บททั้งหมดของ My Alpha’s Regret: Chasing My Pregnant Ex-Wife After Divorce: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Carl’s POV“You've got to be kidding me," I swore under my breath.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped beast.The doors at the far end of the council hall had just swung open, and the low rumble of the room died down to a sharp, collective intake of breath.The late arrivals were walking down the center aisle.My eyes locked onto the woman leading the small group, and it was Melinda.She walked with a smooth, effortless grace that couldn’t be replicated.She was wearing a dark grey cloak that flowed behind her like smoke, but it didn't hide the sharp, confident tilt of her chin or the unmistakable curve of her jawline.She looked radiant, beautiful and whole.She was walking hand in hand with two of the most powerful Alphas.To her left was Julian. I had done a bit of digging over the past three weeks and I knew the truth now.Julian wasn't a lover; he was her brother, separate

Carl’s POVMy wolf was clawing fighting for control.“She is ours. Kill the intruder.”I stared from my seat angrily unable to look away. Melinda didn't even react; she hadn't looked at me even once since she came in.Rowan was leaning in again; In front of the entire table, the elders and right in front of my face, he had pressed a lingering peck against her temple.I felt so embarrassed and humiliated. I knew what everyone was thinking and it wasn’t good.I was the Alpha who couldn't keep his first wife, and now I was unravelling in public while her new lover flaunted her right under my nose.I was supposed to concentrate and pitch and listen to ideas, but I couldn't hear anything.Alpha Marcus was speaking at the podium, his gravelly voice droning on but the words were just empty noise.I was completely hyper-focused on how flirty and smiley they were. Every tiny movement across the table was magnified ten times in my eyes.I watched Rowan’s large hand rest casually on her wrist. I

Carl’s POVThe whole gala was now about Rowan and Melinda. Their names were on everyone's lips.I tried to stay silent staring down at the dark wood of the table, but I was completely torn.Part of me wanted to stand up and tell everyone that Melinda was my wife, but the other part of me was drowning in a deep, hollow realization that I had lost her forever."Carl, don't you think you owe me an explanation for what just happened?" Ashley started.I didn't want to see the red, embarrassed look on her face or the anger in her eyes. I was already at my limit."Ashley, please leave me alone," I said, my voice flat and completely devoid of emotion.She cussed under her breath, and pulled her chair back slightly but she didn't stop staring at the side of my face.I ignored her and kept straining to hear what was being said by the older Alphas at our table and the groups standing near the pillars.The pack Melinda was a part of now was very powerful and incredibly secretive. They rarely inte

Melinda’s POVI sat at the grand table, my fingers pressing hard against the leather of my folder. I was fighting everything inside me to keep from looking across at Carl.His scent drifted straight toward me every time the ventilation in the hall shifted.The moment it hit my nose, my inner wolf whimpered.She scratched at the walls of my mind, whining, wanting him, remembering the five years we had spent bound to his side.No, I told her, shutting it down with a cold, brutal force. We are not doing this.I forced the feeling downBecause of the noise in my own head, I couldn't concentrate on anything Alpha Marcus was saying from the podium.The logistics, the border numbers, the refugee counts—it was all just a blur of words. To survive the dinner, I had to completely focus on Rowan’s face.I forced myself to smile, to tilt my head, and to play along with his heavy, deliberate flirting. Every time his large hand brushed my wrist or his thumb traced circles on my skin,I needed Carl

Melinda’s POVThe constant meetings were starting to wear me down.I was already irritated from constantly running into Carl. It felt like no matter which corridor I walked down or which briefing room I entered, his scent was always lingering in the air.He made it a point of duty to try to talk to me. Every single day, he would look for a way to try and catch my eye but I wasn’t feeling it at all.Five years ago, his voice would have made my heart race with anxiety; now, it just made my stomach turn with deep annoyance.I was incredibly grateful that Julian and Rowan made it a point not to let him come near me.They were like two giant stone walls, constantly shifting their positions to keep Carl at a distance."It’s not what you think, Melinda..." he had tried saying the last time he managed to get close enough to speak across a crowded hallway.For a split second, a tiny part of my old self had wanted to turn around. Part of me wanted to hear what kind of lies he could possibly inv