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

Debby's POV __________________________________ The Porsche purred to a stop at a hidden mansion, its black gates swallowed by towering pines at the forest’s edge. Levin’s secret lair screamed power—isolated, untouchable, perfect for a werewolf kingpin. My stomach churned as we rolled into the garage, the doors sliding open with a low hum. Inside, sleek black cars gleamed under bright lights, lined up like they were on display in some billionaire’s museum. “Yo, Mom, this guy’s got a car obsession,” Jerry whispered, his eyes wide, flicking over the shiny hoods. He was trying to sound chill, but his voice shook, still rattled from the chase. I forced a laugh, nudging him. “Yeah, your dad’s always been extra.” Calling Levin “dad” felt like swallowing glass, but I needed to keep Jerry grounded. “Stick close, okay?” “Like I’m gonna wander off in this place,” he muttered, tugging his hoodie tighter. His attempt at sass didn’t hide the fear in his eyes, and it killed me to see my kid li

Levin’s POV __________________________________ “Debby, we gotta talk,” I said, my voice low, standing outside her door. My knock was soft, almost scared, like I was a kid again, not the guy who runs this place. She opened the door, her face hard, eyes sharp with anger but a flicker of surprise. “What do you want, Levin?” Her tone was cold, like I didn’t belong here. “About Jerry. In my room,” I said, trying to keep it steady. My chest was still pounding from what happened—Jerry’s claws, his red eyes, that raw power. She hesitated, eyes narrowing, but followed me. We stepped into my room, the familiar smell of polished wood and whiskey wrapping around me like a shield. This was my space, my sanctuary since she left, where I’d made hard calls and whispered prayers that somehow got answered. I closed the door, the click loud in the quiet. “Sit if you want,” I said, crossing to the bar. I poured myself a glass of wine, coffee for her—two spoons of milk, one sugar, like always. The si

Jerry’s POV __________________________________ “Hey, you’re new, right?” Sasha said, tilting her head, her eyes sizing me up like I was a puzzle. She sat at her desk, pen tapping her notebook. I chuckled, rubbing my neck, my cheeks warm. “Yeah, new. Not sneaking or anything, just… lost.” She smirked, her voice light. “Lost in an empty classroom? Sure.” “I saw you, okay? Gotta ask someone to find my way,” I said, grinning. “Unless you ask the wrong person,” she shot back, sarcasm dripping. We both laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Right,” we said together, and she giggled. The air went quiet, but not weird—calm, like we clicked. Her voice was different, soothing, not like the usual noise that made my head scream. Normally, new people were too much—too loud, too bright. But Sasha was chill, like a cool breeze on a hot day. My wolf settled, and I thought maybe Crescent High wouldn’t be so bad. “What grade you in?” I asked, leaning against a desk. “Second year,” she said

Jerry’s POV __________________________________ “Hey, Levin junior,” a cocky senior with slick hair said, blocking my path in the hall, his smirk sharp. “Think you’re special? Anyone think this guy’s special?” he called out, arms spread. I froze, the Crescent High hallway buzzing around me—lockers slamming, voices humming like bees, the air thick with waxed floors and cheap perfume. Kids stared, their whispers loud. “That’s him,” “Levin’s son,” “No way.” My skin burned under their eyes, but I didn’t shrink. Part of me stood taller, proud to carry Dad’s name, even if it felt heavy. My wolf stirred, heat rushing through me, claws itching under my skin. I clenched my fists, knowing I couldn’t let it out—not here, not now. It’d be a mess. Sasha appeared beside me, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “Back off, Darren. He doesn’t even know your name, and you’re acting like his biggest fan.” Laughter broke out, kids snickering. Darren glared but stepped aside. My wolf calmed, sinking back into my

Jerry’s POV __________________________________ “Look who’s brave enough to show his face,” Darren sneered, swaggering down the Crescent High hallway, his two buddies snickering behind him. “Thought you’d hide after the other day, Levin kid.” My jaw tightened, the hallway’s buzz—lockers slamming, kids laughing, sneakers squeaking—hitting me like a wave. Everything was too loud, too sharp since that night in the alley. My skin felt raw, like every sound scraped my nerves. I smelled cafeteria grease two floors down, heard the janitor humming in the basement. My wolf stirred, restless, hungry, its claws itching under my skin. I wanted to shove past Darren, but my fists clenched, heat rushing through me. “Back off,” I muttered, my voice low, trying to keep the wolf down. Sasha slipped in front of me, her eyes sharp. “Leave him alone, Darren,” she said, her voice cool but hard. “He’s not in the mood for your crap.” Darren snorted, crossing his arms. “What, you his babysitter now?” “No