All Chapters of Divorcing The Alpha: Now He Won't Let Me Go: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lillian’s POVThe next morning arrives with a message, stamped and sealed in the old ways but weighed down with modern significance.A summit.All Alphas from every territory in the country are called upon.It only means one thing. All eyes will be on me, and I need to be more prepared knowing that the elders who don’t want my proposal will do everything they can to eat me alive in there and have all the other Alphas reject my idea just like them.By noon, I’m standing at the edge of a massive chamber that seems carved from stone and ego. Since it's a big meeting, it’s held in the conference room in the city's capital.Every Alpha sits in their designated place, with their Betas and advisors standing at their sides. The atmosphere throughout the entire place is brimming with tension.There’s nothing that can be heard and seen other than tight-lipped greetings, narrowed stares, and silent judgments.News of the Sanctuary I want to build has spread far beyond the borders of Moonstone an

Lillian’s POVIt’s been a day, and yet, the council hasn’t sent their final and official approval. Although Craig already says I can proceed since it’s already half past, to start the operation of the sanctuary, it needs the official permit that the council is obviously taking time to release.But I’m done asking, and definitely done waiting for them.It’s clear that the majority of questions concern my proposal. Then… I’ll just have to push through it, do it, and make them see how wrong they are.So… without waiting for papers and shit, I made my move… We made our move.Maddox and I spend the next few days scouting the neutral strip of land between Moonstone and Oasis Pack. Turns out, when we arrive there, we learn that it’s a wild terrain. It’s flat in some parts, and wooded in others, but still… I find it perfect. It’s a common ground. And it’s unclaimed. Hence, it’s all ours if we dare to take it. Just a few pieces of paperwork and a substantial amount of money… and it will be of

Lillian’s POVThe scent of fresh paint, cement, and newly sanded wood clings to the air. The sunlight spills through the French windows installed around the sanctuary building, creating a warm and relaxing environment. The garden and landscaping are also already done.All in all, everything is perfect, and it’s now the official opening day of the Sisters Sanctuary.A woman’s voice echoes softly from the back hall, answering questions for a nervous teenager, while Maddox strides past me with a clipboard in one hand and a half-eaten muffin in the other.It’s real now… It’s open and operating. What I envision is no longer just an idea, but a reality.The entire sanctuary comprises three buildings: a safe house, a workshop, and a clinic. I stand in the middle of the hall, looking around the entire sanctuary, which is filled with people coming in and inquiring, making me feel like I am in a surreal reality. It’s a place carved out of stubborn willpower and late-night plans, and now… here

Lillian’s POVI tap my fingers on the desk for a couple of seconds before leaning back in my seat and nodding my head. “I don’t mind.”She tilts her head at me, looking in disbelief and obviously silently questioning my answer.“Really, I don’t mind.” I shrug my shoulders and straighten my seat before further expanding my answer, “I don’t mind, but… I just find it unnecessary.”Tossing the invitation further from me, I add, “We don’t need to go. That part of my life is now behind me. I don’t need to attend and be there. I’m not even a close friend or family member of theirs.”“You sure?” she asks, contemplating as she grabs for it and starts flipping and reading it.“Maddox,” I try threatening calls, trying to stop her, but it’s her… so, that’s not useful.So, she goes on and reads aloud, her voice syrupy and mocking. “‘Please join us as we celebrate the union of Alpha Keegan and Sienna Wallace…”Then, she scoffs, “Huh! Bold of them to assume we’re available.”I try to snatch it back,

Keegan’s POVI haven’t been home in weeks.I have made countless excuses. From paperwork, late inspections, and urgent reports. But the truth is more straightforward than that.I’ve been avoiding it. I’m avoiding the truth that I’ll be marrying soon, that I’ll officially be someone’s husband. Someone who is not Lillian.For days, this office of mine in the pack house has been my cave. I’ve been busy with piles of work that don’t even need my urgent attention, and I even made a new proposal that isn’t needed. All of it so I can prove that there’s a legit reason I can’t make time.My phone, sitting on the side of the desk, keeps vibrating and flashing with notifications as Sienna’s messages pile up. I got tired of opening it after reading a couple of messages that all revolved around our marriage preparation.It’s all about the florist confirming arrangements, caterers asking for final counts, questions about cake flavour, centrepiece heights and seating charts. All things I should care