Все главы Divorce, CEO Alpha's Regret: Глава 41 - Глава 50

NinaI wake up gasping, the remnants of the nightmare still clawing at me. Cold sweat sticks to my skin as I sit up in bed, breath shallow and erratic. The dream is there, lingering like a ghost I can’t shake off.I’m standing in a graveyard, the earth beneath me damp and dark. I’m burying him. My child. The one I lost. It’s not real, but it feels like it is. I can feel the weight of the tiny bundle in my arms, the pain of loss crawling into every inch of my chest.The grave is too small. Too damn small.I try to bury him, but the dirt keeps coming back up. It won’t stay. It can’t stay. My hands shake as I shove the dirt in, but it doesn’t stop the ache, doesn’t stop the flood of memories. That night in the hotel. The blood. My baby’s blood.Callie’s voice echoes in my mind, but it’s too late. She rushed me to the hospital, but by then, I was already gone. I was already alone.And Jaxon…I can’t forget that part. I can’t forget how he was supposed to be there. How he wasn’t. How he st

JaxonThe drive back to my estate feels longer than it should. I loosen my tie and lean back, the silence in the car doing nothing to quiet the storm in my head. Seeing Nina at the funeral… hell, it’s like a fresh wound. The way she stood there, strong but still carrying all that grief, it gutted me.But I showed up. I represented Silver Crescent, even if she didn’t want me there. That has to count for something.I park in the driveway and step inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind me. The house feels empty, like it always does. Too big, too quiet. My steps echo as I head toward the living room, ready to grab a drink and sit in silence for a while.But I don’t make it far.“Jaxon!” My mother’s voice slices through the air, sharp and cold. I glance over my shoulder and see her storming toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor.“What?” I say, already tired, already knowing this conversation won’t go anywhere good.She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t ‘wha

JaxonI burst through the front door, Scarlett in my arms. Her body is limp, barely holding onto consciousness, her breath shallow, skin pale as paper. My heart’s racing, but I don’t have time to think about that now. I need to get her inside, fast.“Mom!” I shout, panic lacing my voice. “Mom! Where the hell are you?”She comes rushing out of the kitchen, her face turning white when she sees us.“Jaxon, what the hell happened?!” she asks, rushing over, her hands flying to Scarlett’s face.“Get the doctor here. Now,” I bark, my voice strained. I’m trying to stay calm, but it’s hard. Too damn hard when Scarlett’s barely hanging on by a thread.“Jaxon, what—what happened to her?” she asks, her voice trembling as she looks from me to Scarlett.“She’s hurt. Bad. You need to get someone here. Now.”Mom grabs the phone off the counter, dialing someone I can’t even focus on. I keep my eyes on Scarlett, trying to keep her steady. She shifts a little, her eyes fluttering open for a second.“Sca

JaxonThe next day, I arrive at Nina’s territory with my pack in tow, my nerves buzzing in that way only a fucking mess can make them. She’s been playing games with me, pushing my boundaries, and it’s time to stop it.The scene is familiar, almost comforting in its brutality—Nina’s people look like they expect a fight, but there’s no way they’re ready for what’s coming. I don’t give a shit if they’re armed or not. They won’t stop me. No one gets to touch my pack.Especially not fucking Rylan.I stop in front of her, my boots digging into the dirt like I’m marking my territory. My jaw is tight, fists clenched at my sides, but I don’t look at Nina just yet. Instead, I focus on the way Rylan stands beside me. His face is pale, the color drained from his lips. He looks like shit. His hands twitch at his sides, but I know what he needs. He needs out. He needs to get the fuck out of here and back where it’s safe.“Jaxon,” Nina calls, her voice sharp like she’s trying to hide the panic she’s

NinaI sit in the office, the room thick with the tension I can’t shake. My brother, Dominic, leans against the door frame, arms crossed, his jaw tight. He’s worried. I can see it in his eyes, and it irritates the hell out of me. But I don’t let it show.“Listen,” he says, voice low, like he’s trying to soften the blow. “The pack’s uneasy. You know they’re not stupid. Two dead wolves and not a word from anyone? It doesn’t sit right with them. There’s too much silence.”I rub my temples, trying to focus on his words but my mind keeps drifting back to Jaxon. The shit between us is... complicated. I’m done with the back and forth, but I can’t shake the thought of him. His voice. The way he looks at me. All of it’s stuck in my head. I push that aside for now. This is bigger than him.“I get it,” I mutter, trying to make sense of what Dominic’s saying. “But right now, the pack has to know I’m in control. I’m the Alpha, whether they like it or not.”Dominic nods, but I can see the concern s