All Chapters of Divorcing The Alpha: Now He Won't Let Me Go: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lillian’s POVI should never ever ever ever drink again!I curse myself silently as I stand up from my bed with messy hair, a skull-wrecking headache, and a heartache as I remember last night’s event.Looking around my house, that is now covered with the mess I made last night – empty glasses and wine bottles, knocked out furniture I stumbled on as I went back to my room last night, and some wrappers of snacks I managed to devour from my frustration after seeing Keegan.I look at everything and flashes of every single detail of my stupidity curse through my brain, making me shake my head in disagreement.With what has happened last night, I should have known peace would not last past sunrise.The morning is barely begun when the door to the Sanctuary slams open like a storm kicks it in… Well, it more likely does, but it doesn’t come with big wind, just big egos, a bitchy attitude and in the form of a blazing woman.A dozen heads jerk toward the sound of it, mine included. I’m mid-disc

Lillian’s POVIt’s been a few days. I will not lie. Standing in front of my mirror, I still see the mark lingering on my skin as it had the night before.But I will not let it own me.This time. It’s just a scar from a wound of my past. Especially, today… I will not let Keegan, the scar, or anything from the past distract and ruin my day today.Not with that marvellous scent of pines, mints, and sandalwood rotating my nostrils, not with the chill of late morning wind brushing my skin, and especially not when the beat of a hundred paws thundering across the forest floor echoes beside me as I run among them in my human form.Though I haven’t shifted yet, I’m still a she-wolf, and being wolfless will not hinder me from participating in this most-awaited tradition of every werewolf–the quarterly pack run.As stingy as it is, this is my first time actually being part of this tradition. Of being able to run with them.Back then, I ran to the side slowly with my head down, not wanting to fee

Lillian’s POVStorm comes one after another. It almost feels like a daily routine for me this time. I guess the pack run yesterday was only my day off. Because as soon as that passes by, I am back at receiving unwanted guests.Last time it was Sienna, and now it’s her die-hard fan, Evie.Like her idol, she doesn’t bother to knock and barges her way into the sanctuary until she finds me right at the courtyard, supervising the new refugees.A couple of warriors are following her and trying to stop her, but because of her status as the Alpha’s sister, they dare not go overboard.“You!” she barks, pointing a finger at me with her eyes sending fire my way. “You’re the reason the ceremony might get cancelled!”Around us, the refugees alongside some of the trainees from Oasis Camp whose shadows freeze mid their sprints, ears perking toward the commotion. The courtyard, filled with laughter and motivation as they did their drills moments ago, goes utterly silent.“I beg your pardon?” Turning

Lillian’s POV“You know… I think I know her.”I stop midway, leaving Luna Maera on her own to go back to my room, when I hear her sudden words. Slowly, I turn around and look at her with a questioning look.No words are needed. She already knows what I am asking.“Sienna.”Now, that takes my attention even more. “You know Sienna? Sienna Wallace?”Stepping forward, I stare at her closely and observe how her face changes a little as she tries to recall something, as if grasping something from the back of her head.Later on, she nods her head. “Yeah. I think so… Her name… It just…”Her face twisted as she tried to find the appropriate words. “Uncomfortably familiar, if I must say?”I raise a brow. “Uncomfortably familiar?”Taking another step closer to her, I await her following words, but she just sighs and stands up, dusting off the invisible dust on her clothes before shrugging. “Yes, uncomfortably familiar, but I can’t say anything for sure…”“...Yet,” she adds mysteriously, making m

Lillian’s POVThe day is… well, normal and yet… let’s say, something different at the same time. It’s a feeling that can’t be adequately expressed with words.We talked over roasted vegetables and seasoned meat, laughing more than I expected. Craig, though, loves throwing a small joke every now and then, but when he speaks seriously, it’s with intent. Not just surface words, but real ones.After our small chitchats and a bit of laughter here and there, he starts asking about something more valuable and essential, such as my plans and projects in the Sanctuary, to which I happily and excitedly share.I keep my eyes on him and can’t help but feel that sense of peace and belongingness to see him actually living. He isn’t just asking for the sake of keeping the conversation going. Instead, he seems genuinely interested, but the looks he gives me give me the sense that he’s more interested in what I am interested in than in everything I am saying, though he takes my words seriously.He als