All Chapters of We’re Divorcing, Alpha (On Live TV): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I take ten more minutes of his life to make myself look presentable for camera and then we head to the shared kitchen together. Theo is already there when we arrive, gathering ingredients for breakfast. “Good morning,” I say to him. The guy nods at me, his face remaining blank, “Hey… Kael wants to make breakfast for everyone this morning. He feels terrible for not being able to help last night.” Theo lifts his eyebrows in shock and looks directly at Kael, who is also wide-eyed for exactly one second before schooling his face back into a pleasant smile. “Yes. I was telling Elara this morning how much I want to be part of this community,” he quickly lies, “Let me—let us help this morning. We can handle it.” “Have you ever cooked breakfast, Alpha Kael? Or anything at all?” A female voice asks from the side. Sweet, gorgeous Olivia, leaning on the counter and chewing on an apple while staring at Kael with mischief in her eyes, “You look like you’ve never stepped food in a kitchen.”

Kael’s POVI already knew about the forced couple therapy sessions but when Steph, our personal producer, comes to find us after lunch and tells us today we’ll have our first one, I feel like I want to just quit this whole show thing and go back home. It’s only our second day and I’m already done with this thing. I’m bored and annoyed at everything and everyone. Not to mention, my Beta is out there dealing with everything I should be dealing with and I can’t stop thinking about how much I wish I could be in my office right now, handling my own shit instead of here, being part of this circus. I’m already over it. But that doesn’t save me from the stupid therapy session. When it’s our turn, our producer takes us to the office and I allow Elara to walk inside first. This is a regular office, with a love-seat situated in front of a single armchair, where an older woman who looks about four-feet-tall is waiting for us. “Hello,” Elara says to her with a smile. There are cameras ever

I don’t respond just to do it. I stop and actually think about the first year. The packhouse, impersonally beautiful, every surface chosen by someone with excellent taste and no warmth. The staff, who were kind to me simply because they are paid to be.The events, the appearances, the dealing with Kael’s scary dad, the anxiety of being Luna of a huge pack while trying to figure out what that even meant. To be honest, during that time, I felt like a brand new piece of furniture that had been moved into a house and no one liked it. Nobody knew what to do with it. I think about Kael sitting next to me, ignoring me, discussing pack business with his real family—his dad, his Beta Rowan, and his best friend/adviser Seraphina. It was always like that. Kael was beside me, present but distant at the same time. And as emotionally available as a napkin. Then I think about our bond. It was not weak at the beginning. It was needy and persistent, and it kept pulling me toward a man who ackn

Kael's POVDay two.This is only day two and I'm already regretting my decision to come here.And… is it even worth it? I won't know until tomorrow morning. But for now, all I can do is look up at my ceiling and think.Have I ever had this much time to just think? No. I've never had this much free time before. And I truly hate it, my mind is not busy enough to work at full capacity, so it’s coming up with useless thoughts. If this is how the next two months are going to go… I will kill myself. Seriously, this is hell. I stare at a water stain on the ceiling above the bed, contemplating how much I hate that tiny doctor and her pushy self. I don't know how long I've been here, looking at the ceiling and contemplating how shit this whole experience is, but I get startled when there's a knock on my door."Kael, come out. It’s late and we have to go help with dinner," Elara says from the other side.I roll my eyes, but I can't afford to look like even more of an asshole, so I force mys

Once we finish eating, I have to endure about one more hour of chit-chat until Theo gets up and announces he's tired, so Olivia goes with him. Thank fucking god.Elara gets up shortly after, and that's all I need to excuse myself without looking like an asshole."Ready?" she asks."Yes," I say.We walk back in the dark without a single word between us.The cabin door swings shut behind us and the latch clicks into place. Elara kicks her shoes off without looking at me, crosses the room, and disappears into the bathroom.I stand in the middle of the cabin, thinking.I could just get into bed. Let the evening end the way it's been going. Or I could do something useful and have an actual private conversation with my wife. My teammate, supposedly, but we are badly out of sync and that needs to be addressed before something like what happened tonight happens again.I choose the useful option.Through the wall, the old pipes shudder as the shower comes on.I give it thirty seconds. Then—and