All Chapters of The Alpha's Ex Is Back With A Son: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LEVIN'S POV__________________________________I walked back and forth in the small hospital room. The air smelled like medicine and old bandages. The pack doctor, Elias, stood by Debby’s bed, checking the machines that beeped like a clock ticking down. Debby’s face was so pale, it hurt my heart to look at her. Every weak breath she took felt like a stab in my chest. Jerry stood near the door, arms crossed, his eyes flashing red—a sign his alpha side was acting up. Sasha leaned on the wall, hurt and bandaged from their last escape, watching us like she was ready for trouble. Marcus stayed in the corner, his scarred face hard to read.“Elias,” I said, stopping in front of him. “Tell me about the bite. You said it might help. But Debby’s human. What if it’s too much for her?”Elias stood tall, his voice careful. “Alpha, I checked the old books three times. The bite’s venom is like a spark—it can wake the body up. I read it in hunters’ notes and pack records. A small amount, given slowly

JERRY’S POV__________________________________"Jerry, focus on the map," Levin said, his voice low, cutting through the dim wolf room like a blade. "What do you see? Lines, symbols—tell me something useful."I leaned over the table, the bloodstone map spread out under the flickering chandelier, its jagged runes glowing faint red. The shard in my pocket burned hot against my thigh, pulsing like it was alive. "It's a maze, Dad. Twisting paths, starting at the crescent ground's edge. Leads to a circle in the center. But there's more—symbols I don't get. One looks like a wolf with horns."Sasha leaned in beside me, her breath warm on my arm, her finger tracing the crescent rune. "That's Lykaon's mark. I've seen it in hunter logs. The circle's where Damon'll do his ritual. The map's showing how to get in—quiet, without his pack spotting you."Levin crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing on me. "And the shard? You feel it pulling you there?"I nodded, my hand twitching toward my pocket. "Yea

DEBBY’S POV__________________________________“Levin, what’s happening to me?” My voice shook as I sat up on the medical bed, my heart pounding like a drum. The room was too loud—Jerry’s quick breaths, Sasha’s boots scuffing the floor, Elias’s pen tapping his clipboard. My skin felt like it was on fire, picking up every little sound and smell, like the sharp tang of Levin’s sweat. I looked at Jerry, his eyes still glowing red, his hand stuffed in his pocket where I knew that damn shard was.“You’re awake, Debby,” Levin said, his voice low, steady, but his eyes were worried. “The bite worked. You’re back. But it’s… changing you. Making you sharper.”“Sharper?” I snapped, my fingers gripping the bedrail so hard it creaked. “I hear everything, Levin. Your heartbeat, Marcus muttering outside, even the damn machine beeping. This isn’t me. Am I turning into one of you?”“No,” Elias cut in, his voice calm but quick, stepping closer with his clipboard. “You’re not shifting, Debby. The venom’

SASHA’S POV__________________________________“Okay, Jerry, show me the map again,” I said, leaning over the wolf room’s table, the bloodstone map glowing faintly under the chandelier’s flicker. The air was heavy, smelling of dust and old leather. Jerry stood next to me, his hand twitching near his pocket where the shard hid, his eyes flickering red. Levin was across from us, his face hard, arms crossed tight. Debby sat nearby, her eyes sharp despite the venom’s fire still burning through her. Marcus was at the door, muttering about Brad’s wolves moving closer to the docks.“It’s confusing,” Jerry said, his voice low, frustrated, as he smoothed the map out. “Lines twist everywhere. Points to the ritual ground, but it’s like a puzzle. And this—” he tapped a crescent rune, “—it’s the circle Mom saw. The shard keeps whispering about it.”“Whispering what?” I asked, keeping my voice steady, my hand brushing his to keep him calm. “You gotta tell us everything, Jerry. Those voices aren’t y

JERRY’S POV__________________________________“What’s glowing?” My voice came out sharp, my hand tight on the shard in my pocket, its red pulse burning through my jeans. The wolf room was heavy with tension, the bloodstone map’s faint glow mocking us from the table. Mom stood close, her eyes sharp with that new venom-edge, watching me like I might break. Sasha’s gaze darted between us, her fists clenched, ready for a fight. Levin’s face was hard, his gold eyes locked on Marcus, who stood at the door, relaying the scout’s call about Brad.“Scout couldn’t tell,” Marcus said, his voice rough, scratching his scarred cheek. “Said it’s small, red, like a gem. Brad’s carrying it, heading to the ritual ground with Damon’s wolves.”“Like a gem?” Mom’s voice was tight, her hand grabbing my arm, her grip stronger than before. “Jerry, is it another shard? Did you drop something in the alley?”“No!” I snapped, pulling away, the voices in my head hissing—They doubt you. Prove them. “I’ve got the s