All Chapters of Divorced and mated to the Lycan Twins: Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

NORA’S POVGolden chandeliers cast a harsh, bright light across the Obsidian Peak rotunda.This was the Continental Council, a brutal political arena disguised as a high-society gala. Only packs with serious leverage held seats at the central mahogany table. Deals made in this room dictated the survival of thousands.Sitting near the front, Kai and Halil looked like absolute royalty. Getting their spots was effortless. Every Alpha in the room desperately sought an alliance with the Blackcrest Kings this winter. Kai sat rigidly in his dark suit, his jaw clenched, his amber eyes scanning every corner of the room. He was hunting.He just didn't realize his prey was currently standing on the upper balcony, holding a crystal glass of sparkling water.Leaning against the brass railing, my gaze bypassed the twins and landed on a much smaller, far more pathetic target.Aiden.Standing near the bar, he wore a gray suit that didn't fit his shoulders right. He looked incredibly proud of himself,

NORA’S POVMy desk phone buzzed sharply, shattering the quiet of my office.Snatching the receiver, Liam’s voice barked through the line. He demanded I come to his study immediately. He sounded frantic, breathless, and angry. Before I could even ask what was wrong, the line clicked dead.I dropped the phone back into its cradle. A bad feeling twisted my stomach. Liam and I hadn't spoken properly in days. Ever since the bloody badge showed up on my desk, my adopted brother had become a paranoid, hostile stranger.Stepping out into the hallway, my heels sank into the thick carpet of the east wing. Guards nodded respectfully as I passed. Reaching his heavy oak door, I pushed it open without bothering to knock.Inside, Liam paced near the window. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat on his desk. It was barely noon."You look like hell," I noted, closing the door behind me."Sit down, Nora." He refused to look at me, keeping his eyes fixed on the snowy courtyard outside."I have a trade meet

NORATires crunched loudly over the fresh snow as the SUV pulled through the main gates of the estate.Staring down at the silver pistol resting in my lap, the metal felt heavy and freezing against my skin. My finger traced the trigger guard slowly. Thirty minutes ago, I fully intended to walk straight into the east wing and put a bullet directly into Liam’s chest. He absolutely earned it. Hiring mercenaries to slaughter my two-year-old sons crossed a line that demanded blood.However, the blinding rage slowly started to cool.Killing Liam would be incredibly easy. Dealing with the fallout would destroy everything. Alpha Silas took me in when I was nothing. He gave me a home, a name, and absolute protection. If I murdered his only biological son, it would completely break the old man’s heart. I couldn't repay his kindness by putting him in a grave of grief.There was a much better way to handle a traitor. Death was quick. Stripping a proud, power-hungry Lycan of his rank and wealth wa

NORATucking the heavy quilt around Kaelen’s shoulders, a soft sigh escaped my lips.He squirmed instantly, kicking the thick fabric away with a frustrated grunt."Too hot, Mama," my son grumbled. His golden eyes glared at the blanket like it had personally insulted him."It’s freezing outside, little wolf," I countered, pulling it firmly back up to his chest. "Keep it on. Just for tonight. The heaters in this wing are struggling."Sitting up perfectly straight in the opposite bed, Hayes watched the exchange with serious, dark eyes. "Kaelen doesn't like the quilt because it smells like the warehouse."Frowning, I leaned over and sniffed the fabric. It smelled like lavender detergent and fresh cotton, completely normal to my human nose. But Lycan senses were incredibly sharp, even at two years old. The trauma of the ambush was clearly lingering in their minds."It smells like home," I promised, brushing a dark curl away from Hayes's forehead. "Not the warehouse. There is no gunpowder h