Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

YELENA“Dr. Moonrack! Your patient is bleeding!” Nyra’s voice tore through the corridor, panicked and loud enough to shake the walls. She didn’t wait for me before rushing ahead.I grabbed my surgical kit and followed, my coat moving behind me like I was some kind of war general instead of a doctor who barely slept and still argued with her wolf at night.She kicked the ward door open. The man on the bed felt his own panic, though he tried to hide it like all stubborn wolves. His heartbeat rang through the room, fast and loud. I held his gaze.“Calm down,” I said, firm but not harsh. His skin was pale, sweat already trailing down his temples. Not from fear but guilt.Nyra handed me the instruments as I cut the bandage carefully. He tensed when I touched the wound. “Relax. You’re still alive. That’s something.”He tried to smile but failed.I opened the stitched area and exhaled. The stitches were intact. Of course they were. I worked on him myself last night.“So,” I said slowly, appl

YELENANyra left early for work, half-asleep and still ranting about me not carrying her upstairs last night. I didn’t bother replying. If I started, we’d argue over who was more tired and probably shift at each other in the process. I just let her slam the door dramatically like she was leaving for war.Clara had already sent me the exact address on Moonlight Road. The moment I stepped outside, the morning breeze brushed through the trees, and faint howls echoed far off, wolves were finishing their night patrols before dawn fully claimed the sky. The grass still smelled wet, the kind of morning quiet that pretends peace even though the city was never peaceful. Not for us. Never for wolves.“Good morning, Doctor,” Joe, our security man, greeted, nodding with that respectful way humans did around us. They didn’t know why, but their bodies always recognized the power beneath our skin.“Good morning, Joe,” I smiled slightly and headed to my car.I drove out, the road ahead was calm but

YELENA“Welcome, Alpha Tristan,” the director said quickly, his voice was a little too rushed. It was obvious he just wanted to cut the tension that had suddenly gripped the room like an iron fist.Tristan gave a curt nod and walked over to the chair that had been set aside for him. He didn’t even glance at us as he sat; his posture was straight, and his aura was cold enough to drop the temperature.Daniel followed and sat beside him, but unlike Tristan, he couldn’t stop staring at me. His brows pinched together like he was trying to remember a face he’d seen in a dream. A very unfortunate dream.Yep. That’s me. Your nightmare.I tore my gaze away before either one of them could catch it and ended up locking eyes with Jackson. His dark eyes gave me that look... half worry, half silent question. He felt the tension. Probably could smell it too. Especially because Tristan wasn’t just any Alpha. Jackson knew him. And he knew the reason why I pushed him away when we first met. Tristan was

YELENA“Can you imagine? How can he even say that to you?” Nyra groaned, throwing her arms in the air. “Was he that heartless that he thinks someone can wake up and just ruin a whole man’s life?”I exhaled, staring at the ceiling like it had answers. I had just finished telling her everything from how Tristan appeared, to every crazy word that came out of his mouth. She was pacing like a wolf trapped inside a cage.I finally sat up and hugged her. “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I should've told you about our first encounter. I should’ve told you before I agreed not to purchase that building.”She stiffened a little then hugged me tighter. “No. Lena. You should’ve told me right, but even if you had, I would still not buy that place. We can always buy another building somewhere. It's not a big deal.”I smiled lazily. “It’s a huge deal.”She pulled back and narrowed her eyes like she was studying me closely. “If that man thinks he can just step back into your life and dominate it again, th

YELENAWe started eating anyway.I swallowed the tightness in my throat, pretending the food was the only thing I cared about. Nyra sat beside me, her fork untouched. I knew she felt it too, the way the room felt heavy like the moon pressed its weight on us. Still, I forced myself to chew, act normal, even when Livia leaned into Tristan like she was trying to merge with him. She dragged her fingers against his arm, whispered something I couldn’t hear. Then she picked up a piece of meat and tried to feed him.He frowned but still opened his mouth. My hand tightened around my fork.Of course he did.I looked at my plate instead. It didn’t matter. That pain inside me... that burning I hated shouldn’t even exist. Why did I still feel anything watching them? How could I ever think he would leave her? That we would ever stop living like strangers with history?I pushed the feeling down and focused on the food. Just chew. Swallow. Breathe.“This is delicious as always,” Mr. Crossword commen