All Chapters of Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

MARIE The murmuring in the hall started up again, but it wasn't the light, social hum from earlier. The air felt thick, heavy with a damp sort of dread that sat on your chest and made it hard to draw a full breath. I looked around, watching the faces of the powerful wolves around me.I watched Tristan first. He took his vial with a steady hand, his face a mask of Alpha stoicism.Daniel took his next, then Yelena. When the waiter finally reached me, my fingers brushed the cold glass and a sudden tremor ran through my hand. My wolf surged under my skin, pacing, whining, completely restless.I frowned, staring down at the dark, swirling liquid. What was wrong with me? Why was I feeling so sick all of a sudden? I forced my breathing to level out and gripped the vial tighter.I couldn’t look weak here. I squeezed my eyes shut, tilted my head back, and downed the drink in one go. It tasted like iron and bitter herbs, coating my throat with a film that made me want to gag.I waited

MARIEMy brother stood frozen.It was like the entire world had stopped at the sound of that slap. Tristan’s face didn't move, but the air around him grew cold... deadly cold. Yelena, on the other hand, was like a mad wolf. She lunged forward, her fingers clawed, wanting to rip the skin right off Livia’s face.Her parents scrambled to hold her back. "You can't fight! Not in this condition, Lena!" they pleaded, dragging her by her arms. She thrashed against them, her eyes wild and fixated on Livia, but they held her down with everything they had."How dare you?" Livia spat, her chest heaving up and down. She looked like she had finally snapped. "How dare you, witch, think of me like that? To fake something... to plant a letter just to pin it on me?"Livia’s mother didn't say anything. She reached down with shaking hands and picked up the paper Yelena had thrown. Her fingers trembled so violently that the paper rattled as she opened it. She read it quickly, her face turning a sickly s

YELENAI stared at the wall, my mind spinning in circles. I truly couldn’t believe it wasn’t her.If it wasn’t Livia, then who?Who else hated me enough to go to those lengths? Who else would stalk me, threaten me, and try to tear my life apart? I racked my brain, searching for a face, a name, a memory of a grudge I might have forgotten.But there was nothing. Aside from Livia’s blatant, venomous jealousy, I didn’t have enemies... at least, not ones who played this dirty.The sound of footsteps on the floorboards snapped me out of my thoughts. Tristan was coming back, his expression tight as he carried a small bowl of ice he’d gone to fetch.Looking at him, a small, involuntary smile touched my lips. I couldn't help but remember the way he had stood up for me back there.The way he had commanded my parents to release me, his voice booming with the authority of an Alpha, just so I could deliver the slap I deserved to give back. I’d honestly worried for a second that he might just

YELENAThe morning didn't arrive as late as it did; it simply materialized out of the grey fog of my thoughts. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Marie’s pale face and the dark, terrifying stain of blood on her sheets. How could a werewolf lose that much blood so quickly? Our bodies were built to knit back together, to hold onto life with a grip of iron. Whatever was happening to her, it felt unnatural.I just hoped that wherever Tristan had taken her, the doctors had found a way to stop the bleeding. I hoped they had answers.I swung my legs off the bed, my breath catching slightly as the weight of my pregnancy shifted. I rubbed my hand over my large, swollen stomach, feeling the steady presence of my unborn daughter. Tyla.Just a few more months and she would be here with us, a new life in the middle of all this chaos.I made my way to the bathroom, moving slowly. My mind tried to find some peace in the fact that Livia was finally behind bars. She was locked u

LIVIAI couldn't believe this was my life now. For two weeks, Tristan had kept me locked up in a cold, damp cell for two whole weeks before he finally realized I knew absolutely nothing about the crime they had pinned on me.Two weeks of staring at stone walls, smelling the scent of silver and rot, all because he chose to believe that lying witch over his own mate's bloodline.How could he believe her? How could he look into my eyes, see the truth written in my soul, and still choose to trust her words over mine?I had no motive to hurt her. I was living my life, trying to find my place in a pack that seemed to be forgetting me. But now? Now that she had brought it upon herself to drag my name through the mud and throw me into a cage like a rogue? Now, I would give her exactly what she wanted.If she wanted me to be the villain in her little drama, I would play the part until the credits rolled.Clearing her from this earth was the only way I could breathe again. It was the only