All Chapters of Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

YELENAI stepped back, my chest heaving, looking down at his trembling form. "What? Did I... did I hear that right?"Daniel didn't look up. He just sat there in the middle of the floor, sobbing, his tears mixing with the blood on his chest."I told you," he choked out. "It’s my fault. Your wolf... she knows. She just confirmed it."I closed my eyes for a second, trying to process the impossibility of it. Daniel loved Marie. Everyone knew it. It was the kind of soul-deep devotion that people whispered about.He would have walked through fire for her. So, how could he possibly be the one who put her in this bed?"How is this possible, Daniel?" I asked, my voice softer now, though it was still shaking. "How could you hurt her like this?""I infected her," he whispered, looking up at me with eyes that were utterly broken. "I infected her with my sickness. I knew I wasn't supposed to get close to her. I knew I wasn't supposed to love her or tell her she was my fated mate... not until I was

YELENA Tristan's left hand slipped down, resting gently on the curve of my belly. The touch was so tender it made me chuckle softly, but I knew I had to use this moment of softness."Tristan," I said, placing my hand over his. "Let her see him. She asked for it. She needs that peace to heal."The softness vanished instantly. He pulled his hand back, his face hardening into a mask of Alpha authority. "I knew you’d take his side." He looked back at Marie, who was watching us with hollow, pleading eyes. "Can she eat?"I shook my head, frustrated by the subject change. "No. Only liquids for the next twelve hours. I’m going to get her some water and a nutrient flush now.""Fine. Then I’ll go get you something to eat," he said, already turning on his heel and walking toward the door."Tristan! I know what you’re doing! Come back here!" I called out, but he didn't even slow down. He was a man on a mission to avoid the truth. He didn't want to hear Daniel’s name, and he certainly didn't want

YELENA His presence was overwhelming, the scent of woodsmoke and rain filling my nose. He looked down at my hands. "Then why is your hand gripping the door handle like you’re afraid I’m going to rip it off?"I looked down. My knuckles were white, my fingers clamped tightly over the cold metal handle. I yanked my hand away immediately, tucking it behind my back."No... I was just... using it to balance myself. I’m tired, Tristan."He stepped closer, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His tall figure completely blocked out the hallway lights, casting me in his shadow. My heart started racing for an entirely different reason."Your whole weight is on that weak handle," he murmured, his voice vibrating in his chest. "As heavy as you are right now? Come on, Yelena. Give me a better lie than that."Two nurses walked past us, slowing their pace to gossip and steal glances at the Alpha and the doctor in such an intimate position. The heat in my face flared. I rea

YELENA I had to fight the urge to turn around, grab him by the collar, and kiss him until neither of us could breathe. He was rubbing his face against my shoulder now, like a giant, needy cat, and it was breaking down every wall I had left."You're heavy in a good way," he countered, his hands moving slightly on my belly, feeling the baby move. "And you're sexy as fuck. You have no idea how much I'm holding myself back right now, Yelena."The air in the room felt thick, charged with an almost unbearable tension. I swallowed hard, my hand moving instinctively to his hair. I gripped the soft strands, pulling slightly. He froze. I think he expected me to say something... to give in, to invite him closer. When I realized what I was doing, I yanked my hand back as if I’d been burned.Yelena, get hold of yourself! I screamed at myself internally. Don't let him back in that easily.'You don't need to be so guarded,' Lena’s voice echoed in my mind, sounding annoyed. 'Just be free with h

TRISTIAN I stood before the mirror, my fingers trembling slightly as I tried to unbutton my shirt. I had to get a grip. I couldn't go where I was going looking like a man unraveled. I needed to be calm as cold and immovable as stone.I turned away from the glass and stepped into the bathroom, the spray of the shower hitting my skin like a thousand needles, grounding me. When I stepped out, the steam followed me back into the bedroom, where my wardrobe stood open. I didn't just need clothes; I needed armor. I reached past the casual wear and pulled out a pair of charcoal trousers that cost more than most people made in a month, pairing them with a crisp, white shirt. This was about more than fashion. This was about presence. I needed to look like the Alpha I was born to be, the kind of man whose silhouette alone commanded silence before a single word left his lips.I pulled on a heavy wool coat, the weight of it settling on my shoulders like the mantle of leadership. I walked