All Chapters of Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

TRISTAN "No fighting, Tristan," she said, her voice turning serious. She knew exactly where I was going and who I was going to see. She knew the beast that lived inside me might roar for blood. "Please.""I'll try," I promised, though we both knew it was a thin vow.I walked out of the house into the cool morning air. Two of my guards were standing by the black SUV, their heads snapping down in a bow as I approached. I considered driving myself. I wanted solitude, but I changed my mind. I needed to arrive with the weight of my power. I tossed the keys to the driver. He caught them mid-air without blinking."Let’s go," I commanded.The ride was suffocatingly quiet. Usually, when Yelena was in the car, the space felt alive.She’d talk about the hospital, or the weather, or something she’d read, and the world felt manageable. Without her, the interior of the car felt like a tomb. My mind kept drifting to the prison, to the man sitting in a cage who held the key to my sister’s sur

TRISTAN An hour later, we arrived, and I got out to see Wilson's car driving in too.The hospital smelled of antiseptic and hope, a sharp contrast to the cells. I didn't wait for the elevator; I took the stairs two at a time and headed straight for Marie’s private ward.When I pushed the door open, the tension in my shoulders finally began to melt. Yelena was already there, standing by the bed. She looked up as I entered, her face etched with a mixture of anxiety and focus.I didn't say a word. I walked straight to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. For a brief second, I just breathed her in... the scent of rain and herbs that always followed her. It grounded me.Then, I stepped over to the bed and leaned down to hug my sister.Marie felt fragile, but her skin was warmer than it had been the day before. She reached up, running a hand through my hair, her fingers lingering against my neck. I pressed my cheek against hers."My sister is back," I muttered.I pulled back

YELENA I tilted my head back to look at him. "What? Why do you look like that? The treatment went perfectly. She’s going to be fine, Tristan."He didn't look relieved yet. His brow was furrowed, his jaw tight. He pulled me even closer, his arm a heavy, warm weight around my shoulders. "I know but you look so tired. You look stressed. I’m not letting you do anything like this again. The other doctors can handle the follow-ups."I leaned into him, closing my eyes for a brief second. "They already told me the same thing. They’re handling the rest but nothing is wrong with me, really. I just need a little rest."He leaned down and pressed a long, lingering kiss to my forehead. "Yes, and you’re going to get a lot of it. I don't like seeing you pushed to your limit like this. Thank you, Yelena. Thank you for everything you’ve done for my family. I... I can never lose you again."The intensity in his voice made my heart do a strange little flip.I felt a blush creep up my neck.I wasn't sur

YELENA My mum placed a hand on Luna’s arm. "You don't have to cry, Luna. You have strong children. Marie is a fighter, and she’ll be back with us soon. You’ll see."Tristan’s mother looked at my mum, her expression one of deep gratitude. "Thank you. Even after everything Tristan did... everything that happened between our families... You still stood by us. You’re a good friend."She pulled my mother into a sudden hug. My mum didn't hesitate, wrapping her arms around her. "You're a good person, too," my mother whispered. "You did the right thing when it mattered most. That’s what counts."I looked over at Nyra, who was watching them with a trembling lip. She looked like she was about to join in on the crying. She caught my eye and leaned over to hug me, failing miserably at hiding the tears."I’m just so happy it’s finally over," Nyra sniffled into my shoulder. I blinked back my own tears, feeling the weight of the last few years finally starting to lift.The men were watching us with

YELENATristan opened his mouth to protest, his jaw set in that hard line that usually meant he was about to shut the whole conversation down. But my mother was faster, her hand raised slightly. "Let my daughter do it, Alpha," she said, her voice soft but immovable."Please. I have my reasons."Tristan’s gaze flickered from my mum to me, then back again. He looked like he wanted to argue, to protect me from the humiliation, but he finally let out a sharp exhale through his nose. He didn't step back, though; he stayed right there like a living shield."Okay," he said simply.I felt a heavy weight settle in my stomach. My mother took my hand, squeezing it firmly, her eyes pleading with me to just follow through.I looked at her, then at the floor, and finally let out a long, ragged sigh."Fine," I said, the word sounding forced and hollow.I looked at Livia.She looked happier now than she had since she arrived. She was practically glowing with the satisfaction of having backed me int