All Chapters of After the Divorce, My Psycho Alpha Ex-Husband went feral: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Scarlett POVThe second I realized Jaxen wasn’t bullshitting me, I bolted out of that room like my ass was on fire.I didn’t look back once.Every extra second in that house felt dangerous.The second I pushed through the front door, the guards moved to block me.“Ma’am, you can’t leave the premises.”I whipped around and locked eyes with the man standing behind me.Jaxen met my glare, something uncomfortable flickering across his face before he masked it.“Your assignment’s over,” he told the guards, voice flat.The path cleared instantly.I took off like a damn cheetah, heart pounding in my ears.I wanted nothing to do with anything connected to Jaxen. No driver, no favors. I flagged down a cab on the street and slid into the worn backseat, breathing in the faint smell of old leather and air freshener. As the mansion disappeared in the

Liliana POV I still hadn’t pulled a straight answer out of Jaxen about when—or if—he’d make me the next Mrs. Hale.Every second from the party two nights ago kept looping in my head: the way he barely looked at me, the quick sidesteps, the cold distance that crushed what little confidence I had left. How the hell had I let myself become the side piece? I was supposed to be the one on his arm, head held high, owning the room as Mrs. Hale, not some desperate girl begging for scraps.The worst part? Nobody knew the truth.The so-called Ashford heiress was just a charity case—an orphan they’d taken in.A few years back, overseas, my phone rang, and the voice on the other end delivered the gut punch: I wasn’t blood. The “love” they’d shown me was all for show, like keeping a pretty bird in a cage for decoration. Then Jaxen took over the family empire and started c

Jaxen POVAfter a whole day of fucking chaos, I finally sat in the quiet of the primary bedroom, the lost-and-found ring heavy in my palm.Moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long silver streaks across the hardwood. My wolf had been restless all day, but right now he was just… watching. Quiet. Like, even he didn’t know what the hell to do with this.I leaned back in the chair and let my mind drift back to that afternoon three years ago.Hundreds of rings sparkled under the lights on black display trays. I’d shot down each one the sales guy brought over. Too plain. Too damn ordinary for what I wanted on my hand every day.Scarlett had darted between the cases like an excited little rabbit, sneakers squeaking softly on the marble floor. Her scent—light ginkgo leaf with that bright edge—kept wrapping around me every time she rushed past. “What about this one?” She’d ask, holding up another band, eyes sparkling with hope. I’d just shake my head.She never got fr

Jaxen POVThe ritual room smelled of old blood, polished oak, and the faint ozone sting of magic being channeled. I stood there like a goddamn statue, jaw locked so tight my teeth ached.Elder Marcus’s voice cut through the heavy air, each word dropping like a hammer on silver.“By the ancient laws of the Pack, witnessed by this Council, the mate bond is severed. Alpha Jaxen Hale and Luna Scarlett Hale are no longer bound as mates or husband and wife under Pack Law. They have the freedom to seek new companions.”The words hit, then came the rip—sharp, deep in my chest, like someone had jammed a claw straight through the center of me and yanked.My wolf threw his head back and roared inside my skull. The sound vibrated through my bones, raw and furious, nothing like the controlled power I usually kept leashed.Mine! He snarled, claws raking the inside of my ribs. Our mate! Fix it!I didn’t flinch. Not outwardly. Alphas

Scarlett POVThe ritual room doors felt heavier than they should have as I pushed them open.My legs were still shaking, every step sending fresh sparks of pain through my ribs like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my chest and left the cracks wide open.The bond severance wasn’t some clean cut—it was a brutal tear, and my body was still screaming from it. Sweat cooled on the back of my neck, and my vision kept blurring at the edges.Inside me, Lydia was a mess. She curled tight into a ball of agony, her tail wrapped around herself as she thumped it weakly against the ground of my mind.Why? She whimpered, the sound raw and broken. He was our mate. This is our mate. Why did we break it? We’re supposed to stay together. It hurts… it hurts so much. Why, Scarlett?Her claws dug deep into the mental soil, scoring long, frantic gouges as she thrashed. The phantom pain of the shredded bond echoed between us—sharp, fiery, and endless. I could feel her confusion like my heartbeat, heavy an