Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me : Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

MARIEThe man’s eyes lit up. "That is beautiful! That means I haven't missed the big event yet." He began gesturing toward the wider showroom, his excitement palpable as other staff members began to notice us, bowing their heads and offering quiet, respectful greetings as we passed.The sudden influx of attention felt heavy. I looked at the polished floor, then leaned in close, my lips brushing against the shell of Daniel’s ear."Moon," I whispered, the words barely audible over the soft background music, "I wish we were somewhere where no one knows us. Just for a while."He pulled me closer to his side, his arm wrapping securely around my waist. He chuckled, the sound low and steady in the quiet boutique. "And you know," he added with a playful glint in his eyes, "the very first person who would drag you back by your ear if you tried to disappear is your mother."I let out a startled laugh, shaking my head. "That woman! She truly has eyes everywhere, doesn't she?""Here we are," the

MARIE"In fact, she just asked of y..." My brother’s voice trailed off, cut short by the frantic rhythm of small, thudding footsteps barreling down the staircase. It sounded like a stampede of tiny hooves. A moment later, larger, more measured footsteps followed, though they were careful to navigate the steps with the caution of someone carrying the weight of a second life."Claire! I told you, no running on the stairs!" a voice echoed, it was softer, breathless, and laced with that unmistakable, loving maternal exasperation.Claire didn’t listen. She was a blur of energy, her little hair curls bouncing wildly as she plummeted toward the bottom. I exchanged a glance with my brother, who just offered a lopsided shrug. He looked entirely content, his eyes softening as he watched the chaotic display. Even Daniel shifted, turning his head with a faint, indulgent smile as the mother-daughter pursuit spilled into the grand entryway.Claire reached the landing, her face flushed with pu

MARIEI took a steadying breath, my heart performing a nervous, rhythmic dance against my ribs. Slowly, I withdrew my left hand from my pocket and held it out, letting the sunlight stream through the windows and catch the facets of the stone."Well," I said, my voice barely whispering, "it came as a surprise to me, too."Yelena’s reaction was instantaneous. She let out a half-strangled gasp, her hands flying to her mouth. Realizing she had to keep her excitement contained for the sake of her pregnancy, she swallowed the rest of her scream, dropping the expensive shopping bags onto the rug with a soft thud.She stepped closer, her eyes locked onto my hand as if hypnotized. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced the band. "It’s… it’s breathtaking! How could you hide this from us? Oh, Marie, I am so incredibly happy for you!"While, Tristan stood frozen, his eyes widening as he registered the meaning of the shimmering ring. He seemed paralyzed by the shock, his

YELENA Being a werewolf meant that every emotion was magnified, every instinct sharpened to a razor's edge, but standing there with Nyra, those instincts were calm, settled into a rhythm of peace.We descended the stairs, the sound of our footsteps echoing through the grand foyer."You know," I said, stopping by the front door, "I’m glad you didn't leave last night."Nyra didn't turn around, but her shoulders dropped, a small, subtle relaxation of her muscles. "I wouldn't have been anywhere else. You need me, Yelena. Even if you won't admit it, you need someone to keep you grounded while you're busy dreaming."I smiled to myself, reaching out to open the door. The bright morning light flooded in, blinding for a second, but I didn't flinch. I walked forward into the light, my hand resting protectively over my stomach, ready to face whatever the day held, as long as I had my sister-in-spirit by my side. As we walked towards the gate, Tristan’s lead security guard stepped into our pa

YELENA But before she could pull out into traffic, a sharp, jarring laugh erupted from the backseat. It was so loud it made me jump.Nyra was cackling, her face illuminated by the harsh glow of her phone screen. She was staring at it with an expression of pure, unadulterated chaos."Nyra?" I asked, turning in my seat. "Are you alright?"She didn't answer. She tapped her screen aggressively, holding it up like she was recording a voice note for the entire world to hear. "Jackson! You’re being absolutely pathetic right now! Answer my damn calls, you coward!"I shook my head, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.I turned back to the front, looking at Vivianne, who was watching her friend through the rearview mirror with a look of mild, detached amusement."She’s absolutely, completely, and hopelessly in love," I muttered to her.Vivianne shifted the car into gear, her eyes back on the estate as she started driving. "Heaven help her," she murmured, though there was