All Chapters of My Alpha Ex-Husband Regrets: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Trista’s POV I wasn’t really sure what to think. I found it a bit odd that Felicity was coming to me now with all this information about my mother and her pregnancy. I’d never really had a good relationship with Felicity, but according to her, she’d had an excellent one with my mother. It had been hard for me, growing up without a mother. The few times I’d asked my father about my mother, he’d been reluctant to talk about her. He was just too painful for him, I realized. So when I’d met Dr. Darren and his wife in Milan, I’d listened with rapt attention to everything they had to say about my parents. Which is why I remembered their version of events perfectly. Dr. Darren had told me that my father had visited him in Europe. He’d also told me that he was surprised to learn that my mother had been sick at the end of her pregnancy. According to him, my mother had been perfectly healthy during her pregnancy, which was why he didn’t understand

Trista’s POV My heart dropped. How long had they been standing there? Hadn’t Felicity seen them? Why didn’t she say anything to me? Unless she wanted them to overhear what we’d been talking about. I wasn’t sure either way, just as I wasn’t sure how much they’d heard of our conversation about Liam being their father. Belle was holding a bowl made of clay. I could tell by the lop-sided lip of the bowl that she’d made it herself. Billy’s shirt was also covered in dried up clay. “Were you making pottery with Aunty Hazel?” I asked, trying to divert the conversation. Belle had been doing really well the past couple of days, but her recovery was slow. Her wound wasn’t completely healed, and it still bled from time to time, especially when she was doing something too vigorous. Dr. Ashcroft had warned Liam and I that it was a fine line with Belle. She needed to be up and about to exercise her muscles so the

Trista’s POV “I just heard you made something wonderful in pottery…” Liam’s voice trailed off. Belle and Billy were staring at him. “Is something wrong?” he asked. “The kids…um…they know,” I spat out. “Know what?” Liam took a cautious step further into the room. “That you’re our real daddy,” Billy said. The words hit Liam like a truck. He stopped mid-stride. His eyes grew wide. “They know?” he said. His voice was laden with shock. “Yes,” I replied. “They overheard a conversation with your mother.” “Oh,” Liam said. The air went silent. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I could only imagine what Liam was thinking. He’d been so patient. He’d given me the time I needed to tell them myself. That wasn’t what had happened though. “And…they think…” He didn’t finish that sentence. “They’re a bit confused. Naturally.” I stood up. “W

Trista’s POV Hazel plopped herself down in a chair. She listened as I filled her in. When I was finished, she shook her head. “So the kids know? About Liam?” she asked. “Yes,” I nodded. “And you believe Johnson’s out in the forest being hunted by Pele’s warriors?” “Correct.” “And that bitch Felicity, sorry Liam, but your mother is a bitch.” “No offense taken,” Liam held up his hand. “That bitch Felicity overheard you talking about Johnson and now she’s threatening to tell the pack unless you agree to stay and become Luna?” “Yup,” I replied. “Trista,” Hazel said firmly. “That’s crazy. You can’t stay here if you don’t want to.” “It’s not that bad,” Liam interjected. He was clearly offended. “Of course not. That’s not what I meant. It’s just that…well…I know what it’s like to be forced to be Luna.” Hazel had a point. She’d been married to Carlos a

Johnson’s POV My head throbbed. It felt like there were hammers pounding on my skull. My memory was hazy. Where was I? Opening my eyes, I saw that I was in a cage. The metal bars obscured my view. I sat up.A red hot pain pulsed through my veins. The last thing I remembered, I was eating black berries. I’d heard footsteps. Then everything had gone dark. “Finally awake?” My head turned to see a man. He was sitting in a chair outside the cage. The cage was outside, surrounded by grass. Squinting, I shielded my eyes from the early morning sun. The man was wearing traditional warrior clothes. Glancing at the insignia on his cloak, I saw the unmistakable crescent of the Blue Moon Crescent Pack. My mouth was thick and dry. I tried to stand up by my knees buckled. “Easy there,” the man said. It came out as a sarcastic smirk. “I don’t imagine you’ll be standing up for quite a while.” His eyes