Semua Bab My Alpha Ex-Husband Regrets: Bab 261 - Bab 270

Liam’s POV I stopped dead in my tracks. My parents must have seen the look on my face because they both asked, in unison: “What is it?” “What’s wrong?” I held up my hand curtly to silence them both. I knew in my heart that something had happened to Belle. I could feel Trista’s sadness washing over her in waves now. And sure enough, only seconds later, Trista’s voice called out, crystal clear, through our mind link. “Liam,” she said. “Please come. Hurry. It’s Belle. Something’s wrong.” I brushed past my parents, my heart hammering in my chest, heading towards the bedroom where Belle was. “What happened, Trista?” I asked, fearing the worst. I pictured little Belle in my mind’s eye, on the bed, lifeless, her face pale and her eyes glossed over. NO! I forced the image out of my head. “I don’t know,” Trista said. “Dr. Ashcroft is here. Something’s…happening. And it…it

Trista’s POV To our surprise, Belle took a turn for the better. Liam and I were sitting beside her bed when her eyes fluttered open. “Oh my god, Belle,” I said. “I’ll call for Dr. Ashcroft,” Liam said, jumping to his feet. He mindlinked the doctor as I stroked Belle’s forehead. She was still very pale and her eyes scanned the ceiling. She looked disoriented. But then her eyes landed on me. “Mama?” she said, in her sweet little voice. “Where am I?” Then she grimaced. “It hurts, Mama.” Her face contorted in pain. “Shhhh,” I soothed. “I know it hurts, baby, but you’re safe. Here, take my hand. You can squeeze. The doctor’s coming and she’ll make you feel better.” Tears sprang to my eyes. It killed me to see Belle in pain, but I was so relieved that she was out of her coma I could barely speak. By the time Dr. Ashcroft rushed in though, Belle’s eyes had shut. The doctor examined Belle as I s

Trista’s POV “She’s a strong one,’ Dr. Ashcroft winked at me. She’d popped in to check on Belle, and I could tell she was really pleased with Belle’s progress. To say I was ‘pleased’ would be an understatement. I was thrilled. In just two short days, Belle had gone from pale and unconscious, to actually sitting up in bed. She was holding a cup of juice all by herself, happily sipping away. My mind flashed back to those few minutes when Belle’s heart had stopped. It had been a nightmare, one that I never wanted to relive again. I could still see the thick, red blood spilling from our wrists into Belle’s mouth. I’d honestly thought we were going to lose her. But now? Belle was on her way to making a full recovery. There was even some pink back in her cheeks. I felt like it was a miracle. The gash in her stomach was still healing, slowly but surely. Most of the bleeding had stopped. “More juice,

One morning, I woke up before the sunrise, restless. I’d had a dream about Johnson, and although the details were foggy, he’d been in some sort of trouble. The dream had rattled me, so much so, that I knew I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. So I decided to go and check on the children and then go for an early morning run. I needed to clear my mind. Between trying to avoid Liam, helping Belle get better, and worrying over Johnson, I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. A run was just what I needed to help quiet my growing anxiety. But when I went into Billy’s room, he wasn’t in his own bed. ‘That little sneak’, I thought to myself, smiling. I knew exactly where he was. Billy had recently taken to climbing out of his own bed in the middle of the night to sneak into Belle’s. Several mornings we found him curled up around his sister protectively, both of them fast asleep. We’d told Billy that he needed

Trista’s POV It couldn’t be Jake. That would be WAY too coincidental. Although… There was the possibility that they’d tracked us here, through the forest. I’d left the rental car on the other side of the thick trees. Jake and his men were very resourceful. Fear ran up and down my spine, causing my skin to goosebump. “I said,” the voice continued. “What do you think you’re doing?” Serena stood up, sensing danger. I stood, frozen to the spot, my mind whirling. Serena’s fur bristled and she let out a low growl. I didn’t know what to do. Should I run? If it was in fact Jake or one of his men, could I make it back inside the border wall before he caught me? He was human so he couldn’t cross into the pack, not with the border up. But would I be fast enough? “Trista?” the voice said. “Is that you?” The man’s tone had shifted to a friendlier tone. I knew in that moment it wasn’t Jake