All Chapters of We’re Divorcing, Alpha (On Live TV): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Elara?” Kael’s distant voice wakes me back up.I guess I fell back asleep somewhere between feeling sorry for myself and finishing the second ginger candy, but when I wake up again, the nausea has dialed down from catastrophic to merely present, which is very nice. My headache feels manageable. The nausea is gone and my general emotional state is… well, we don't need to revisit that."You're still in bed," he mentions from the doorway, looking at me with a confused expression, like he's encountered a variable that wasn't in his morning plan, "And you look terrible.""Thank you," I snap, rolling my eyes to him and waiting for him to leave so I can get up, but he stays there, “Do you need something else?”“No…" he murmurs, without moving. I huff a breath and start getting out of bed then, trying not to feel too self-conscious about the way I look… which is terrible, apparently, “What’s wrong with you this morning?”I shoot him a side-eye, but say nothing."You don’t usually look this

Kael’s POVI don’t remember the last time I was this weak against my wolf, but it probably has never felt this good. Acting by instinct is something I am not used to and it’s making me feel drunk. Drunk in lust, drunk in need. I don’t care about anything except for her. My mate. Elara’s body feels warm and soft under me, her sweet mouth responds to my kisses with the same intensity and she’s pulling on me as if she needs me closer. As close as possible, probably even—The fucking timer goes off and is the worst noise I have ever heard in my life. It makes me jump and break the kiss, then Dr. Voss voice completely cuts through the haze I was under and it helps me regain control of myself. I blink and start pulling away from Elara, even if for one second she holds onto me as if she doesn’t want me to leave. It's the smallest thing. Her fingers in my shirt, pulling me back, but then she registers what she's doing and releases me all at once, like a decision being made very quickly.

My heart is going crazy as I watch people on the screen yelling and fleeing in every direction, but I can't actually see anything happening—no rogues, no visible threat, just the loud chaos of a crowd that has decided something is very wrong and is acting accordingly. It's the fear that spreads fastest, always. The thing itself comes second.Kael is out of his seat before I've fully processed what's happening.He walks straight to the screen as if being physically closer to it will grant him more information, which is not how screens work, but apparently it's an alpha instinct because Adrian does the exact same thing two seconds later. Now they're both standing there, side by side, arms crossed, watching the feed with intense energy. They are clearly very used to being in charge of situations and not being in charge of this one is visibly bothering both of them in identical ways.Beside the screen, the main producer is still murmuring into his earpiece. I watch him carefully, becau

The need to be with Kael is still present the next morning, along with the general discomfort of being pregnant with a baby who needs something I don’t have. I give the need ten minutes of aggressive ignoring while I brush my teeth and it does not go away, and then I give it ten more minutes while I get dressed, but it does nothing. So… that’s when I make the executive decision to simply do what my body and soul both want.Of course Kael is not in the cabin, so I ask our assistant producer to show me where his temporary office is.Once I’m right outside his door, I start second-guessing this executive decision. Because what if he just tells me to leave? What if I’ve walked all this way at almost eight in the morning to be dismissed in under sixty seconds, which would be on-brand for him and devastating for my dignity?But then I think about the kisses. I think about the fact that I was not alone in any of them. He was there, present, involved and wanting it as much as I did. He was

As soon as I see the lake, I know what’s going to happen. When I was young, I was too much of a prude to strip down at the lake back home. And Adrian was always too much of a good guy to make me feel bad about it. So we developed the system of jumping in whatever we were wearing, which was deeply impractical and deeply fun at the same time. And something we did almost every day for a long, long time. Which is why I'm not surprised when Adrian doesn't slow down at all. I have just enough time to take a full breath before we hit the cold-as-fuck water.I go under, feel my feet find the bottom, and push up hard, breaking the surface gasping."Fuck! Oh, god," I let out, which is all I have for a moment, and then I notice two figures running toward us from the bank and have one panicked second before I realize they're production staff with long microphones, sprinting to catch whatever we say. I ignore them completely and turn back to Adrian, who surfaces a second later."Holy shit," he