My Alpha’s Regret: Chasing My Pregnant Ex-Wife After Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Melinda’s POVBy the time I made it back to the strategy room of the pack my entire body felt numb.The corridors of the council building were louder now than they had been earlier.Warriors moved through the halls carrying reports and weapons.Messengers hurried past in dark uniforms, clutching sealed letters from different packs. Somewhere in the distance, someone was arguing about border patrol routes.Normally, all of it would have interested me, I would have stopped to listen.Today, I heard almost nothing.My mind was still thinking of what Ashley said in the hallway.The words replayed over and over in my head.When I am completely done with you, Melinda, you will have absolutely nothing left to love.I swallowed hard and pushed open the doors.The familiar scent of pinewood, parchment, and old leather filled my nose immediately.The room was enormous. One entire wall was covered with military maps pinned beneath iron nails.Another held shelves stacked with records from dozens

Carl’s POVFor the third time that morning, I checked my phone and there was still no message from Damon.I stared at the last text I had sent him; Watch Melinda and find out everything you can. I want every detail and yet he had not sent me a single useful answer.Damon was usually fast, precise, and completely reliable. His silence frustrated me.I tossed the phone onto my desk and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes."Where the hell are you?" I muttered.The last two weeks had been miserable.At first, I had convinced myself that Melinda's sudden return was simply shocking but normal.Anyone would be unsettled if someone they had buried in their mind suddenly walked back into their life but that wasn't the truth.The truth was much worse; I couldn't stop thinking about her.She was present at every meeting and briefing and somehow, she had mastered the art of pretending I didn't exist.I had tried my absolute best to try and talk to her, to get Melinda alone for even five minu

MelindaBy the time dessert arrived, I had almost forgotten to be nervous.Rowan had ordered something with dark chocolate and berries that neither of us finished because we were too busy laughing about the last of his ridiculous training stories. The fire pit crackled beside us, throwing warm orange light across the table, across his face, across the two half-empty wine glasses that had somehow gone untouched for the last twenty minutes."You're smiling," he said."I'm allowed to smile.""You are. I just don't see it often." He tilted his head, studying me the way he sometimes did in council meetings, except this time there was nothing calculating in it, just warmth. "It's a good look on you."I looked away, down at the valley below us, at the scattered lights of distant homes tucked into the hillside. Somewhere down there, my children were asleep. Somewhere further than that, my responsibilities were waiting patiently for morning but up here, for just a few more hours, none of it co

Melinda "Melinda." Carl said my name again, closer this time, close enough that I could feel the weight of his stare even before I forced myself to look up at him. "You know what that symbol means. I can see it on your face.” I folded the parchment before he could get a better look at it, my fingers moving faster than my brain could catch up. I didn’t want to believe that something as little as this would still find me at this time and age. My thoughts were in different places, all scattered and no matter how much I tried to make sense of what I was thinking, the fear I felt in that moment was more than enough to cripple me. "It's nothing," I said. "It's not nothing, you went white. Tell me what’s going on Melinda, you can’t keep things from me and expect " "Carl, please. Not now." My brother stepped in closer, lowering his voice so only the three of us could hear. "Melinda. If you know something, you need to say it. People are missing, we don't have time for you to protect old

MelindaI don't remember crossing the room. One second I was frozen in the doorway, and the next my hands were on the windowsill, the feather brushing against my knuckles as I reached for the note like it might disappear if I moved too slowly."Melinda, wait." Carl's hand closed around my wrist. "Don't touch it yet. If this is a trap…""I don't care." My voice didn't even sound like my own. "I don't care if it's a trap, Carl. That's my note and those are my children."He let go just as I unfolded the paper with fingers that wouldn't stop shaking, and the handwriting inside was neat, almost elegant, nothing like I would have imagined from whoever was capable of tearing wards off a nursery window and vanishing with two four-year-olds into the night.They are safe…for now. You have something we want, you've always had something we want, even before you knew what you were carrying.Bring the research, all of it. The healing work, the