All Chapters of 30 Days To Our Divorce, Alpha!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Seraphina’s POV Liam’s smile was radiant, locked firmly in place the moment I asked what he wanted to share and why he’d asked me to come. “Guess! Guess!” he teased, eyes bright with mischief. My curiosity was already clawing at me. This was no time for games. I pleaded with him to just tell me the truth, threatening that if he kept me in suspense any longer I would faint right there and he would have to bake me fifty loaves of dessert before I recovered. “Alright then,” he finally relented, gesturing toward a shaded spot. “We should sit first.” Once we were settled beneath the cool canopy, he leaned in. “Do you remember when we submitted our documents for the Scholarship training?” My eyes flicked away for a second as the memory surfaced. Of course I remembered. How could I forget? “Well,” he said, voice soft with barely contained excitement, “I have some good news for you.” I shot him a warning look. He had better not be playing with me. Liam reached into hi

Alexander’s POVSeraphina’s eyes struggled to stay on my face. Her fingers tapped restlessly against her side. “It’s nothing, Alexander.” She scrambled the documents into her bag. “You’ve never given me a reason to stay in this pack in the first place. So there is no need to ask if I’m leaving.”She hastily shoved the papers deeper, as though determined to keep them from me.Our eyes met again. I knitted my brows.“What about those?” My gaze flicked to her bag, then back to her face in one swift motion. “What documents are you trying to hide in there? I want to take a look.”I reached for one of the papers. Seraphina shifted back at once.“I’m sorry, Alexander. But this is personal.” Her voice stayed low, yet carried a clear warning. “I don’t meddle in your private life. I hope you can reciprocate that.”I stared at my empty hands, then slipped them into my pockets. I disliked being refused—especially when I had already decided I wanted answers. Still, I didn’t need to force Seraphin

Seraphina’s POV Flora was still speaking when her phone chimed. The caller ID showed Chris—her mate and the Alpha of Crestwood Pack. She declined the call and tossed the phone into her drawer. “It’s not important.” I turned her grip on my wrist around, holding her hand gently. “I know, Flora. Cheaters aren’t important.” Our appointment ended, and the next session was about to begin. Flora smiled and promised she would find time to visit me at the pack. I picked up my bag and stood. “I’ll be expecting you, Miss Shaun.” She walked me to the door as her next client entered. Outside, I checked my wristwatch. It was almost six. I still had to make it to dinner with Alexander. I had only walked a few blocks from Flora’s office when someone called my name. “Seraphina!” I stopped and looked back. Alexander stood behind me with Barbara’s hand tucked under his arm. Her other hand rubbed her stomach. The sight nearly turned my stomach. Before I could answer, Barbara took my ha

Seraphina’s POV Instead of heading back to the wing, I took another cab to Royal’s Kitchen. Alexander’s aura mixed with his scent had been too thick to bear. I needed space to clear my head and get that heavy presence out of my system. So I came over to get some fresh drink. “Place your order, ma’am?” It was finally my turn after standing in the queue for what felt like several long minutes. I gave the young bartender a friendly smile and asked for a simple banana juice. “Alright, ma’am. Here you go—your receipt and your table number.” She wrote a few notes on the paper, printed the receipts, and handed everything to me at once. The restaurant was packed with people. Almost every table and seat was occupied, and the place was buzzing with conversations. Royal's Kitchen was the biggest eatery in the entire Royal Estate, so it always attracted a large number of customers. However, today's crowd was unusually large. For a moment I almost thought some major event was happening—unti

Alexander’s POV For years, Barbara’s distress had been enough to make me abandon whatever I was doing. Tonight, however, I had chosen to stay with Seraphina. I expected her to appreciate the gesture. Perhaps I even expected her to look at me the way she used to. In the past, a few words from me had been enough to ease her worries, and she would return to my side as though nothing had happened. I believed it would be the same this time. After all, I had defended her from May and Zoya when they tried to bully her. I had even stayed for dinner instead of rushing to Barbara’s side. Yet the way she barely looked at me throughout the meal bothered me more than I cared to admit. I frowned, unable to understand why one dinner was not enough to put things right between us. I had stayed, hadn’t I? What more did she expect from me? I pushed the plate slightly away and turned to the waiter, asking him to calculate the bill. “Fifteen hundred dollars, Alpha.” I handed him my debit