All Chapters of Divorced, My CEO Alpha Wants Me Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JaxonThe room is too quiet. All I can hear is the soft, steady rhythm of Scarlett’s breathing as she sleeps. It’s peaceful, almost too peaceful. But underneath the calm, there’s this gnawing guilt that eats at me, the weight of it sitting heavy in my gut.She’s hurt. She didn’t deserve any of this. None of it. All she did was love me. But I couldn’t return it, not the way she needed. I wasn’t capable of that. She deserved someone who could give her everything, and I—fuck, I wasn’t that guy.I sit on the edge of her bed, just watching her, trying to figure out what went wrong. Was I always like this? Always this selfish? This caught up in my own bullshit that I couldn’t see how I was hurting her?The door to the room creaks open, and I don’t have to look to know who it is. My mother’s presence fills the space, heavy and cold. She walks in like she owns the damn place, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.I turn to face her, and she doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. “She d

NinaI nod, but it’s more for show than anything else. I’ve known this was coming. I’ve known it since my father started grooming me for this role, all those years ago. But it’s different now. This isn’t about power. This isn’t about being Alpha for the sake of it. This is about survival. My survival. Our survival.My father leans forward, eyes locked on me. “We’re not doing this half-assed, Nina. This is the real thing. Tonight, you take control. You step up, or you step aside.”I meet his gaze, my jaw clenched tight. There’s no stepping aside. Not now. Not when everything is on the line.“I’m not stepping aside,” I say, my voice firm. “I’ll do it. I’ll take control. But I need a plan. I need more than just hope.”Dominic’s face softens slightly. “We’ll work out the details. But you need to be crowned first.”I nod again, my mind racing. The weight of the situation hits me all over again. Tonight. I’ll officially be Alpha. It’s what I’ve always been prepared for. But nothing prepares

NinaI wake up gasping, my throat raw and dry, and my body drenched in sweat. The nightmare still lingers, clinging to me like a second skin. My chest is tight, and I can’t shake the feeling that something’s horribly, horribly wrong.I sit up, wiping my face with the back of my hand, but it doesn’t help. The images from the dream are burned into my mind. Jaxon. His body, lifeless, sprawled across the cold ground. Blood pooling beneath him, his eyes vacant, distant. His mouth… he was calling my name. But he wasn’t alive.I blink hard, trying to push the images away, but they won’t leave. They’re too real. Too vivid.Shit.I glance at the clock. It’s late, too late to be awake. I should be getting some sleep, but my heart won’t let me. My head is too loud, too full of that nightmare.I slide out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor, the chill a stark contrast to the sweat on my skin. I don’t bother turning on the light. I don’t want to see anything—just the dark, just the silence. I s

NinaI come home after a long day, already feeling like my head’s about to explode. The council meeting went as well as I could have hoped, but there’s still this gnawing feeling in my gut. Like I’m walking on a tightrope, one wrong step and everything’s going to fall apart.I push open the door to my house and stop dead in my tracks. Standing in my living room, with her arms crossed and that tight, judgmental look on her face, is Lydia Davenport.What the hell is she doing here?She looks at me with disdain, not even trying to hide it. “Ah, so the mighty Alpha finally comes home,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.I close the door behind me, trying to shake off the surprise and frustration. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” I demand, my voice sharp. “This is my territory. I didn’t invite you.”“Don’t act so innocent, Nina,” she snaps. “You know why I’m here. You and your pack tried to kill my son.”I blink, confused as hell. “What the hell are you talking about?”Sh

NinaI’m sitting in the kitchen, trying to ignore the tension in the air. The house feels too quiet. My mind is louder than ever.Jaxon’s been out of contact for hours. He’s never been good at answering calls, but this—this silence—is different. It’s too deep. Too long. I can feel it gnawing at me. It’s like the weight of everything is about to come crashing down, and I can’t stop it.I rub my temples and sigh, a little more tired than I’ve let on. I know I need to focus on my role as Alpha, but God, I’m not even sure I can hold this together.“Griff, have you heard from him?” I ask, looking up from the counter, my voice quieter than I want it to be.He looks up from his phone, a frown crossing his face. “Nothing, Nina. Still nothing.” He’s been trying to call Jaxon for the last hour, just like me, but it’s been straight to voicemail.“I can’t just sit here and do nothing.” My hands ball into fists as frustration bubbles up. I’m not good at waiting. Never have been. Especially when it