All Chapters of The Alpha's Ex Is Back With A Son: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Debby’s POV __________________________________ The smell of wet asphalt and cheap kids’ cologne makes my stomach twist as I hide behind a rusty old van. Jerry’s walking toward Crescent High, shoulders bent like the weight of the world’s sitting on his back. Then I hear Darren—his voice sharp and mean—throwing insults at Jerry. My hands curl into fists so tight my nails dig into my skin. Then Sasha steps in. Just a few words from her and Darren shuts up like someone cut his power. I almost want to run out there, grab Jerry, and just get the hell out. My heart’s beating so loud it hurts. When Jerry looks up, his face softens a bit. He’s okay… for now. I shouldn’t even be here after that alley nightmare—the blood, the screams, his bones cracking as he turned into that red-eyed monster. But I can’t stop watching him. Can’t let him go. Levin’s house still haunts me, with those creepy wolf carvings on the walls, like eyes following me, judging everything I do. I lied to Jerry about wh

DEBBY’S POV__________________________________It’s too quiet. The kind that makes my skin crawl. My sneakers squeak on the floor, loud and dumb. I stop, heart pounding. Nothing moves. Just a weird hum in the air, like it’s alive. Rain from the chase still echoes in my head, Levin’s voice too—I never stopped loving you. Can’t think about that now. Gotta move. One step. Then another.I’ve got the key I grabbed earlier. It fits the locked door to the wolf room. I need to know what Levin’s hiding about that bloodstone. I look back, half-expecting him to catch me. Hall’s empty. Wolf carvings on the walls stare, eyes glowing a bit. I shiver, fumbling the key. The lock clicks. Door creaks open. A warm hum hits me, like the air’s breathing. Inside’s small—stone walls, shadows, a big table. On it, a glowing bloodstone pulses like a heart. My breath stops. This thing’s tied to Jerry, to Damon’s hunt.I step closer, hand hovering over the stone. Memories hit—Levin and me, years back, dancing in

JERRY’S POV__________________________________The training yard behind the mansion stinks of sweat and wet dirt. My arms burn as I swing at the punching bag Levin set up. My knuckles are red and sore, each hit feeling like I’m fighting myself. Mom’s been a wreck since that garage fight, and now I’m stuck here, trying to figure out this wolf crap. Sasha’s words yesterday—about protecting me—stick in my head, but Mom’s warning about her bugs me. I don’t know who to trust anymore.Levin circles me, his face hard as rock. “Hit harder, Jerry! You’re an alpha—act like it!” His voice booms, and I clench my teeth, throwing another punch. The bag swings, but it’s weak. He grabs my arm, twists it behind my back, and I stumble, hitting the ground hard. Pain shoots through my side, and I curse under my breath.“Get up!” he snaps, stepping back. “Damon’s guys won’t wait for you to whine.”I scramble up, wiping mud off my face. “I’m trying! This ain’t easy!” My voice cracks, and I hate sounding li

DEBBY’S POV__________________________________The mansion’s dead quiet, and it’s making my skin crawl. Jerry’s not in his room, and Sasha’s gone too. My phone’s silent—no texts, no calls. My gut’s screaming something’s wrong. After the cops left and Levin stashed the bloodstone, I told Jerry to stay put, but his backpack’s missing. The book’s heavy under my jacket, like a damn brick, and Levin’s words—no more secrets—burn in my head. If he’s lying again, I’ll end him, but right now, I gotta find my kid.I grab my keys, slip out the back, heart pounding. That note Jerry had, about the bloodstone ritual, mentioned warehouses by the docks. Levin chased Damon’s guys there before. If Jerry’s hunting answers—or Sasha’s dragging him into trouble—that’s where they’re at. I jump in my sedan, engine coughing as I peel out. Crescent City’s streets are dark, neon lights blurring in the drizzle. My hands choke the wheel, knuckles white.The warehouse district’s a mess—rusted metal, busted windows

DEBBY’S POV__________________________________The dark’s heavy, like I’m sinking in wet dirt, my side burning where that knife cut me. I’m still trapped in this coma, body stuck, but my heart feels Jerry—his fear, his fast steps, running somewhere in Crescent City. I can’t move, can’t speak, but something’s pulling me to him, like a thread tying us. The bloodstone’s hum buzzes in my head, stronger now, like it’s calling me too. I’m fighting to hold on—for Jerry, for the truth, for a chance to make this right.A flash breaks the fog. I’m in a dream, standing in our old apartment, the one I raised Jerry in alone. I’m twenty, pacing, bills piled on the table, Jerry crying in his crib. No Levin, no dad—just me, toughing it out. I pick up baby Jerry, his tiny hand grabbing mine, and I whisper, “We’re okay, kid. I got you.” That lone strength kept me going then, and it’s all I got now to reach him.“Jerry!” I call, my voice echoing in the dream. I feel him, scared, hiding somewhere dark—ma