All Chapters of My Alpha Ex-Husband Regrets: Chapter 251 - Chapter 259

Trista’s POV I stood outside Liam’s bedroom and took a deep breath. I was nervous because I wasn’t sure what would happen after we marked each other again. I was worried that it would reignite old feelings for Liam, and I didn’t know what that would mean for me and Johnson. The last thing I wanted was to feel anything sexual for Liam.But Belle’s tiny body and pale face flashed through my mind. She’d taken a turn for the worst and I didn’t know how much time she had left. Her little heart was struggling to provide enough blood for her body, blood that she was losing faster than her heart could pump it. I had to do this. For Belle. I knocked gently on the door and then let myself in. Liam was standing by the window, his back turned. The curtain was peeled back, revealing the soft glow of the moon low in the sky. “You came,” he said, turning around to face me. “I did,” I replied. “You’re right. This is our best chance for

Liam’s POVI told Hazel what was happening. I explained to her in a rush that Trista and I needed to restore our bond to save Belle. Hazel paused, shocked at first by what I was telling her.“You want to restore your mate bond?” Hazel asked.I was careful not to reveal to Trista that I was mindlinking Hazel. I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about that. So I asked Hazel to keep our conversation a secret. “Yes,” I told her. “It’s the right thing to do, for various reasons. Most importantly is Belle, of course.” I paused. I debated whether or not I should tell Hazel what I was really thinking.Would restoring our matebond help me get Trista back? I decided not to tell Hazel that part, in case Hazel was loyal to Johnson.“I need your help,” I told Hazle. “I need you to convince Trista. She’s hesitant.”I explained the urgency of the situation, as well as Trista’s reluctance.“Trista can’t know that you know,” I told Hazel. “She’ll feel like I’m trying to manipulate the situation.”“You are

Liam’s POV I sat in stunned silence for a moment. Then I sprung up off the bed to follow Trista. I knew that she was upset and likely overwhelmed with what had just happened and I wanted to talk to her. But the moment I opened my bedroom door, I found myself face to face with my parents. “Is everything all right, Son?” my mother asked, her brows furrowed in concern. My relationship with my parents wasn’t particularly great at the moment. We’d had a few heated arguments in the past over pack management. I’d always been relatively close to my parents before that, but our disagreements had caused a wedge in our relationship. Things had never been the same since, and my relationship with my parents hadn’t fully healed yet. I glared at them. What were they doing, lurking outside my bedroom door? Had they been eavesdropping? My mother had made it clear that she wanted Trista and I to restore our matebond, but I didn’t underst

Liam’s POV I paused. My father looked sincerely upset. I struggled to process everything I was hearing. “What do you mean?” I asked, my tone shifting. “Why did you feel guilty?” My father sighed so deeply, his caused his shoulders to hunch. “We wronged the Moonlar family,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Wrong them?” I asked. “How?” My parents had never talked so openly and honestly with me before. I was surprised. My father was clearly rattled, and it was strange for me to see him like that. He normally had such a sharp edge to him. My entire life, I’d never really seen any emotions from him. He hadn’t been an affectionate father. He’d always been strong and stoic.So seeing him like this, seeing the emotions coming off him in waves, was both jarring and startling. “When Trista’s mother was pregnant with her, she showed signs of…poisoning,” my mother cut in. That caught me

Liam’s POV “What are you doing?” Dr. Ashcroft asked, her eyes wide as Trista and I held our dripping, bloody wrists over Belle’s mouth. “We restored our matebond,” I told the doctor, without even looking at her. My eyes were fixed on Belle. The doctor rushed over. Trista and I removed our wrists from over Belle’s mouth and the doctor started taking Belle’s vital signs. I grabbed a cloth for Trista to put over her wrist, and we both waited with baited breath to see if it had worked. After what felt like forever, Dr. Ashcroft sighed heavily and turned to us. “She’s breathing,” the doctor confirmed. “She has a heartbeat, but it’s weak.” “She’s going to be okay?” Trista asked, her voice flooded with hope. Dr. Ashcroft furrowed her brows. “She’s stabilized, but she’s still in a coma.” My heart sank. “What does that mean?” Trista asked. “It means,” Dr. Ashcroft said, “that if Bel