Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Married An Alpha After Divorce: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Edward’s POV“Any luck with tracing the car yet?”I heaved a small sigh, moving my palm in circles around Clara’s slightly swollen ankle.We were sprawled across the immaculate white sheets in our master bedroom, her slender frame carefully positioned across my chest.“The investigators are still on it, but the only thing they’re yet to come up with is the null registration of the vehicle.”She straightened slightly. “Can you think of anyone that might be—““Give it a rest, love,” I cut in softly, leaning forward to brush a strand of hair away from her face, “okay? Trust me when I say we’ll get to the root of this, and we’ll find out everything, and who’s messing with us.”I returned my attention to her foot, squeezing gently. “Can you do that for me?”She swallowed hard, struggling to come to terms with my calm demeanor and level-headedness in a situation like this one.“I guess I can try,” she finally lifted her shoulders in a small shrug, “but I’m just worried about the baby.”“Eve

Clara’s POV The interior of the building sparkled like gemstones. Soft, yellow lights glistening in every corner. The bold, elegant, lighted inscriptions of the brand name equally gleaming. Unmistakably mine. I had to give it to whoever had done this interior decor. They had definitely brought their A-game. I could barely contain the excitement that danced around in my chest as we walked to the event hall, where everyone was gathered. I own a company now. It was real. Not a dream. As we got to the double-way entrance, Edward gave my wrist a slight tug and pulled me into his arms, his palms going to smooth over my hair. “Remember,” he started in a low voice, “you’ll do great. And I’ll be right here,” he added, with one final squeeze, and I let go with a smile on my lips. “Thank you.” “Ladies and gentlemen,” the event host’s voice rang out from behind the doors, loud and giddy, “join me as I welcome, Luna Clara, the chief executive officer, and founder of our newest

Clara’s POV I stared down at the blood trickling down my thighs, my heart pounding. My eyes blurred, and tears began to fill them, making it hard to see. What was causing this blood? Why was I bleeding so suddenly? Where was it coming from? I slowly turned my gaze up to Edward’s face, seeing that he looked just as shocked and scared as I felt. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my bloodied thighs and the soaked sheets beneath me. “Edward…” I whispered, my voice breaking as the weight of fear settled heavily in my chest. “Get the doctor!” Edward suddenly yelled, his voice sharp with panic. A guard rushed in, looking confused. “Alpha?” “Get the doctor, now!” Edward’s voice was desperate, and his panic spread across his face. He bolted to his feet, lifting me into his arms with a gentleness that didn’t match the urgency of the situation. Without hesitation, he carried me out of the room, half-sprinting down the hall to his own room. “Edward,” I whimpered, my ches

Clara’s POV My phone buzzed for the third time this morning. And it was quite concerning. I've been getting more and more email notifications lately, following the launch of my startup company. —congratulatory messages, business offers, proposals. It’s been a steady inflow, and it was overwhelming in the best way possible. I glanced at the screen of the phone on the table, confirming yet another email notification. Exhaling a shaky sigh, I reached forward and picked up the phone, scrolling through the notifications. I opened the email to a message from an investor asking to meet with me. Probably another offer or proposal. “Good news?” I slowly lifted my gaze to Edward, who sat across from me on the table, scrolling through his phone as he ate. I heaved another sigh. “I guess. It’s a message from another investor, wants to meet.” A small pause. “I think this is the sixth one today.” He lifted his gaze to mine, his lips pulling into a smile. “I told you this would happen, di

CLARA’S POV “Hi.” A small woman with freckles and round glasses perched on her nose walked up to me, a polite smile on her face and her hand outstretched. Before she could get too close, two guards stepped in, blocking her path. They squared their shoulders, clearly on alert. I studied her for a moment. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a stiff tie and held a black bag tightly in one hand. I raised a brow, curious. Who was she? She noticed and swallowed nervously, adjusting her glasses. “I—I’m Samantha,” she said, voice a little shaky. “Samantha Winters. The journalist.” Ah. She swallowed again but lifted her chin. “It’s truly an honor to work with you, Luna. Thank you for the opportunity.” I kept my eyes on her and gave a small nod. “Yeah, so…” It was true—I asked Lydia to find a journalist to cover the company launch and help spread our goal to every part of the pack. I motioned to the guards to let her through. They stepped back reluctantly. Her smil