stared at Doctor Darren in disbelief.“Yes,” I said, nodding. “I am. Gamma Moonlar was my father. Did you…did you know my father?”It had been a long time since anyone had mentioned my father. Yet, this doctor here seemed to have known him. What are the chances? I thought to myself. My father had never even been to Europe, not to my knowledge. Not only had this werewolf doctor come into our lives at exactly the right time to save Liam, but he also knew my father?It really was a small world sometimes.“I did dear, yes,” the doctor sighed. “But it was a long time ago. I was sad to hear when he passed, though. I heard he’d died of illness?”“That’s right,” I confirmed. “It was very…sudden. A shock, really. To all of us.”“I’ll bet it was,” he said, narrowing his eyes. There was something strange about his voice. “Do you happen to know which illness it was, dear?”I shook my head. I didn’t.“Why?” I asked. I felt like there was something he wanted to tell me. He studied my

Trista’s POVA shiver ran down my back. Liam was an alpha and as such, few things rattled him. But I could tell by the look in his eyes right now, he was rattled.Liam coughed then. Hazel handed him some water and we waited. Liam was weak. He should have been resting. His wound was still bleeding and his hands were shaky. He’d lost a lot of blood. He needed time to recover. But we had to hear the rest of the story. And Liam was just as intent to tell it to us as we were to hear it.“Suddenly, all hell broke loose,” Liam continued. “These men rushed in. They were dressed in black and they all had guns.”“I saw them too,” I said. “When I first went up to the VIP room. They were awful. Lewd. Arrogant. I had a feeling they were dangerous but they left shortly after I got there.”“They’re dangerous all right,” Liam said. “They barged in and saw me held against the wall. The man let go of me and turned to the other men. “Don’t,” he told them. But they drew their guns. They aimed them all a