All Chapters of 99 TIMES DIVORCED: My Alpha Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CaldenMy broad hand stays clamped around Enid’s throat, her face turning a deep, blotchy red while her heels kick uselessly against the central stone wall. I don't loosen my grip on Enid by a single inch. I turn my eyes toward Mrs. Thornwell, glaring down at her with a cold, terrifying gaze that makes the surrounding pack members draw back in fear."Look at you," I snarl, my deep Alpha voice ringing off the high walls of the pack house. "You drop to your knees and cry for your precious daughter now. But where was all this sorrow when Jodie was in that hospital room? How could a mother stand by for years and watch the child she raised get treated like common livestock under this roof?"Mrs. Thornwell breaks down into tears, covering her face with her shaking hands as she rocks back and forth on the stone floor. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't even try to offer a single word of denial. The absolute silence from her mouth hits the hall like a heavy weight, exposing her guilt t

JodieThe morning sun spills through the wide glass windows of my private design studio inside MoonCrown, washing over the drawing boards, fabric swatches, and piles of printed pages scattered across my desk. I sit back in my oversized leather chair, rubbing the small of my back as I tilt my head to study the heavy stack of paper resting in front of me. It is the early script draft for the movie adaptation of my first bestseller, written under my pen name Willow Reed.Seeing my words turned into formal dialogue blocks with scene descriptions feels surreal. I was trapped in a dark room in Silver Moon, getting my blood drained week after week while being told I was nothing. Now, major studio executives across the country are bidding on my ideas, begging to turn my stories into feature films.I flip to scene twelve, making a small note in blue ink along the margin about character dialogue. But as my eyes trace the printed words, my hand slows down. A sudden image flashes across my mind,

JodieThe bright lights of the main auditorium heat up the air on stage, making my silk dress stick slightly to my back. Flashbulbs pop continuously from the crowd of reporters and fans sitting in the front rows, their excited chatter filling the massive hall. I adjust my seat on the velvet armchair, trying to keep a polite smile on my face while the movie director next to me rambles into his microphone about script adaptations and casting choices.This meet and greet event for my Willow Reed bestseller is supposed to be one of the biggest milestones of my writing career. Studio executives are sitting in the VIP section, the media is covering every minute, and people are actually cheering for my work. But all I can focus on is the uncomfortable pressure building low in my stomach.I rest my hand over my large bump, silently praying that my baby boy decides to stay put for just one more hour. Lila shifts restlessly deep inside my mind, sending a wave of uneasy energy through our bond.

CaldenThe doors of the MoonCrown delivery room slam open with a loud crash as I burst inside. The forty-minute flight on my private jet felt like forty years, but none of that matters now. The second Evelyn called screaming that I was about to lose them both, my mind completely snapped.My eyes sweep across the room, and my heart drops into a cold abyss.Jodie lies on the narrow hospital bed, looking so small, pale, and fragile under the harsh white lights. Tubes run into her arms, straps hold her down, and her body is drenched in sweat. The continuous, agonizing beep of the heart monitor fills the room, announcing to everyone present that her pulse is hanging by a paper-thin thread.Erix is roaring in my head, his spirit frantic with desperation as our bond reacts to our mate’s fading aura. Save her, Calden! Save our mate!"Calden!" Evelyn yells over the blaring alarms, her face covered in sweat as she works frantically. "Get over here right now! Fill this entire room with your scen

JodieMy eyes feel heavy, like someone piled sand right on top of my eyelids. The low, steady hum of the hospital room fills my ears as I drag myself out of the deep sleep that took over after the birth. My muscles ache, and my chest feels so light and hollow, but the sharp pain in my abdomen has settled into a dull throb.I blink a few times, clearing the blurriness until the white ceiling comes into focus. The bright sunlight streaming through the window tells me hours must have passed while I was out cold.The first thought that hits my brain is my baby.I turn my head slowly on the pillow, my heart instantly warming as I look over at the clear glass bassinet standing right next to my bed. I expect to see a tiny blue blanket wrapped around a little bundle, sleeping peacefully after all the drama we just went through.The bassinet is completely empty.My breath hitches in my throat. I stare at the flat white mattress, my eyes scanning the clear plastic sides as if my mind is just pl