All Chapters of After the Divorce, My Psycho Alpha Ex-Husband went feral: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Scarlett POVThe taxi screeched to a stop outside the police station, and I shoved the door open before it even fully quit rocking. The place smelled like burned coffee, stale sweat, and that sharp, metallic tang of fear and paperwork that clings to every cop shop.I dropped into a hard plastic chair and started spilling it to the officer, emphasizing the knife and the way those bastards had come at me.Words were tumbling out when a massive shadow suddenly swallowed the light beside me. Warmth radiated off him, and something wilder underneath made my skin prickle.The cop noticed too.We both looked up at the same time.Gary Hirsch?His face was etched with raw worry, brows pulled tight, jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle jump. My breath caught.What the hell is he doing here?“Sir, you are…?” the officer asked.“Her friend. I’m here for her.” He jerk

Scarlett POVI stayed behind him, watching Liliana thrash in his grip like a fish that had just been yanked out of the water.My wolf stirred under my skin, low and restless, ears pricked.The entire scene left a weird taste in my mouth I couldn’t name yet.She completely lost it.Kicking, twisting, and screaming so loud the walls probably felt it.“I will never let Scarlett Ravencroft walk away from this! And you, Gary Hirsch, you lowlife piece of shit who messes around with whores, you’re going to get yours too!”Whores?There it was again.My brain short-circuited.First, “cheap-ass slut,” now this.Was she talking about me?Since when was I anybody’s used-up anything?And since when was Gary the person who “messed around with whores”?The questions piled up so fast that my head felt crowded.I didn’t

Scarlett POVSeeing Delaney walk through the door should’ve felt good. Instead, it sat heavy in my chest, like I’d been holding my breath all day and finally let it out wrong.She didn’t even say hello. Just reached out, caught my chin between her fingers, and turned my face toward the light.I blinked. “What are you doing?”She studied every angle of the swelling, eyes sharp, like she was checking for permanent damage.Only when she was sure the bruising wouldn’t leave a scar did she let out an exhale.“That pretty face of yours has had a hell of a year,” she said.“First Flora Smith almost clawed it off, now this. Someone really tried to rearrange it.”I didn’t answer. She wasn’t wrong.I felt like the universe had decided I was its personal punching bag.I really needed a reset.Delaney dropped into the chair across

Scarlett POVOne night was all it took.I cracked my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn’t.The girl staring back at me from the bathroom mirror looked like she’d gone twelve rounds with a heavyweight and lost.The left side of my face was swollen tight and shiny, the skin stretched so hard it felt like it might split if I smiled."Should've listened," she muttered, voice low and gravelly in the back of my skull.Yeah. Delaney had told me last night: hot compress, elevate, and don’t be an idiot. I’d rolled over, muttered something about “sleep will fix it,” and passed out.I squeezed toothpaste onto the brush and glared at my reflection the whole time I brushed.Foam dripped down my chin. The swollen version of me did the same thing, looking ridiculous. I spat, rinsed, and avoided the mirror after that. No need to keep torturing myself.Delaney was already by the f

Jaxen POVGiving Scarlett anything from the house felt like a cheap trick. Like handing her back pieces of a life I’d already taken from her.No. If I were doing this, it had to mean something.I walked into King’s Mall with that stubborn thought locked in place.The place hit me all at once: insobriety lights, too many people, the overlapping stink of perfume counters, food court grease, and the faint chemical bite of new plastic.My wolf stirred under my skin, restless. He didn’t like crowds. Too many scents. Too much noise.But the second my mind snagged on the memory of Scarlett’s scent, warm skin, and something soft and clean underneath, like rain on dry earth, he settled a little.I wandered the floors longer than I needed to, letting my hands trail over soft fabrics and cool metal, testing weight and texture the way I always did when something mattered.I knew what she liked.