All Chapters of Claimed by the Alpha After Divorce: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Amber’s POVMy heart nearly stopped beating."Husbands kiss their wives goodnight".And for one beautiful second, I honestly thought that Enzo was joking.At least that wasn't until I looked into his eyes.Oh no.He was dead serious.I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the contract that was still clutched against my chest. "You can't possibly be adding new rules every five seconds". I said.A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "Who said it's a new rule?""Then where was it written?" I asked, lifting my chin.His gaze dropped to my mouth again. "Some things shouldn't need writing".Moon goddess, help me.This man was impossible. And worse? He was dangerously attractive.The air between us felt thick as he stood there, towering over me in nothing but black slacks and a half-unbuttoned shirt that exposed the tattoo stretching across his chest.Heat radiated off his body and seeped into mine with how close he was standing.Why did he always look like temptation?I cleared my throa

Ryan’s POVSomething wasn't right.I leaned back against my office chair, my jaw tightening as I stared at Amber's old contact on my phone.Three weeks.It had been three fucking weeks.That was how long it had been since she walked out of my house after catching Jade and me together.It had been three weeks since she screamed about divorce and since she had blocked my number and disappeared like some dramatic heroine in a soap opera.At first, I gave her space because I assumed she would calm down eventually. Amber had always been emotional.She was soft, dependent, and she needed me. At least, that was what I used to believe. But now? Now the silence was beginning to irritate me.There were no calls, no begging, no crying, and no showing up at the house.Nothing.It bruised my ego more than I cared to admit. I drummed my fingers impatiently against the desk. "She's pretending". The mutter escaped my lips before I could stop it.Amber wanted attention. That had to be it. She was pro

Amber’s POVFor a moment, neither of us spoke.Jade stood near the velvet couch inside the luxury fitting suite, wearing a skin-tight white dress that screamed 'trying too hard'. A half-finished champagne glass rested in her hand while her eyes slowly dragged over me from head to toe.Mockery immediately filled her expression."Well", she drawled. "If it isn't Moonbloom's newest social climber".Fantastic.Exactly what I needed today.I tightened my grip around the dresses in my arms and forced my expression into calm indifference. "Move".Jade laughed softly. "Wow. Someone suddenly developed confidence".I walked further into the fitting room without responding. Because, unlike before, I no longer had energy for her nonsense. But apparently, silence only irritated Jade more."I almost didn't recognize you", she continued loudly. "The cheap little wife who used to cry over discount groceries is suddenly shopping in Moon & Velvet?.I ignored her and hung the dresses carefully near the

Enzo POVIf she keeps trying to speak to me like that, she’s going to force that side out of my arsenal.Why was she in a trance when the waitress tried to speak to her? I couldn’t answer that question, and the thought of watching her choose the same meal bothered me.“I think you should rethink your decision,” I warned her, knowing that my choice isn’t what a lady would try to be on because I know how messy it’s going to be, and I’ve gotten used to it because I’ve been eating this kind of meal for years, and this is her first time.“Why do you think that,t Darling? I have nothing to lose, because I’m sure you must have asked everyone to leave the building, or this second floor was specially booked for us, since we have no one sitting around us.”“I can’t have anyone listening to our conversation. Can’t you see why there’s only one waiter and one barman taking care of the orders? You’ll see the choice I made.”“I can handle whatever you can. Don’t tell me you think I’m weak when it co

Amber POVI hope Enzo doesn’t think he can play with my emotions whenever he likes. He asked me to leave and take care of the conference room, which I did, but I hated him for thinking he could do the deal by himself.I secured the deal after watching Mr. Eastwood sign the deal. It was to last for three months, and in those three months, this firm would make fifteen thousand grand—a total of one hundred and eighty thousand dollars in profit.“I could have handled that on my own.” I opened up a conversation the moment our client left.“And if I did leave you in here alone, what would you have done? I was in there thinking that you’d walk in with Mr. Eastwood, but instead you let him into your office and forgot to mention it to me.”“You’re meant to figure it out; a client is never late to his or her meeting, so you have to check all the doors when it’s past the time.” He tossed his pen into his drawer and closed it, trying to avoid eye contact.“So you’re hell-bent on creating a rift b