All Chapters of After the Divorce, My Psycho Alpha Ex-Husband went feral: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Liliana POVMy phone buzzed against my palm like a live wire. Jaxen’s name lit up the screen.My stomach dropped straight through the floor.Why the hell is he calling now?Karen caught the screen, and her eyes went wide.“Alpha Hale? Did Scarlett already send him that video?”“Shut up.” The words hissed between my teeth. Rage boiled up so fast my wolf scratched at my insides, claws raking, fur bristling along my spine. Scarlett. That bitch had been chipping away at everything I’d built for years. Video, and it could all crumble.The phone kept ringing, each tone like a slap. Karen leaned in.“Are you going to answer?”Of course I was. I couldn’t let him think I was hiding.I sucked in a slow breath, forced my face into that soft, helpless expression he liked, and swiped to answer. “Jaxen?” My voice came out honey-sweet.It d

Scarlett POV2:17 a.m.I was out cold, lost in some bullshit dream where I was still arguing with a client, when someone started shaking the hell out of my shoulder, like they were trying to rattle me right out of my skin.“Scarlett, wake up. Shit’s hitting the fan.”Delaney yanked me out of it.I groaned, eyes glued shut, irritation bubbling up hot in my chest.“What the hell… Did the building collapse or something?”“Worse. Way worse.”That got one eye cracked open.Delaney hovered by the bed, hair a wild mess, face ghost-white.I’d known her forever, but I’d never seen her like this, not even that time Regina busted us for pulling an all-nighter binge-watching.“Jaxen’s here. Standing right outside our door.”“… Who?”I figured I was still dreaming.But she said it again, slow and clear: “Jaxen. Your ex-husband. He just rang the damn doorbell.”Sleep vanished like someone flipped a switch.I bolted upright, heart slamming against my ribs in a frantic, pissed-off rhythm. Inside me,

Jaxen POV It was normal to feel weird about it at first, right?Give it more time, let the days stack up, and eventually I’d get used to her not being mine.The burning in my chest would fade.The wolf would settle.I shoved my hands in my pockets, claws retracting as I forced a slow breath.The night wind carried distant city smells: exhaust, damp pavement, and a faint trace of pine from the green space nearby—but nothing of her.That absence gnawed at me more than it should’ve. Liliana  POVThe company was circling the drain, and I could feel it in my bones, like my ribs were cracking under the weight.Jaxen, that selfish prick, yanked every lifeline unexpectedly.The second

Scarlett POVHavenwoods again.This route was burned into my muscle memory; I could walk it blindfolded.Out the main gate, two quick turns, past that gnarled old oak with the twisted trunk leaning as if it were eavesdropping.Headphones in, some indie rock pulsing low, my brain already mapping out the day’s workload for the Allens.Then, right on cue, there he was.Gary Hirsch.Or, more accurately, his dog, Tank, spotted me first.The big white Samoyed exploded down the sidewalk like a furry missile, ears flapping, paws scrambling in a blur. Gary got yanked forward a step, cursing under his breath, his face twisted as if he’d bitten into something sour.“Whoa, easy, buddy...” Gary muttered, but Tank was already on me.I

Regina POVI sank deeper into the couch cushions and lifted the mug of loose-leaf tea to my lips.The steam carried that rich, earthy scent straight into my nose, which made my shoulders drop and my wolf settle with a lazy huff inside my chest.Comfort. For once.My thumb kept scrolling through the fall/winter catalogs on my phone.Cashmere coats that looked soft enough to bury your face in, silk blouses that would slide cool against skin, and tailored pieces that screamed, “I've got my shit together.”A couple caught my eye hard. I bookmarked them, already picturing how they’d look on me… and maybe on Scarlett too. God knew she needed something that didn’t scream, “Just crawled out of a Goodwill bin.”Thinking about her made me sigh heavily.Ever since the divorce from Jaxen, it was like someone had sucked the spark right out of her. She used to move as if she owned every room. And now? Faded tees from who-knows-where, jeans that had seen better decades, shoes scuffed gray. Her face