All Chapters of After the Divorce, My Psycho Alpha Ex-Husband went feral: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Scarlett POVSaturday night, I finally crashed hard, but the sleep didn’t last.The broken mate bond woke me up again and again, sharp phantom pains slicing through my chest like someone was ripping out stitches that weren’t ready to come out. Each time I jolted awake, heart hammering, throat tight, a low whine stuck in my chest that I had to swallow down. Lydia paced restlessly under my skin, tail tucked, claws scraping at the edges of my control. The ache settled deep in my bones, a constant reminder that something vital had been severed.When I finally slipped under again, the same dream pulled me in.Mom stood under the ancient moon god tree, silver leaves glowing softly in the moonlight. She cradled Lydia in her arms, small and trembling, fur matted with wounds that wouldn’t heal. Mom&rs

Regina POVThat call with Scarlett still burned in my ears.I’d floated the idea of her getting back out there, maybe even remarrying someday, and she shut it down flat: No thanks, Regina, I’ve got this.But I wasn’t about to let my girl fade into the background after everything she’d been through.Not at twenty-fourNot when she deserved the love that actually stuck.The next afternoon, I was perched at our usual table in the rooftop garden.Sunlight warmed the wrought-iron chairs, and the air carried that mix of fresh-cut flowers, perfume, and the faint, underlying musk of the elite.My old crew was there. Laughter floated around us until one of them leaned in, voice dripping with that fake sympathy that always set my teeth on edge.“Regina, honey… You were never married, with no kids of your own. And poor Scarlett, after that whole mess with your nephew and Liliana

Scarlett POVI'm running on fumes and sheer spite by the time I drag myself home.My stomach's been screaming for the last hour, so I ordered takeout from that seafood place I love. The one with the oysters that make you forget your name.By the time I get to my apartment, the delivery's already waiting at my door like a gift from the gods.I spread everything out on my tiny kitchen table: a platter of ice-cold oysters, a little bottle of crisp white wine, the works. I pour myself a glass, kick my shoes off, and flip on the TV for background noise.Some cheesy comedy I'm not really watching. I'm way too focused on the oyster in my hands; this one's being stubborn, shell clamped shut like it knows what's coming.I'm wrestling with the shucking knife, trying to find the right angle, picturing that briny, buttery flesh hitting my tongue, so I don't hear the door.Which means I'm mid-wrestle with an oyster and a knife whe

Scarlett POVMy phone buzzed on the desk, and Christina’s name lit up the screen. I stared at it for a beat, my wolf stirring uneasily under my skin, hackles half-raised even though she wasn’t here. The invitation was casual: come over, grab some food, and chat like old times. She said I’d always be her kid, even if I weren’t Jaxen’s wife anymore. Sweet words. But they landed like a half-hearted pat on the head.I didn’t even think about it.“Christina, I’m sorry. Things are especially busy right now. I’ll swing by when I can.”The last time I’d gone crawling to her for help, back when Jaxen had me backed into a corner, fighting for air, she’d looked at me with genuine pity in her eyes at first. Then her son called, and boom. Mama bear switched sides in a heartbeat. I get it. Blood calls louder than anything. But it still stung.I wasn’t about to play dum

Scarlett POVI’d barely kicked the door shut behind me when my phone buzzed on the counter. One unread text from an unknown number.Have you run into Jaxen yet?I froze, thumb hovering.Only one pain-in-the-ass would ask something that specific.Gary Hirsch. The person had called once before, then slid into my iMessage with a friend request I’d meant to block and forgotten.Classic idle rich prick behavior.I didn’t bother replying. Just tapped into the chat to block him.Before I could finish, another text popped up.Are you still at that hotel that did the dinner thing?None of his damn business. What, was he stalking my calendar now?Halfway through blocking, the third one hit.Scott told me you had to bail early.A sharp, bitter laugh escaped me.This person was out here writing his own one-man soap opera.Then another: Add me on WhatsApp. I