All Chapters of Divorcing The Alpha: Now He Won't Let Me Go: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lillian’s POVI stand there, frozen in shock from Keegan’s degrading accusation. My hands tremble on my side as I contemplate whether to slap him or punch the hell out of him.My breathing becomes ragged from frustration. If it isn’t for the fact that I’m still feeling a bit dizzy, I’m sure I probably already punched him as hard as I did with that sandbag earlier.“Keegan! Are you hearing yourself? Don’t you even know how to respect a woman?” Craig protectively stands in front of me after giving a glance and seeing that I am too angry to retort.Finally, he does what he has never done before, meets Craig’s eyes with his grim expression and darkened eyes. “I haven’t signed the divorce papers yet. Under werewolf law, she’s still my legal wife.”Snorting a laugh, he asks, “Is this why you rushed to take her in? You wanted my wife, huh, Uncle?”Seeing that he comes here not only to degrade me but also to ruin his uncle’s reputation, I finally find my voice again. Taking a step forward, I

Lillian’s POVSixty-nine sheep… Seventy sheep… Seventy-one sheep…I have been counting sheep for more than an hour now, and it’s been my countless tries of a hundred sheep already, but sleep still doesn’t visit me.Now, I’m right at my bed, lying while staring at the ceiling with every breath shallow as the weight of today’s events presses on my chest.“You killed our pup!”Those words spill from my lips before I can stop them, and then… I run. I don’t want to wait and see the look on his face or hear his excuses for the grave crime he has committed.I've already been living in silence for years. I can’t do it anymore. Not now, when the pain of what happened then and everything he has done to me is clawing me from the inside out.Sitting up with a sigh, I set my legs down and let the furry carpet under my feet relax me a little while I tap the bedside lamp, letting it illuminate the room a little.But that’s when I hear a knock.With furrowed brows, I double-tap the screen of my phone

Keegan’s POV‘Divorce? Not in a million years!’ I hiss in my mind as I slam the pen I’m holding on the coffee table with a thud.I can feel my mom and cousin flinching from the sound while Dom’s approaching footsteps halt, but I couldn’t care less about them.All my attention is focused on the document in front of me. I grab it and tighten my finger around the edge, examining Lillian’s crisp and neat signature on it, like she has done it with conviction.My heart goes into turmoil, and without thinking, I tear the paper in half… then again… and again… until the pieces scatter like ash across the room.Standing up, I make up my mind. There is no way I will ever let her go. She’s my Luna. Mine!“Son…”My mom calls behind me, but I simply turn around and go to my office, slamming myself down into my chair and letting the pile of work distract me.I have already informed Dom and the rest of the pack members today that I will bring their Luna back and stand behind my words. No matter what.

Lillian’s POVSitting at the back of the car that Craig had provided me with, I decided to go to Moonstone Pack. I roll down the window and breathe fresh air while leaning back on the seat with closed eyes.As soon as I arrive at Oasis pack, I return to my room, feeling completely burned out.All that coldness and snarls I have when facing Keegan earlier vanish into thin air as I drop myself down on the bed in a very unladylike manner while kicking my shoes off and letting them fly wherever.The hope that lying on the soft mattress would relieve my stress is proven wrong when I look at the ceiling, only to see the kiss between Keegan and Sienna replaying in my mind like a cruel loop.Frustrated, I grab a pillow and squish my head with it, but the image still disappears.Then… I remember Keegan’s words about my mark.In a swift motion, I jump off the bed and walk barefoot toward the full-length mirror. Pushing my hair away, my finger traces the mark he left me. “Why hasn’t it disappea

Craig’s POVI stand in the middle of the ballroom, overseeing the entire welcoming party preparation.The venue shimmers under bright crystal chandeliers lined with gold. Tables and other parts of the place are decorated with daisies and baby breaths, Lillian’s favourite flowers.Every design, every dish, and every dessert is of her preference, and I spend days making sure that everything will be executed perfectly.Servants and decorators come and go, doing finishing touches while I meticulously do the final inspection.On the welcoming red fabric banner, a golden embroidery shows: You are welcome. You are wanted. You are free.This party is very important not just for Lillian, but also for me.My fingers tighten around the cufflink on my wrist as the venue blurs out from my vision and the memories from the past flash creep in before me.Years ago, we were sent to a summer training camp for warriors. Among many memorable training and strategies I experienced in that place, the one th