Semua Bab Divorce, CEO Alpha's Regret: Bab 1 - Bab 10

NinaI step into the penthouse, the familiar cold air brushing against my skin. Everything looks exactly the same—the spotless marble floors, the glass walls that give a perfect view of the city skyline, and the stupidly expensive art Jaxon insisted on collecting. It’s all perfectly in place, like nothing’s changed.But everything has.Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since I lost the baby. Two weeks since Jaxon showed up at the hospital, cold as ice, and left me there sobbing. And two weeks since I decided that I’m done. I’m done pretending, done waiting for him to give a damn, done being the good little wife he never actually wanted.I walk straight to his office, not even bothering to take off my coat. My heels echo loudly on the floor, the only sound in this too-big, too-empty space. I shove the door open and place the divorce papers on his desk with more force than necessary. The loud thud they make is oddly satisfying.Jaxon’s sitting there, looking up from his laptop, his express

JaxonI wake up with my dick hard as steel, the image of Nina burned into my brain. Fuck. My skin’s slick with sweat, my sheets a twisted mess around my legs, and my breathing’s all over the place.The dream was so fucking vivid. I can still see her underneath me, her nails dragging down my back, her lips parted, that little gasp she always made when I was inside her.“Shit,” I mutter, dragging a hand over my face. I stare at the ceiling, my body still buzzing, the need to fuck her not fading one damn bit.But she’s gone.I throw off the covers, pissed at myself. Pissed at her. Pissed at everything. My cock’s still rock-hard, aching, but there’s no way I’m calling her. Not after the way she walked out. No, fuck that.I head for the shower, my chest tight with frustration. The water’s scalding, but it doesn’t do a damn thing to cool me down. My mind’s still on her—how she felt, how she smelled, how she’d wrap her legs around me and pull me deeper until I couldn’t think straight.“Fucki

NinaI stand near the bar, gripping my champagne flute so tightly I’m afraid it might shatter. My heart’s racing, my skin feels too tight, and all I can think about is getting the hell out of here. I can still feel Jaxon’s presence, even though I walked away from him minutes ago. His voice, the way he looked at me, like he still has some claim over me—fuck. It’s too much.The charity event swirls around me in a blur of laughter and clinking glasses. My father hosts this thing every year to support werewolf packs across the country—helping fund education, infrastructure, all the things smaller packs can’t afford. It’s a noble cause, and I should be focused on that, but all I can think about is how fucking suffocated I felt the moment I locked eyes with Jaxon.I take a deep breath, leaning against the bar, trying to ground myself. The ballroom is packed with elites—wolves in designer suits, powerful Alphas, and humans too, mingling like they belong. This event is a big deal, but I can b

JaxonI’m staring at the map in front of me, the one outlining the borders between the Silver Crescent Pack and the Valens Pack, but none of the lines are making sense. My mind’s all over the place, and no matter how hard I try to focus, it keeps circling back to the same thing.Her.Nina.Fuck.I run a hand through my hair, frustrated as hell. I’ve got a meeting with my council in twenty minutes, but I’m not thinking about the territory disputes or the pack politics we’re supposed to be discussing. I’m thinking about her. About how I need to fix this shit between us, and about how it’s spiraling out of control.“Jaxon.”I don’t even hear the door open. I glance up, and there’s my mother, standing in the doorway, looking at me like she’s about to give me one of those long, disappointed lectures. Again.“You’re distracted,” she says, stepping inside like she owns the place. She’s always so fucking composed, always with that cold, calculating look on her face.“I’m fine,” I mutter, turn

NinaThe Valens Pack’s high-profile event is a swirl of lights and laughter, the atmosphere electric with excitement. I stand in front of the mirror in my room, adjusting the dark emerald dress that clings to my curves perfectly. It’s elegant, with a plunging neckline that I usually wouldn’t dare to wear, but tonight feels different. Tonight, I’m reclaiming my power.“Damn, sis,” Dominic says from the doorway, arms crossed as he leans against the frame. “You look stunning.”“Thanks,” I reply, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “Just trying to keep up with the standards around here.”He smirks, pushing off the door and stepping closer. “You’ve got this. Remember, you’re an Alpha. Act like it.”I nod, forcing a smile, but inside, I’m a mess of emotions. I’ve been back in the pack for weeks, but every time I step into a room full of powerful Alphas, the pressure builds. Everyone expects me to be a leader, to move on. But Jaxon lingers in the back of my mind, his presen