Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me : Kabanata 271 - Kabanata 280

DANIEL The high-pitched wail intensified, filling the room with a raw, demanding urgency that made my skin prickle. I spun around, my eyes landing on the tiny, swaddled bundle that had, moments ago, been the image of peaceful perfection. Now, her little face was scrunched into a mask of indignation, her limbs flailing against the confines of her blanket."What does she want?" I asked, my voice betraying my complete lack of experience. I felt like I was facing a threat I couldn't neutralize, and that helpless feeling was worse than any battlefield tension.Miss Moonrack let out a soft, breathless laugh, though it was tinged with exhaustion. "I don't know for certain, but she definitely wants to eat. Help me, Daniel. Bring her here so I can feed her."I hesitated, standing like a statue. Then, I took a step toward the crib and stopped. My shoes felt heavy on the linoleum, and the baby’s cries seemed to bounce off the walls, vibrating in my teeth. I reached out a hand, hovered over

DANIEL The woman among them, a server I vaguely recognized from the restaurant shivered so violently the chair beneath her rattled. "Beta, please! I-I know nothing about it. I wasn't the one who served them. Please, you have to believe me!"I cut her off with a sharp wave of my hand, my patience hanging by a thread. "You were on duty last night, weren't you? Your name is on the shift schedule."She clamped her mouth shut, her eyes darting toward the men beside her."Answer me!" I roared, the force of my command causing the very air in the small room to vibrate with a low, menacing growl.She jumped, her resolve snapping like a dry twig. "Yes! Yes, I was on duty! But I didn't see anything. I swear on the Moon, I don't know anything about poisoning!""Quiet," I snapped, silencing her with a glare that froze the tears on her cheeks. "Do not speak again unless I ask you a question. You’re dismissed from this conversation."I shifted my focus to the two men. They were pale, their chests

TRISTAN"What?" The word felt stuck in my throat, jagged and sharp. I finally found my voice, but it sounded like someone else’s. I took a shaky step toward her. The room felt like it was spinning, but I fixed my eyes on Livia. "Livia, is it true?"She didn't answer. She couldn't.For a heartbeat, she just stared at me, her face a mask of panic. Then, she lunged. She threw her arms around me, burying her face into my chest. Her tears soaked through my shirt, cold and sticky against my skin. "No, no, Tristan, it wasn't like that," she sobbed, her voice muffled against my chest. "It’s not what you think, it’s..."The guards didn't let her finish. They were on her in a heartbeat, their hands like iron shackles as they hauled her away from me. She screamed and fought, her heels digging into the floor, but they didn't even flinch. I just stood there, watching, my jaw tight enough to snap. I gave a sharp, single nod to the head guard. She would pay for this. Every second of my pain woul

TRISTAN"Say yes," I heard her mother’s voice, and then Nyra’s, cutting through the haze of the room, assisting me.Yelena blinked, her gaze shifting as if she were shaking off a long, heavy dream. She looked at me, her eyes clearing, and a slow, tired smile spread across her face. She nodded, her fingers trembling as she reached toward me. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Yes, I'll marry you, Tristan Crosswood."The room erupted. Claps and cheers echoed off the walls, and even Claire joined in, clapping her small hands with delight. I felt a massive weight lift off my chest, a relief so sharp it almost hurt. I reached for her hand, my movements careful and steady, and slid the ring onto her finger. It looked perfect there. I leaned over the bed, gathering her into my arms, and pressed a long, soft kiss to her forehead.I had planned a grand, classic proposal at that restaurant we went to, but Livia had ruined that with her madness. Still, looking at Yelena now, I realized it didn’t m

YELENAPregnant? My best friend might be pregnant.The word hung in the air, sweet and heavy. Vivianne leaned back on the couch, her expression softening into a rare, knowing smile. "That's what I meant. Your head is finally catching up, but we won't know for sure until you actually take the test.""Oh, moon! I really hope it's true," Nyra said, her hands pressed against her stomach as if she were already cradling a secret. I smiled, feeling a surge of genuine joy for her. "It would be such good news. We could use some more happiness around here."Nyra finished off the last of the pancakes, her movements hurried, and stood up. "There's nowhere I can get a test kit around here, I’ll just have to do it when I get home."Vivianne and I both nodded, our excitement lingering.Then, a sharp, ringing sound cut through the room. It was Vivianne’s phone. She pulled it from her bag, glanced at the screen, and her face darkened. She didn't hesitate; she reached out and swiped it away, cutting t