All Chapters of Chasing My Alpha Ex wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 01I heard footsteps the moment I left the busy market and walked into an empty street.Truth is, I had noticed - or maybe suspected - that I was being followed about twenty minutes ago but I had ignored it, as I went through the market shopping and maybe giving whoever it was a chance to just get tired and leave.But the feeling pressed on - and walking into this forsaken street was just an attempt to draw the person out and ask them why the hell they were trailing me.As I walked deeper into the streets, my heart skipped a beat when a thought flashed through my mind.What if Ezius has found me and sent people for me?But he has no idea that I was alive even - besides it's just one person. I can easily do away with them, at least I hope so.I quickened my footsteps, yet keeping it slow enough to ensure that the person several miles behind me wouldn't suspect that I was aware.When I saw an opportunity, I rounded a corner and hid, waiting.The footstep drew near, and nearer wh

“My lovely niece.” Uncle Xavier called with a laugh, “It's not so easy. You have been gone for so long and let's not forget the fact that you are a taboo to the community.” His voice and the way his tone was just calm grated on my nerves. I clenched and unclenched my fists before giving him a smile. “First off, get off my seat Uncle Xavier.” I said, “and I do not care what the lot of you think I am. My father built up this pack - from where his own father left off. Whatever I may be, I am still your Alpha and until I'm dead, no one is fit to sit on this chair!” His eyes widened but he said nothing. My smile was still intact as he stood up from the chair and went to stand by the corner but not before whispering “this is war” into my ears. Bring it on. With a smile that I was sure didn't reach my eyes I sat on the chair and turned to the elder, whose eyes were as wide as saucers. “Let's proceed.” I said and squared my shoulders as he stood up and started the festival. ***

The sharp scent of sweat and dust filled the air as the sun seeped across the sky, casting long shadows over the training grounds. Every heartbeat echoed in the silence of tension and fear. The training grounds thrummed with tension. Warriors circled the arena, their murmurs silenced but charged. In the center stood Xavier. Relaxed. Confidence. Dangerous. His every breath was calculated, every movement sharp like a blade waiting to strike. Around us, warriors circled like vultures, their murmurs hushed yet thick with tension. Xavier’s smirk widened. “Just thought I’d remind the pack who the strongest Alpha truly is.” I stepped forward, the dirt crunching beneath my boots. “Uncle,” I said, my voice low but steady, “Is there something you need?” “This isn’t the way to prove it.” “Oh, but it is.” His eyes gleamed with something deadly. “A challenge. A fight. One-on-one. Alpha against Alpha.” Xavier’s smirk was a slash of arrogance. Just reminding the pack who the strongest Al

The enemy who had praised my fighting skills wiped blood from his lips, his smirk faltering. I barely spared him a glance before turning to Damon. Before you know it, the enemy raises his sword, his body tensed and ready to lunge.Too slow. I moved first, dragging my blade upward to meet him with a sharp clang. The impact sent a harsh vibration up my arm, but I held firm, twisting my wrist to lock his weapon in place. With a sharp pivot, I yanked my sword free and, in one swift motion, brought the edge beneath his throat. He stilled. Fear flashed in his eyes, and though he tried to move back, he hesitated. He knew the slightest shift could mean his death. I pressed the cold steel to his skin as I stepped behind him, curling an arm around his throat. The others watched in frozen silence, their hands twitching toward their weapons. I think he is the leader of their group and they never expected that their leader was as weak as an ant.“Drop them,” I ordered. “If any of you move,

The fortress walls loomed ahead, their dark stone washed in the golden glow of torches lining the border. Shadows stretched across the courtyard as the last light of the setting sun dipped beyond the horizon. The weight of the enemies we captured pressed down on us, reducing the air with unspoken tension.I could feel the eyes of my warriors following our every move, reading the story written in blood and bruises on our bodies. I had returned victorious, but the battle wasn’t over. Not yet.Damon paraded the prisoners ahead, his grip firm on the youngest one’s arm. The rest of them were bound tightly, their faces grim, their pride shattered. But I wasn’t naïve enough to believe they were broken yet. No, men like these clung to their purpose like a drowning man to driftwood.The scent of wet earth and sweat clung to them, mixing with the faint smell of a coppery tang of blood. Their wrists were rubbed raw from the ropes binding them, yet none of them spoke, none of them begged. That si