All Chapters of Betrayed By My Ex, Claimed By His Father: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 71 RAVEN’S POV HE’S GONE. I watched him walk away, and it felt like he was taking apart of my heart with him. Yet, I couldn't stop him. All of this is my fault. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. It's driving me insane. I didn't mean to slap him. I acted impulsively. He's the Alpha for fucking crying out loud. I wanted to hold him back and apologize, plead with him to let me fix this, but I didn't know how to move. Until, he was gone. No goodbye. No confrontation. Just absence—sharp, like a blade pressed against my ribs. I woke up to cold sheets and silence. I knew before they even told me. Knew from the way the air felt heavier. From the way the bond didn’t hum in the back of my mind. It stretched now—barely there, like spider silk. 

CHAPTER 73 JULIAN’S POV MY LIFE NOW! The air was thick with ash and stale beer. I don’t remember the name of the bar. Just that the wood was sticky and the air thick with whiskey breath and old desperation.  I sat on the edge of a rusting bench at the counter of the last bar on the strip, elbows on my hard metal, cigarette smoldering between my fingers—unlit. My head pounded with the kind of ache that comes from trying to forget too much in too little time. I didn’t hear her approach, but I felt it. There was this undeniable shift in the air, like a breath caught between the planes of the universe. When I lifted my head, there she was. Raven. She was wearing a cloak that had seen better days, her hair wind-tossed, cheeks flushed from travel. Her eyes—damn those e

CHAPTER 75JULIAN’S POVPATHETIC The bottle in my hand was warm—empty. Like me.The bar was loud—too loud for the ache in my head, too loud for the silence in my chest. Laughter echoed from a group in the corner. A woman leaned too close, her perfume sweet and thick, like poison pretending to be candy. I barely registered her touch. I didn’t want her. I didn’t want anyone.I wanted Raven.I stared down at the stained wooden bar, where the edges blurred from too much drink, and in the swirls of spilled whiskey, I saw her eyes. Storm-dark. Brave, and terrified. And I remembered the way she looked when I told her to leave.The tremble in her voice. The way her shoulders crumpled even as she tried to stand tall.And the man who touched her.I clenched my jaw, shame hitting me like another punch to the ribs. I had done that. Pushed her so far away that the only place she could go was out into the unknown—alone.Truth was, when she stood in front of me, begging me to say something, all I w

CHAPTER 76 RAVEN'S POV IT HAPPENED TOO FAST. Julian collapsed into my arms like a tower crumbling from the inside. One second, he was standing—barely—and the next, he was nothing but heat and blood and broken weight against my chest. “Julian?” I whispered, already lowering him to the ground, the old wooden floor groaning beneath us. “Julian, look at me. Please—just look at me.” But he didn’t. His eyes were shut, brow furrowed like he was still fighting battles in his dreams. His lip was split, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His shirt was torn across the ribs, soaked red. And his shoulder—gods—his shoulder hung at an angle that made my stomach turn. I dragged him, trembling and breathless, toward the hearth. There was no fire, only ashes, but I grabbed kindling from a broken shelf and st

CHAPTER 78 YES!  I wanted to scream the word at him, but I held back. I couldn't hold my smile back though. "A trip, huh? To where exactly?” He narrowed his eyes at me, and his next words made my lips part in shock. “The human world?"  My eyes widened. I did not expect that all.  “I was thinking,” he continued, his voice low and a little rough. “We need a change of sky.” I looked at him, puzzled. “Julian… the human world?” He glanced at me, a wry smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, the human world. Just you and me. No pack business, no elders. No ghosts.” His eyes softened. “Just a little time to breathe and be u.” For a moment, the world tilted. The idea felt foreign—almost sinful. Leav