All Chapters of The Alpha's Ex Is Back With A Son: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Title: The Quiet Before The StormDebby's POV __________________________________The train stopped with a loud screech, doors popping open. The sound of the train slowly disappeared, and all the calm and sense of peace Debby had left in her was replaced with fear and the weight of her situation. She wasn’t just running; she was headed straight for trouble. In this city, Alpha Damon was everywhere, his men watching like hawks. Jerry, her 16-year-old son, stood next to her, shaking not from fear or cold but from shock. His mind was still stuck in a loop of that terrifying event. He couldn’t recall why the city’s most dangerous man hunted them, but the memory of stabbing a man to death haunted him. The dying man’s desperate, pleading eyes lingered, and Jerry stood frozen, unsure if it was shock, fear, or cowardice. She grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly, their only source of support. They stood in the noisy train station, shivering with fear only they could feel. Jerry’s voice sho

Title: Blood And BondLevin's POV __________________________________ I sat there staring at the door as if it might speak back, lost inside the noise of my own thoughts. Debby used to be the one I turned to when my mind grew heavy. After dinner, when the world slowed, she would sit beside me—not speaking much, just listening. She wasn’t the best at pep talks, but her quiet presence always worked. She knew the rhythm of my storm: when I began to ramble, leaping between thoughts and reality, she knew I’d reached my breaking point. Then she would pull me into her arms, lay my head against her chest, and cover my face with kisses until a reluctant smile found me. Now, that comfort was only a memory—fifteen years distant, cruel in its sweetness. “Boss.” “Boss.” Brad’s voice jolted me back. His hand tapped my shoulder twice, the way he always did when I drifted too far. “You’re lost in thought again.” I blinked, the sanctuary returning around me—the glowing wolf symbol on t

Title: The Wolf in the Mirror Jerry’s POV__________________________________ I woke up to the smell of lavender. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, but I didn’t need light. My ears were sharper now, my skin prickling at things most people never noticed. Even the ticking of the wall clock was too loud. The scrape of a maid’s broom in the hallway. A dog barking from far outside. So many sounds added up until I couldn’t separate one from another. All that was left was a piercing, irritating noise. The hair on my skin stood like needles, goosebumps spread across me. My chest tightened. All I wanted at that point was to scream. I struggled to reach for my pocket, grabbed my earpods, and shoved them in my ears. Relief washed through me as my hearing settled back to normal. I headed straight for my bathroom to wash up. I brushed my teeth, splashing water on my face, when my wolf’s tail tingled—danger. I froze. My eyes lifted to the large mirror in front of me. The atmosphere grew c

Title: Between Shadows and DawnJerry’s POV__________________________________The last thing I remembered was the wolf’s crimson eyes, seeing two people in the forest and the word Vasilias burning in my skull.Cold air brushed against my skin. Damp earth pressed against my back, and the sharp metallic scent of blood filled my nose. My head pounded like drums, my chest heavy. Somewhere close by, I heard faint voices.“…still breathing.”“…damn lucky, Levin.”“…look at the mess.”I wanted to open my eyes fully, but they stung, glued with sweat. My body refused to move. It felt like being trapped between dream and reality.Then I felt it—strong arms lifting me from the ground. My body sagged against the warmth of a chest that smelled familiar. Dad. His heartbeat was steady, confident. It gave me a sense of safety, but equally I was scared. If Dad was carrying me then something bad must have happened. Why did I feel paralyzed? Why was I so exhausted? What was happening?My heart began to

Title: Beneath The SkinDebby’s POV__________________________________The house always felt emptier when Jerry left for school, but today the silence cut sharper than usual. His footsteps had faded hours ago, yet I could still see his face—tired eyes, quiet mouth, shoulders too heavy for a boy his age. He was learning how to smile without meaning it, just like his father.I wiped the breakfast plates, one by one, more slowly than needed. The maids passed behind me in soft steps, careful not to draw my attention. They always did that when I was unsettled—moving like shadows. I hated that they could smell the tension as clearly as the stew simmering on the stove.I tied my apron tighter, as if that could hold me together. Levin thought strength meant swallowing everything. But when I watched Jerry this morning, I wondered—was Levin’s way really protecting him, or just crushing him little by little?By noon, the walls were choking me. I stepped outside into the garden, breathing in air