All Chapters of The Alpha's Ex Is Back With A Son: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JERRY’S POV__________________________________“Jerry, move!”Sasha’s voice cuts through the noise. I duck as claws slice the air where my head was a second ago. The den shakes around us — wood splintering, growls echoing. The smell of blood is thick. Too thick.“I’m fine!” I yell back, though I’m not. My shoulder’s burning from where one of Damon’s wolves caught me.Sasha kicks a crate toward me. “Use it!”I grab it and smash it against the nearest wolf’s face. It goes down hard, but another one’s already coming. This one’s faster. I swing, but he knocks me off my feet.“Jerry!” Sasha cries.I hit the ground, wind knocked out of me. Everything spins. I hear her run toward me — her boots on the floor, her sharp breath — then a loud thud.When I open my eyes, the wolf’s gone. Sasha’s standing over me, holding a knife slick with blood. Her hands are shaking.“You okay?” she says.“Yeah,” I lie, pushing myself up. “You?”She wipes her arm across her face, leaving a smear of red. “Could b

DEBBY’S POV__________________________________I’m trapped in a haze, my body heavy, like it’s sunk into tar. My mind’s awake, though, clawing through shadows and echoes, fighting to make sense of the world I can’t touch. I’m Debby, stuck in this coma, my heart aching not just from the wounds that put me here—taking claws for Jerry and that hunter girl, Sasha—but from something sharper, something that cuts deeper. Jealousy. It’s ugly, twisting in my chest as I see my son, my Jerry, in a vision so clear it hurts. He’s kneeling beside Sasha in some grimy Crescent City alley, his dark hair falling into his eyes, wiping blood off her cheek with a tenderness that stabs me. His eyes glow red, the mark of a true alpha, but they’re soft, too soft, for her.Why her? Why that reckless girl who drags him into danger? I raised Jerry alone, sixteen years of shielding him from the werewolf world I ran from. Now, he’s slipping, pulled by Sasha’s wild spark, her knife-sharp smile. I want to scream, t

JERRY’S POV__________________________________My boots are scuffing the stone as I stand in the mansion's courtyard, my heart thumping in my chest like a drum. The cold moonlight creates lifelike shadows that seem to be observing me. I'm Jerry, sixteen years old, cursed, and my eyes are burning red from this uncontrollable alpha power. Like a hot coal, the bloodstone shard in my pocket pulses in time with the voices in my head that tell me to fight, run, and kill. Even though I detest it, I can't let it go. Blood is dripping from Sasha's temple as she leans against the wall beside me. I'm the moron who followed her into that alley in the hopes of saving her, and she's hurt from our altercation with Damon's wolves.Levin is standing in front of me, his alpha aura weighing heavily like a storm, his dark eyes blazing. His voice reverberating off the walls of the mansion, he yells, "Jerry!" "Why in the world did you run off like that?" He's my father, but I've hated him for years because

JERRY’S POV__________________________________My heart is slamming against my ribs as I run through the back alleys of Crescent City, my boots banging on the cracked pavement. Bars, warehouses, and shadows scuttling with peril are all blurred by the neon lights. I'm Jerry, sixteen years old, cursed, and my eyes are burning red from this uncontrollable alpha power. The shard of bloodstone in my pocket feels like it's on fire, and its pulse echoes the voices in my head that are telling me to fight, run, and kill. I can't let it go, even though I detest the way it tugs at me. Beside me, Sasha is gasping for air and has blood streaming from the place where she was slashed by a cartel thug in that den. I thought I could find answers by following her into that mess, but now we're on the run and Damon's wolves are after us.As we hide behind a dumpster, the smell of blood and trash fills the air, burning my lungs. Despite the pain, Sasha's green eyes are sharp and pale. "We need to keep goi

JERRY'S POV__________________________________My heart is pounding as if it were trying to escape as I stand in the mansion's hallway with my back to the chilly stone wall. My eyes are burning red, the air is heavy, and it smells of tension and old wood. This alpha curse is itching beneath my skin. Clutching the bloodstone shard in my pocket, I'm sixteen-year-old Jerry, lost in the chaos of Crescent City. The voices in my head—fight, protect, kill—are louder than ever, and it's hot and pulsing like a heartbeat. Sasha is beside me, her blond hair disheveled and her arm covered in blood from our escape from the cartel den. I'm trying to decide whether or not I can trust her after everything as she watches me with her gentle yet perceptive green eyes.Mom's coma monitor beeps in the adjacent room, and flickering lamps dimly light the hallway. Every sound reminds me that she is fighting for her life after sacrificing herself for us, and it feels like a knife in my stomach. Though it soun