All Chapters of The Alpha's Curvy Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Scarlett didn't sleep. She spent the night replaying two words that weren't even words she'd heard out loud.You're going to want to remember that name.By seven in the morning she had decided the smartest thing she could do was forget it entirely. Strange men in bars said strange things. That didn't make them true, and it definitely didn't make them her problem. Her problem was the folder on her passenger seat and the lawyer's office six blocks away.She signed her half of the papers in the parking lot before she lost her nerve. Her hand shook on the last line, but she pressed the pen down hard enough to leave a groove in the paper."Done," she said to no one, and felt something crack open in her chest that was equal parts grief and relief.The lawyer's office was efficient and cold. A young paralegal took her folder, glanced at the signature, and told her Ethan had until the end of the month to file his response or the process would move forward without him."And if he doesn't respo

Scarlett hung up the phone and stood in the middle of her living room, repeating the name in her head until it stopped sounding like a stranger's and started sounding like a threat. Malachi Voss. She crossed to the window. Draven was still on the sidewalk exactly where she'd left him, hands in his pockets, watching the street like he expected it to attack. She should have felt ridiculous, opening her window three stories up to yell down at a man she'd met twenty four hours ago. Instead she felt reckless in a way that was almost satisfying. "Malachi Voss," she called down. "Does that name mean anything to you. He went still. Not the ordinary stillness of a man thinking. Something deeper, a full-body freeze that lasted half a second too long before he looked up at her window, and even from three stories away she could see something had changed in his face. "Come down," he said. "Or let me up. I'm not having this conversation shouted across a parking lot." She let him up. It was,

Scarlett stared at the envelope for a full ten seconds before she made herself pick it up. Her name was written across the front in handwriting she didn't recognize, careful and slanted, the kind of penmanship that belonged to someone who took their time. No stamp, no postmark. Which meant whoever left it hadn't mailed it at all. They had stood on this exact spot, close enough to touch her door, sometime in the last few hours, while she'd been inside pouring wine and laughing with Nora like her life hadn't already changed shape. She should have called Draven or the police, but her hands were already tearing the seal, some reckless part of her needed to know before she let herself be afraid. Inside was a single photograph. It was her, standing outside the courthouse that morning, the divorce folder tucked under her arm, sunlight catching the loose strands of her hair. A photograph taken from across the street, close enough to be clear, far enough that she'd never noticed anyone watc