บททั้งหมดของ Divorced, My CEO Alpha Wants Me Back: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

JaxonThe light is blinding, and my head is pounding like someone’s using it as a drum. I groan, trying to push through the fog in my brain. What the hell happened? Everything feels off, like I’m not really... me anymore.I try to lift my arm, but it feels like I’m dragging it through mud. My body’s heavy, weak. I blink a few times, trying to focus, and then I see her. Nina. She’s next to me, curled up against my side, her face calm in sleep. My first reaction is to panic. Why the hell is she here?I sit up too quickly, and the throbbing pain in my head only gets worse. “Goddamn it...” I wince, rubbing my temples. My hand brushes against something cold. I look down. There’s blood on my shirt, dried. What the fuck happened to me?I glance at Nina again. She’s still asleep, looking peaceful, unaware of the mess I’m in.I don’t want her to see me like this. Hell, I don’t want to see me like this. Broken. Vulnerable. Not the Alpha I used to be. I can barely even remember what happened las

NinaI wake up with him beside me, the warmth of his body seeping through the thin towel draped over us both. His skin feels different now—softer, like the roughness of his former alpha form has faded. His heartbeat is steady beneath my ear, the thrum of it reminding me that he’s still here, still Jaxon.He did somehow still manage to wear me out with sex after all.But there’s something else. He’s human now. No longer the fierce alpha I once knew. It’s like the strength in his frame is there, but the energy... the raw, wild energy that always seemed to vibrate off him is just... gone. He feels smaller somehow, more fragile. I don’t know if it’s just the vulnerability of his current state or if it’s the fact that everything has changed.He shifts beside me, still wrapped in the towel, his breath warm on my neck as he stirs. I turn toward him, brushing a lock of damp hair from his forehead. He’s not the same. I can’t explain it, but everything about him is different. His scent is muted

Nina“What?” Dominic snaps, his voice sharp.Callie looks up at him, her face earnest. “Think about it. Elijah’s been stirring shit for weeks now. He dragged Rylan to our territory, didn’t he? And now Griffin gets attacked? It’s too convenient.”I glance at her, the weight of her words sinking in. She’s not wrong.Dominic turns to me, his voice clipped. “What’s the plan, Alpha?”I square my shoulders, pushing past the exhaustion and worry. “It’s time I had a conversation with Elijah.”Lucas steps forward immediately. “You’re not going alone. I’m coming.”“So am I,” Dominic adds, his voice leaving no room for argument.“Fine.” I nod, grabbing my jacket. “Dad, Callie—you stay here with Griffin. Watch him until Julian gets here.”Callie looks like she wants to argue, but my father places a hand on her shoulder, giving her a firm look. She nods reluctantly.We pile into the car, the silence thick as Dominic drives. My stomach churns the closer we get to Elijah’s territory. His estate loom

NinaThe room is too quiet except for Griffin’s shallow breaths. Each one is a tiny lifeline I cling to. The doctor left hours ago with his grim verdict. “It’s up to him now,” he said, like that’s supposed to mean anything. Like that’s supposed to bring me peace.But at least Griffin’s breathing. That’s all I have to hold on to.I’m sitting on the chair beside his bed, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands pressed together like I’m praying. Maybe I am. I don’t know anymore.“Griffin,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “You don’t get to leave. You hear me? Not like this.”I lean closer, studying his face. He looks... peaceful. Too peaceful. It’s unsettling. Griffin’s always been so full of life, so loud and wild. He’s the brother who used to chase Lucas and me through the woods, daring us to jump off the highest rocks into the river.“You promised me once that nothing could take you down,” I say, my throat tightening. “You said you were invincible.”A tear slips down my cheek, and I swip

NinaWith one final, deep thrust, he pulls me closer, and everything crashes in a wave of heat. I gasp, my body trembling as I hold on, surrendering to the intensity of it. His name spills from my lips, raw and desperate, and he echoes it, his voice shaky, breathless.Minutes later, we’re tangled in the aftermath, still pressed together, skin slick with sweat. My heart is pounding, my body still humming with the aftershocks of what just happened, but all I can focus on is the sound of his breathing—ragged, deep—beneath me. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight as if he’s afraid to let go.It’s overwhelming, but in the best way.I know we can’t stay here forever. I know that the world is waiting for us outside this room, waiting to pull us back into the mess of it all. But for now, I let myself be here. With him. In this moment.I press my forehead to his, trying to catch my breath. His hand brushes my hair out of my face, and I look up at him, feeling the weight of everythi