All Chapters of Divorcing The Alpha: Now He Won't Let Me Go: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lillian’s POVThe morning air still smells faintly of roasted beans from yesterday’s café meeting, but the lingering questions Luther left me with feel heavier than caffeine.But the bombarding knocks on my door don’t let me brood on my thoughts for long.“What in the f*cking world are those?” That’s the first thing I shout upon opening my door to see a walking bluk of clothes coming my way.“A little help, please?” A muffled voice echoes from the inside of the mountain of clothes in front of me.“Oh, it speaks!” I sarcastically say in a high-pitched voice, knowing full well who is under those clothes.Maddox doesn’t even bother removing the hangers that come with it. The funniest thing is that she’s carrying a lot of shoes as well. And when I say a lot, I mean A LOT! There are at least two pairs of shoes hanging on each of her fingers.Smart of her to bring heels with straps.“Are you going to help or what?” she finally snaps, like a dragon is blowing fire. But I can’t take her seri

Keegan’s POVThe night before my wedding should feel like the calm before dawn. Something that I, as the groom, will be sleepless in excitement and joy with. Instead, it feels like a storm I can’t outrun.Right at the top of the rooftop of the company, with a bottle of brandy surrounded by the cold breeze of the night and the colourful lights from skyscrapers around us, the moonlight still shines brightly before me.It looks like it’s mocking me for how stupid my life has become. With a gulp of a glass, I sigh and lean my head back to the backrest of my seat, looking up to the sky and observing the moon above that has a slight ring of redness around it.“Blood Moon…” I whisper. It’s a phenomenon that happens only every quarter of the year. I guess with that bright ring around the moon right now, the blood moon will rise tomorrow.For us, werewolves, it’s a blessing. It’s a sign of heightened strength and clarity that far exceeds what the full moon can give us. But with it rising tomor

Lillian’s POVI sit coldly inside the car, looking outside the window. Ahead of us are the massive white ancient stones in circles where the wedding is being held.A soft, bitter laugh escaped my lips. It’s every she-wolve’s dream from Moonstone Pack to be married in there, but Keegan and I never actually had a grand wedding to begin with. And now, he’s having it right there… but with another girl.I thought I’d be fine… That I am already fine.But now that I am sitting here, just a few steps away from watching it start, my heart pounds in pain, and my stomach twists in emotions I can’t fully comprehend. I like to think it’s just because of my nerves and the upcoming blood moon, but who am I kidding?

Lillian’s POVMy self-doubts and inner questions are clouded over with the heat that captures every inch of my being.I don’t know when or how it happens. All I know is that one second Keegan and I are in the middle of the road outside the pack house, and now I am on the soft mattress of a familiar room of the cabin at the back, staring at the cream-coloured ceiling over his flexed muscular shoulder.“Keegan… We can’t…” The rational voice behind my head shouted in a scolding manner, urging every bit of me to fight the lust by the heat and push him away. But my body had another plan.The supposedly scream comes out as a moan, and my hands that are supposed to push his chiselled torso slide around his body instead toward his scapula, pulling him even closer to mine, so that we are now chest-to-chest, breathing heavily in sync.“I miss you, Lillian. More than ever…” His words come out husky, adding boil to the burning sensations that’re crawling my skin. But instead of the deadly pain I

Keegan’s POVI toss on the bed, arms moving around, wanting to touch that familiar soft, delicate skin I have cuddled with last night, but after a few tries of nothing, my sleepy head sobers up so fast I almost have whiplash.Sitting upright, I look around only to find an empty room. There’s nothing here but me and the lingering trace that she was here with me last night. Lillian’s faint scents are on the sheets, the air, everywhere.I can’t see her, but her intoxicating scent that fills my nostrils engulfs me like a blanket that makes me crave more. My longing intensifies, and this unexplainable anxiety hits me.Hastening around, looking so opposite to a dignified Alpha that I should be, I pick up my clothes and wear them one after another while rushing to the door like I’m on some sort of race and I’m at the losing end.No, I can’t lose her again.That’s all that’s running in my mind while I move in panic, constantly scolding and cursing myself.You’re a fool, Keegan! Stupid! Jerk!I