All Chapters of Replaced By His Mistress, Claimed By Another Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

 Sabrina’s PovMy confidence was cracking. Every call that I had made all had one outcome. No one wanted to talk about Tucker. No one wanted to be on the losing side. I was the losing side. I groaned, tossing the papers to the side, for two days I had been looking at papers, trying to find anything that would help me, change the case, a push I never knew I would need. And every time, I am reminded just how crazy my world was. There was nothing that I had that I could use to hold Tucker in place. I needed Nevan, but I couldn’t get between him and his pack, I had taken his time. Now it was time for him to return this life. My finger trembled as they hovered over Maryann’s number. I wanted to call her again, i asked why she wouldn’t help me. But given the number of times she had refused to pick my calls; I knew trying would take me anywhere. A knock sounded on

Sabrina’s PovMy fingers fidgeted around the silverware on the table. My mind was uneasy as I felt the burning glare at the back of my head. Someone was watching me, and I just couldn’t tell what. “Should be a few people from the pack,” I muttered under my breath.The feeling had only intensified after Nevan had introduced me to the pack as his fiancée. I took in the room around me, uncertainty running through me. We had a meeting with the event planner, a change in location that Nevan had planned last minute.I thought about calling Isabelle. Maybe she would be of help here. Kind of take off the awkward edge that I felt sitting alone. Just as I reached for my phone, a hand grabbed my shoulder, gently squeezing my neck as they pulled me into a hug. My body instantly went slack under the touch.“Nevan.” I breathed after he had pulled away. I couldn’t help the smile as I leaned in for a kiss. “I didn’t know you would make it.”His eyes scanned my face, just before he leaned in and kisse

 Sabrina’s Pov“Where are you?” I let out a low chuckle as I stared at the message Isabelle had sent to me in the space of three minutes. We were meeting up for lunch, she had suggested. Her words. “We have stayed too cooped up in here, we need the sun.” But I knew what she was actually trying to say was that I was becoming crusty from the way I had allowed myself to wallow in pain. “I will be there in a minute.” I typed back with a smile on my face.“That was what you said ten minutes ago.” I threw my head back as I laughed. “You can’t blame me. I have to make sure that this beauty is attained.”Just as I turned to grab my bag the sound of my phone ringing cut me off. “Isabelle, I promise you…”“Good day, Miss Sabrina.” The tone cut me off. I pulled the phone from my ear, eyes on the screen as I sta

Nevan’s pov I could tell when someone was trying hard to appear fine. But seeing Sabrina, watching the way she was struggling with the meal before her, even when it was the best steak she had ever eaten, broke my heart. It just broke my heart to watch her being stuck. My hand reached out to grab her. “Hey, maybe after this I can finally take you on a proper date.” A blush formed on her cheeks, her eyes narrowed in a playful glare. “A date? Haven't we done that a thousand times over?” Even with the teasing, I could still feel the excitement in her tone. I shrugged. “Well, I think we have to do a few more just before we officially tie the knot.” She shook her head. A smile tugged at my lips as I watched her laugh under my stare. Mission accomplished. I kissed the back of her hand, happy that she was finally smiling and not looking lost in her head. I knew how these few days had been trying, coupled with the fact that we were about to have an official call with Tucker and Fiona, fi

 Sabrina’s pov The custody hearing was going to be in a few days. And Nevan, in a bid to keep my mind from running wild with imagination and anticipation, had called Brielle; our wedding planner and Isabelle, they were charged with keeping my mind away from it. It was thoughtful. The past days have been filled with me fussing over each file, rereading everything page to page, line to line, trying to find something new. Nothing new could be found. But that didn’t change my determination. “I was thinking we could make the ball room to be a garden theme. Giving a nod to you and Nevan’s love for the garden.” Brielle said, smiling as she showed Isabelle and me plans that she had mapped out. They all stared at me with expectancy in their eyes waiting to hear what I would have to say. “That… I think I would love that,” I whispered.