Semua Bab Let Me Go, Ex Husband: Bab 21 - Bab 30

AIDEN'S POVThe morning sun is pouring in the window of the lodge as I sip coffee in the great room. The close-of-the-weekend gathering persists in a forced cheeriness that is annoying. Alphas and their Lunas, pace around getting ready for today's planned hike on the trails of the mountain—it's a pack tradition, supposedly to promote unity and pack-strength.I see her as soon as she walks in. Haylee. Her hair is pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail, and she is dressed in practical hiking clothes that cling to her athletic frame. She is beautiful, stunningly so. The way she always has.Xavier right behind her, hand possessively at her lower back, they fall into line for the breakfast buffet. He leans down to whisper something in her ear that makes her laugh, and something rips through me like acid."As you coming on the hike Fenrir?" Alpha Rodriguez stands next to me, giant plate of food in his hand.I pull my eyes away from the couple. "Wouldn't miss it.""Good man." He claps my shou

AIDEN'S POVI keep my eyes on Haylee across the conference room; her back is straight as steel, and she won’t meet my eyes. She’s perfected the art of ignoring me as if I don’t even have a pulse; directing whatever questions she has to my Beta or to the papers laid before us as if I’m not even there.“The southeast will need more patrols,” she says, tapping the map with a manicured nail. "Our scouts have picked up increased wind and rogue activity in the area.I can take my warriors," I lean in. "We're doing all our patrols up in the north. It's a simple extension."Haylee’s eyes meet mine for only a brief moment and then they shoot away. "That won't be necessary. Xavier’s boys are handling it.”My blood boils with a rush of anger when I hear his name but I conceal it well behind an emotionless mask."With respect," I say, trying to sound neutral, "but we've had _way_ more rogue incursions than my pack. The landscape on the southeast border looks like our territory.”“It’s not experie

AIDEN'S POVMorning sun is pouring in through the window of my office as I look at the trade agreement papers for the third time. Each line must be perfect - this is not just pack business, but my opportunity to impress Haylee."Two hours until meeting, Alpha," Marcus says, standing in the doorway. “Team is prepped when you are.”I nod without looking up. "And the other matter?""All is in order as was requested." His voice drops. “But I do think it’s still risky.”“There are some risks that are worth taking,” I argue and then meet his look of concern.Marcus shifts uncomfortably. "Carters won't appreciate it. If he suspects you're—"“I’m not trying to undermine him,” I cut in, and we both know that’s not really true. “Haylee and me, we have our thing, okay?“Her fiancé might prefer it not be commented upon.” Marcus crosses his arms. "Be careful. We don't have the numbers for another war with Silver Moon Pack.”I get up, adjusting my tie. “I wouldn’t have rebuilt this pack from nothin

Aiden's POVI walk back and forth in my office, unwilling to even glance at the stack of reports Beta Marcus has for me. However, two weeks past the time I returned from Haylee’s plane, and I am still experiencing the phantom pressure of little arms about my neck, the phantom sound of childish laughter ringing in my head.The twins. They seem eerie to me, even beyond the connection to Haylee. There’s an unidentifiable tug I can’t explain, as if there is an echo of a connection I never knew existed.Suddenly, there is a loud rap at my door.I call. "It's open." I straighten my shoulders and slip on my Alpha mask like the second skin it is.Our pack healer, Elara, pushes her way through, her silver-streaked hair pulled into a stiff bun. "Alpha, I just got a bad call from the Northern Ridge Pack."Haylee's pack. My interest snaps to attention. "What's happened?"“It’s all about Luna’s kids. Elara's expression is grave. "They have gotten sick with, with symptoms I find … they are troublin

Haylee's POVI am wrenched from a dreamless sleep by the smell of antiseptic and sickness. For a split second, I’m disoriented, the unfamiliar ceiling hovering above me sending a surge of panic through my system before the reality hits. The twins. The illness. Aiden's territory.I sit bolt upright, and peek at my phone. Ten hours. I have been sleeping for ten hours, while my children —The door to the infirmary room is cracked, low voices coming from it. I am there in a flash, my heart beating against my ribs."That's it, little one. Small sips." Aiden’s voice too, gentle in a way I haven’t heard it in years.I stop in the doorway and first take a look at the room. Aiden perches on the end of Kael’s bed, assisting Kael to sip on some water, as Elara checks Lior’s physical state."Mom?" Kael’s fever-bright eyes locate me, and his voice is hoarse but stronger than it was yesterday.Aiden twists his dad’s ring around his finger, something indecipherable passing his face before he sets it