All Chapters of Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

TRISTANLivia didn’t just make things worse.She lit a damn fire. I stood in my office staring at the wall. My phone felt heavy in my hand, as if it weighed more than steel. There were no replies, no ringing. It was just silence.Yelena’s silence was louder than any scream. Her number didn’t even go through. It went straight to death air maybe blocked again I dragged my fingers through my hair and exhaled hard. My wolf paced, restless, his claws scraping against my ribs. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like being shut out while I didn’t like another male anywhere near her space. I didn't like Livia’s scent clinging to me like a lie that refused to die.I reached for my jacket.“Alpha, where are you going?”Daniel’s voice stopped me at the door. My beta stood there, with his arms crossed, worry written all over his face. He’d been watching me spiraling this morning, pretending not to notice the broken desk in my office or the cracked glass by the window.“To the hospital,” I said, flat

TRISTANThe door handle turned. My heart slammed against my ribs. I froze, my hand was still wrapped around my cock, my trousers were open, my breathing ragged.“Alpha Tristan!”The scream sliced through the dusty air. A nurse stood in the doorway, files tumbling from her arms, papers scattering like dead leaves. Her eyes went straight to my hard length, then snapped back up to my face.“Shhh.” I pressed a finger to my lips. “Don’t you dare scream again. Close the damn door and get over here.”She hesitated, her cheeks flushing red, but she shut the door quietly and stepped forward. Her gaze kept dropping to my cock, then away, then back again.I groaned low, tucked myself back into my trousers, and zipped up. My wolf snarled inside me, frustrated, aching.I pulled out my phone. “Name your price. I’ll pay it. No one hears about this.”She didn’t answer.“Are you deaf?”“I don’t want money,” she said, her voice soft but steady.My head jerked up. “Then what the hell do you want?”She s

YELENAMy mind had been restless for a whole week. No peace. No quiet. Just Tristan.He was everywhere in my head even when he wasn’t here. His voice, his eyes, the way he looked at me like I still belonged to him. Like he could reach out and take me back.He wouldn’t stop saying it either.You’re mine, Yelena.Mine.As if he hadn’t been the one who pushed me away. As if he hadn’t divorced me, used me, broken me, and walked off like I was nothing more than a bad choice he regretted too late.How did he suddenly realize?Why now?If regret had teeth, it should’ve bitten him years ago. He should’ve looked for me back then. He should’ve fought. He should’ve cared. But he didn’t. He did nothing. And now... now that I had finally found peace, now that someone actually loved me, he thought this was the right time to chase me?He was wrong.Because I was taken.Taken and loved by Tyler.And I wasn’t leaving him. Not for Tristan. Not for memories. Not for the past. Tristan didn’t get a secon

NYRAThe next day hit me like a wave I wasn’t ready for. I rolled over and slammed into something warm and solid, and for a heartbeat, panic shot through me then, shockingly, relief. Safe. I wanted to curl into it, bury myself under it until I remembered who I was supposed to be.I jerked upright, remembering Tyler’s words. Wait for him to come back. My head spun, the room was fuzzy, and my body was aching in spots I didn’t even recognize. My eyes darted around. Where was I? Who was this? I checked the bedspread tangled around me. I was in a singlet and shorts. Nothing else.My stomach flipped.“Ahhh!!” My scream tore through the quiet room, sharp and panicked.What happened to me?Was I… was I raped?I scrambled backward, my hands clutching at myself, my pulse hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. My scream grew louder when I saw him. Jackson!His blurry eyes, thick voice, staring at me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t solve.“You’re awake,” he said, his voice low and… calm

YELENAWhat?He planted a camera in my office?He really did that? He couldn’t even tell me. And why?I stared at the tiny device on the table beside his suitcase, feeling equal parts shocked and annoyed. My mind spun.Tristan was sitting there like it was nothing, like sneaky little games were part of his daily alpha routine. My hands clenched. I should have been angry. I was. But… part of me couldn’t stop staring.He walked back to his chair and sat down, placing the camera carefully on the table. His eyes caught mine, calm, calculating, and that damn half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips."But this wasn’t the real reason I’m here," he said smoothly, making me jerk my gaze away from him. "I found something… more interesting."I rolled my eyes. Typical Tristan. Always proving his alpha worth, always needing to dominate the moment."What could that be? And whatever it is, it can wait. I want to see who’s behind this first. I need to get this over with," I said, trying to sound