Alle Kapitel von MY EX ALPHA HUSBAND REGRET: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Camilla.The heavy wooden door suddenly swung open, breaking the quiet of the study without warning. Grandfather Eric stepped through the doorway, his wooden cane tapping softly against the polished floor with each measured movement. The familiar sound of the cane echoed faintly through the room, making my heart jump.He froze in the doorway.His sharp golden eyes immediately landed directly on us, his gaze taking in the scene before him. For one terrifying second, I couldn't breathe. The moment our eyes met his, panic flared through my veins like wildfire, spreading rapidly through every inch of my body.I reacted without thinking.With a sudden burst of strength, I shoved both my hands hard against Cassian's chest, desperate to create some distance between us. My palms pressed firmly against him as I pushed myself away, my movements rushed and almost frantic.This time, Cassian finally let his grip loosen.His arms released me enough for me to slip free, and he took a small step bac

CAMILLA.Cassian brought the car to a smooth stop right in front of the grand marble entrance of the Hall of the Pack Councils. He shifted into park, turned in his seat, and looked straight into my eyes."Wave off your fear, Camilla," he said, his deep baritone dripping with an unshakeable, grounding strength, as he reached across the console, his large, warm hand covering mine in my lap and giving it a firm squeeze. "I am right by your side. No matter what trap Ragnar thinks he set today, he has to go through me first."His touch sent a quiet surge of confidence through my veins. I took a deep breath, forcing the cold knot of dread down, and gave him a firm nod. "Okay."We stepped out of the SUV and walked up the massive stone steps together. Cassian didn't just walk beside me; he carried himself with an effortless, regal authority that demanded respect from every guard and council member we passed. I squared my shoulders, keeping my head held high, refusing to look like a victim as

Camilla.The suffocating pressure of Cassian’s threat hung over the hall like a heavy blade, pinning Pamela in place.She flinched beneath his lethal gaze, her hands trembling violently as her face drained of all color. The fake tears that had been flowing so freely a moment ago completely dried up. She looked frantically at Ragnar, then back at the sea of judging eyes on the raised benches, her feet fidgeting uncontrollably against the marble floor."I... I meant his son!" Pamela stammered out, her raspy voice rising in a pitch of sheer panic as she backed away. "It wasn't old Solon! It was Solon’s youngest son! He’s the one who was always coming in and out of your quarters, Camilla! That’s who I saw!"The desperate, clumsy lie shattered the last shred of her credibility. A wave of disgusted scoffs echoed through the elder benches.Cassian didn't hesitate.Before Pamela could stammer out another word, Cassian’s hand flew forward.CRACK!The strike was swift and brutal. The force of C

Ragnar.I was practically drinking in every single flicker of emotion passing over their faces, savoring the sheer masterpiece of their unraveling. It was utterly priceless."Ragnar, you cannot be serious," Camilla said, her voice dropping into a sharp, dangerous whisper that vibrated with raw disbelief. "You demanded this. You were the one who brought me here."A low chuckle escaped my chest, smooth and entirely unbothered. “I did, Camilla." I paused intentionally, letting the weight of my presence fill the silence before I leaned into the shift. “I was the reason you are standing here right now, but I can just as easily be the reason you don't have to carry through with any of it," I added, keeping my tone deceptively calm, a stark contrast to the storm brewing across from me.“You are a psycho, Ragnar!" Camilla spat, her voice laced with a thick, volatile rage that shook her entire frame. “This marriage—or whatever sickening farce it is we had—is over." She declared it firmly, tryi

Camilla.The heavy front door of the sanctuary estate clicked shut behind us, cutting off the sharp morning wind and sealing out the outside world.The silence inside the grand foyer was absolute, thick with the lingering aftermath of everything that had just unfolded at the High Council. The adrenaline that had kept my spine straight and my voice steady through Ragnar’s outbursts and Pamela’s theatrical lies began to drain from my veins, leaving a bone-deep, hollow exhaustion in its place.My legs felt suddenly heavy, like lead. I walked slowly into the private lounge, pulling the pins from my hair and letting the dark waves fall loosely over my shoulders. I sank into the plush leather armchair near the unlit fireplace, leaning my head back against the soft cushion and closing my eyes.My mind was spinning. Three days. Ragnar had given us three days before he brought full force to these gates. He was willing to tear down ancient sanctuary laws, drag the pack into chaos, and break eve