Alle Kapitel von MY EX ALPHA HUSBAND REGRET: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 26

Ragnar.The grand doors of the royal estate slammed shut with a thunderous crack that shook the stained-glass windows of the entry hall.I tore my heavy velvet cloak off my shoulders and hurled it across the room. It struck a stone pillar and crumpled onto the polished floor. My chest heaved, my breath coming in jagged, burning gasps as the white-hot rage that had been boiling inside me since the Council chamber finally erupted."Ragnar... please, slow down!" Pamela whimpered behind me, her voice trembling as she scurried into the foyer. She was still clutching her swollen cheek, her eyes wide with frantic, needy tears. "My face hurts so much... Cassian hit me, Ragnar! He struck your future Luna in front of everyone! You have to punish him! You have to—""Shut up, Pamela!" I roared, turning on her with a glare so lethal she instantly recoiled, her words dying in her throat.My Alpha aura flared violently, heavy and suffocating, flooding the hall with a pressure so intense that two gua

Camilla.The heavy wooden doors clicked shut, and the soft, rhythmic echo of Cassian’s heavy boots gradually faded down the long stone corridor.The moment I was truly alone, the cold air rushed back into my lungs. I collapsed deeper into the plush leather armchair, letting out a long, shuddering sigh of pure, unfiltered relief. My entire body unspooled, the unbearable tension that had locked my shoulders high since the Council session evaporating into the quiet warmth of the lounge.He hadn't pushed. Cassian had seen the sheer panic in my eyes, felt the trembling in my hands, and instead of backing me into a corner like Ragnar always did, he had gracefully offered me an exit. He had swallowed his own dark suspicions, given me room to breathe, and walked away without demanding a single piece of my soul in return.I set the steaming porcelain teacup on the small side table, my fingers still faintly shaking.Slowly, deliberately, I brought both palms down to rest flat against my lower a

Ragnar.The heavy, carved oak door of my master bedroom was locked, keeping the rest of the world and its mounting chaotic demands outside.I sat back in the deep leather armchair near the window, the soft light of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the room. I held a heavy crystal tumbler in my right hand, swirling the amber whiskey slowly. The ice cubes clinked softly against the glass, a rhythmic, rhythmic sound that did very little to quiet the roaring storm inside my chest. I took a deep, heavy gulp, feeling the sharp burn slide down my throat, but the alcohol failed to numb the tension thrumming through my veins.The bathroom door opened with a soft click, releasing a cloud of warm, lavender-scented steam into the bedroom.Pamela stepped out, her damp hair falling loosely over her shoulders, a plush white towel wrapped snugly around her chest, securing just above her bust. She paused in the doorway, biting her lower lip nervously as she looked over at me, her cheeks sl