All Chapters of Divorced, Now Mated To His Billionaire Uncle : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Samantha I lowered my eyes, my fingers still tangled gently in Zephyr’s damp hair.For a while, neither of us spoke.The bathroom was filled with soft sounds. The quiet ripple of water. The faint hiss of steam curling through the air.But my thoughts were loud.Far too loud.Because suddenly, pieces that had never made sense before were starting to fit together in ways that made my stomach twist painfully.I remembered the way Veronica used to act whenever her husband called.The subtle tension that always appeared in her shoulders.The careful way she chose her words.The way she constantly second-guessed herself afterward.Back then, I had been too consumed by my own suffering to notice it clearly.Or maybe...I just didn’t want to see it.Because admitting Veronica might have been suffering too would have complicated everything I hated about her.“I used to think she hated me because she enjoyed hurting people,” I admitted quietly.Zephyr stayed silent, listening.“But now...” I s

Samantha After Zephyr finished speaking, Elder Derrick stayed silent for several long seconds. The quiet inside the office felt heavier now. Not hostile. Not tense. Just serious. The kind of silence that settled over a room when someone realized the situation in front of them was far uglier than expected. I watched Derrick slowly lean back in his chair again, his sharp eyes fixed on the files spread across the desk. Then finally, he exhaled softly through his nose. “You’re right,” he said calmly. “This is no longer something a single pack can handle privately.” Some of the tension eased from my shoulders immediately. At least he believed us. That alone already meant more than I expected. Derrick picked up one of the reports Arthur prepared and skimmed through it carefully. “The underground prison.” His expression darkened slightly. “The forced creation of rogue werewolves.” Another page turned. “Human political interference.” He lowered the file slowly. “If even h

Samantha “You did the right thing by coming here,” Elder Derrick said at last, his deep voice calm but firm. “We can’t allow something like this to spread any further. The Nocturnal Order exists to maintain balance, not only among werewolves, but between our world and the human one as well. If Raymond is truly involved in all of this, then we’ll have to move carefully... but we’ll move.”I sat quietly beside Zephyr, listening closely.From the corner of my eye, I noticed some of the tension finally ease from his shoulders after hearing the Elder speak.For the first time in days, he looked like he could actually breathe again.Maybe because he no longer had to carry everything alone.Derrick folded his hands together on top of the desk.“I’ll call the other elders and inform them about this situation,” he continued. “What you’re asking for is serious, Zephyr. You’re not simply requesting help with a criminal investigation. You’re asking the Order to step directly into the political a

Samantha “Sweetheart, if you keep doing this...” Zephyr cupped my face gently, his voice dropping into a playful whisper. “I might eat you for lunch instead.” A shy smile tugged at my lips. “I don’t mind.” Instead of pulling away, my fingers slowly wandered down his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one until the fabric fell open completely. Warm skin. Strong muscles. And beneath my palms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. I rested both hands against his bare chest and looked up at him through flushed cheeks. “But if you’d rather not,” I whispered teasingly, “I can always go get you a proper lunch.” The second I tried slipping away, Zephyr caught me around the waist. Firm. Careful. His hands slid beneath my dress, and the warmth of his touch sent shivers racing up my thighs. “I think I’d rather have this kind of lunch,” he murmured with a wicked smile. Heat rushed straight to my face. But before things could go further, I gently stopped him. “But, Zeph

Samantha Darren and Monica slowly moved closer to Veronica, but still gave her enough space so she wouldn’t feel trapped. Nobody dared move too quickly anymore. One wrong movement and she would start screaming again, throwing anything within reach like a terrified animal trying desperately to escape. My chest tightened painfully as I looked toward Eleanor. The older woman had gone pale, but it was the grief in her eyes that hurt the most. She looked like someone fighting with everything she had not to completely fall apart in front of everyone. How could a mother not break after seeing her daughter like this? Veronica had always been difficult. Proud. Sharp-tongued. Stubborn to the point of exhaustion sometimes. But now all of that was gone. The woman standing in front of us wasn’t cold or cruel anymore. She looked frightened. Confused. Mentally shattered after everything her husband and son had done to her. Slowly, Eleanor stepped forward and carefully opened her arm