All Chapters of Replaced By His Mistress, Claimed By Another Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

  Sabrina’s Pov What would you give to know what has been hidden? For me? A peace of mind; that was the cost of knowing. I wiped my sweaty palms on the hem of my shirt, my eyes fixed on the door before me. There was a time that this place had nothing but fun memories. There was a time that I had always been so eager to come here, to see what it was that my other had in store for me. But today, no matter how hard I tried to find that peace, that fond memory that I once had, there was nothing that could be done.“You can do this,” I whispered the pep talk a thousand times. But nothing could take away the nerves that I was feeling. Nothing could calm me down.I knocked, and the sounded softer than my thrumming heart. I could hear her footsteps echoing softly through the house as she moved towards the door. The locks clicked, the door slowly pulled open when her gaze met mine, her smile t

Sabrina’s PovI could already feel reality slowly slipping in. It will almost be a week of being here, a week of keeping Nevan from his duties and most importantly, the end of this little fun house I had created with my son. Milo’s hand swung with mine as he led me into the garden, “I will show you the flower I planted, aunt Fiona hates gardening, but a few of the maids indulge when they have the time,” he uttered.My chest tightened, I could feel the tears threatening at the corners of my eyes, he didn’t know that our time was being measured, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be a few days without him. But I knew if there was one thing that I had to do, then, it had to be making sure that I made enough memories to last him. I could already picture what the next few weeks would be like, the custody battle that we were about to fight. Tucker wasn’t going to play fair, he wouldn’t, this was his heir, the next in line alpha and anything that I tried to do would be me fighting t

  Sabrina’s Pov I felt weightless. The thought alone forced my eyes to snap open, we weren’t in the car anymore, and from the familiar feeling that boiled in my chest, I could tell we were already back in Nevan’s pack. “I can walk,” I grumbled, trying to hide the blush that formed on my face from the attention that we were getting. We were gone for more than a week and this was what they saw when we returned, me in Nevan’s arms as he stared me towards the house.“I know, but I enjoy carrying you,” he muttered. I rolled my eyes, leaning further into his chest, trying to hide my face from the few people who stared. Arguing wasn’t going to take me anywhere and I wasn’t going to lie, I was still stuck in the blues, thinking about what was going to happen with my son. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked, trying to d

  Sabrina’s Pov “What do you think about me making another meal today?” I asked, my hand straightening his tie. Last night’s dinner was a disaster, but Nevan had been graceful while eating through the burnt chicken and hard rice. No matter how hard I begged that he shouldn’t, he claimed it had been nice. It wasn’t. I knew that.“You want to cook again?” he asked, there was no fear in his tone, no discomfort on his face, just a genuine smile that said he was happy.I nodded shyly, “Do you want me to cook again? Do you want to taste another…?” I paused. “You know I had everything perfect, but the chef, she had been the one to reset the timer, ruined everything that I had planned,” I grumbled. Poor Agnes, she was taking the blame for more than she knew. But it was better that way, I couldn’t live with

  Sabrina’s Pov Nevan wanted a date, but there was one thing I needed, my trusted partner, Isabelle, the one person who would actually approve any dress that I decided to pick out.“Have you seen Isabelle?” I asked the maid who walked by with a jar of honey. A small smile formed on her lips, “No, I think you should check the kitchen,” she replied. Right, I should have done that first before walking around like a freaking lost soul looking for someone. “Thank you, so sorry if I…”“I am happy to help.” That was new. I could actually attribute that to what had happened yesterday. I don’t know why but I guess this was better than the cold shoulders I usually received. “Agnes, do you have an idea where Isabelle is?” I asked the chef as I walked into the kitchen. Her h