บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by my Ex-husband's friend : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe morning air was soft and cool, carrying a gentle breeze that moved the leaves on the tall trees. The sun was not too hot, only warm enough to touch the skin in a kind way, and the sky was a light blue with small white clouds drifting slowly as if they had no worries at all. Birds flew across, their wings gliding easily in the open space. It was a peaceful day, the kind of day that once upon a time Flora would have enjoyed without fear or heavy thoughts.It had been weeks since Leo broke the cursed bracelet. Weeks since the dark magic that haunted her was destroyed. Weeks since she stopped seeing shadows that were not there, and weeks since the whispers that once chased her in her sleep faded from her ears.Now, at last, her mind felt clearer. Her sleep was no longer broken by screams or fear. Her dreams were normal, soft, sometimes even sweet. Her heart, which once felt like it was being crushed under a heavy stone, was calmer now. She even found herself

Third Person’s Perspective Leo’s room smelled of alcohol. It was not the smell of one bottle but of many,days and nights of spilled liquor that had soaked into the carpet, into the furniture, into the very air. The floor was scattered with bottles, some lying on their side, some shattered, their sharp edges glinting in the dim light. The curtains were drawn tightly, shutting out the warm rays of the sun, turning the room into a gloomy cave where time seemed frozen. The air was heavy, thick, and stale, like a place where hope had long died and rot had taken its place. Leo sat slouched on the edge of his bed. His shirt hung loosely, half-buttoned, stained with drink. His hair was untidy, falling over his forehead in an unkempt mess. His eyes were bloodshot and ringed with dark circles, proof of too many sleepless nights. A glass rested loosely in his hand, though most of its contents had already spilled onto the rug below, leaving dark patches on the fabric. His head swayed slightly,

Third Person’s PerspectiveFlora had left the Nightshade Pack with nothing. No home, no family, no real plan. All she knew was that she could not stay there anymore. The place carried too much pain, too many memories, too many shadows of Leo.She drove for hours, not even knowing where she was going. She only wanted to be far away. The forest roads passed behind her, then small towns, and then finally, the big human city. The city was busy, full of noise, cars, and bright lights. It was different from the quiet of the pack lands. The air smelled like smoke and food instead of trees. The people moved fast, not caring who she was, not caring if she was broken.At first, Flora felt lost. She had no one. She did not know where she would sleep or how she would live. She spent nights in cheap motels, staring at the ceiling, wondering if she had made a mistake. She was hurt, she was lonely, but one thing she was sure of,she was not going back.On her third day in the city, she met a kind wom

Third Person’s Perspective Leo had decided to spend the night at the diner where Flora worked. The diner had a small lodge upstairs for special guests, and Leo, being who he was, got the best room without question. Flora was the one asked to attend to him, since she was trusted and careful with important customers.That night, she carried a tray with his drink to his room. Her steps were quiet, her heart a little fast. She knew the Alpha had been drinking too much lately, but tonight he seemed calmer, though his eyes were still heavy with thoughts.“Here is your drink, sir,” Flora said softly, placing the tray on the small table beside the bed.Leo didn’t reply at first. He just stared at her with an unreadable expression, his dark eyes fixed on her as though she was the only thing in the room.“Sir…” Flora began again, but before she could finish, Leo reached out and pulled her gently onto the bed. He moved slowly, carefully, so she wouldn’t be afraid, and then he leaned over her, h

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe night was quiet, but inside the small lodge room, heat filled the air as though the walls themselves held secrets. The faint glow of the lamp in the corner made the room soft and golden, throwing shadows across the bed and the wooden table. Flora had just finished tidying her things, folding the last piece of fabric carefully onto the chair, when the door creaked open.She turned, and there he was,Leo.The sight of him stole her breath. His eyes were darker than usual, carrying a storm inside them, and his broad shoulders filled the doorway as if he owned not just the room but the air around it. His breathing was already heavy, like he had been holding something inside all day, something that only she could ease.Flora’s lips curved into a soft smile, even though her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. “You came,” she whispered, her voice warm but trembling with hope.Leo didn’t answer right away. His silence made the room heavier. He stepped in, shutti