All Chapters of Divorce, CEO Alpha's Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 22

22 Chapters

21.Protective

NinaThe door swings open, and I don’t even bother looking up. I’m too pissed. But the familiar scent of leather and woodsmoke tells me it’s my father. Great.“I’m not in the mood, Dad,” I mutter, still staring at my phone like it’ll solve my problems for me.He lets out a long sigh as he steps into the room. “I heard about your argument with Dominic.”My fingers clench around the phone, my temper flaring up all over again. “Seriously? Does everyone need to be in my business?”“He’s worried about you, Nina. We all are.”“Worried?” I snap, finally lifting my head. “I’m the fucking Alpha, Dad. When is everyone going to start respecting that?”His expression softens, but I can see the weight behind his eyes. “Nina, we all respect you.”“Could’ve fooled me,” I mutter, crossing my arms and leaning back against the couch. “Dom treats me like I’m still that scared kid, and you’re not any better. No one actually listens to me.”Dad walks over and sits down across from me, hands resting on his

22. Miss Him

Divorce, CEO Alpha's Regret/Lino

NinaI wake up, horny as hell.Again.This isn’t normal. This can’t be normal. I flip over in bed, kicking the sheets off in frustration, but it only makes it worse. The cool air hits my skin, and my nipples harden instantly. My mind flashes to Elijah—his hands, his mouth, the way he kissed me like he owned me all those years ago.No. No, no, no. I groan, pressing my thighs together, trying to fight off the rising heat between them. This isn’t fair. Jaxon’s still in my heart, and I’m here thinking about a kiss from a decade ago like it was yesterday.I give up the fight. My hand slips down, finding that spot that’s been throbbing all morning. I close my eyes, and despite myself, my brain conjures up images of Jaxon—his strong hands, the roughness of his voice when he says my name, the way his eyes darken when he looks at me now. It’s wrong, but I’m already too far gone. My fingers move faster, my breath catching as I tip over the edge.For a moment, the tension eases, but the guilt se

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