Semua Bab Divorcing The Alpha: Now He Won't Let Me Go: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Lillian’s POVStanding in front of the full-length mirror in the waiting room in the ballroom hall, I blink in disbelief as I look at my own reflection that seems to belong to someone else.Wearing the sequinned orange dress with high heels and properly styled hair, I look like Luna again. Or at least, I look a little like my old self. But unlike before, the girl I’m seeing in the mirror is no longer the girl who happily dresses up and swirls in excitement while playing dress up for her constantly absent husband.Instead, the girl I’m seeing in the mirror is a woman in poise who has her chin lifted with newfound dignity. But her one twinkling eye looks dead and only glints with pain.That’s me in the mirror… A woman who is reborn to be stronger and build the life I deserve to be walking into.“You look beautiful, Miss.” The maid whisper behind me while helping me with some finishing touches on my hair. Peeking over my shoulder, she meets my eyes through the mirror and adds, “Like a qu

Keegan’s POVI stand in the corner, eyes fixated on the dance floor where Alpha Luther’s paws are all over Lillian, who is wearing a smile, looking all radiant and strong… Looking confident…Seeing her so gorgeous and happy, everyone around her looks at her with admiration, and my heart clenches.That should be me holding her… And not some weak Alpha-dog!I clench my fist on my side, rage boiling within my heart.For the three years that we have been married, I have never brought Lillian to any public events. But not because I am ashamed of her, but because I don’t think it matters. It’s all business deals anyway, all of which I know she has no interest in or knowledge of.If more, it will only bore her to death. She likes battles and weapons, not some fancy dresses and drinks.But now, seeing her in this party, effortlessly catching everyone’s attention, a knife of regret slices my soul. With so many people looking at her, there should be no other man around her but me.I have to let

Lillian’s POVA make-shift duelling ring is created in the middle of the dancefloor, emphasising the box by using tall flower planters, and the rolled fabric is used to define the sides. Since it’s a duel in an indoor setup, the use of any weapons like daggers, swords, and especially guns is prohibited.It is also to maintain fairness and show our brute force and skills.The duel began under a heavy silence, with only the shifting of feet and murmurs from the crowd as our backdrop.Stan and I stands facing each other squarely.Compared to him, he is, without a doubt, taller and more experienced, especially after the three years I have been gone. He goes to his fighting stance in confidence, staring me down.Raising my fist and bending my knees in my fighting stance, I take a deep breath and calm my nerves, feeling ready. Though I don’t carry the same brute strength I once had, I know everything else remains.My instinct, grit, rage and speed. I pull strength from all of those and focu

Lillian’s POVThe clang of metal chain and the dull thud of my fist against the training sandbags echo across the field with each punch of mine. Breathing heavily, I wipe the sweat from my brow and chug a bottle of water.It has been nearly a week since the party. A quiet week, to be exact.Sitting down on the bench, I grab my phone from my training bag and swipe on the screen. Still no notification.Keegan hasn’t contacted me since then. No call. No messages. And above all things, no signature on the divorce papers.Sighing, I throw the phone back into my bag and close my eyes to relax.Unfortunately, those flaring hazel eyes taunt me again. I still remember the way his eyes burned into mine across the ballroom.That possessive, wounded, and angry gaze as if he has the right. And the most frustrating thing about it is how I see a glint of disgust and accusation in it.The audacity!Shaking the thought off my mind, I sigh and harshly throw the face towel on the bench I am sitting on a

Lillian’s POVI freeze, and my heart pounds. What does he mean by that?The air in the room suddenly feels too still… too quiet. I search his face, half-expecting him to break into a grin. But he doesn’t.His steady gaze stays on mine.Don’t tell me he’s really being serious? He’s Keegan’s uncle.Questions fill my mind, but I pull back from my thoughts when I am suddenly flicked on the forehead.I blink and watch as Craig snaps a finger in front of me. “What are you thinking?”Shifting position, he taps on the pile of documents and casually speaks, “I’m not asking you to handle everything. It's just some of the simpler affairs like the merchants, border requests, inter-pack disputes or such.”“Please,” he says, looking at me intently. “You’d be helping me a lot.”I was weighing him for a while. Guess he just shrugs off my joke about the Luna thing and is very focused on asking for my help.Looking at his expectant eyes, I push my hesitation down and trail off with explanation, “But I’