บททั้งหมดของ 99 TIMES DIVORCED: My Alpha Husband Wants Me Back: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

JodieThe moment Calden turns his back and sprints into the thick smoke toward the front gates, the heavy weight in my arms completely changes. The gasping wheeze that was rattling through Enid’s chest stops. I don't even wait until his heavy footsteps fade out before I rough my shoulder, forcing her to stand on her own feet."Get off me," I say, taking a sharp step away from her on the dark stone path. I look at her beneath the dim light of the garden lanterns. "Stop pretending, Enid. You can stop the breathless act right now. I only agreed to carry you in front of Calden because your discussion was wasting his time when the pack needed him urgently. The pack house is being torn apart by rogues, and you’re still trying to win an award for the best tragic performance."Enid doesn't drop to the ground. She straightens her posture, pulling her arms down and brushing the wrinkles out of her crimson gown with steady fingers. The pale expression on her face vanishes, replaced by a cold, sh

Calden I slam the rogue against the heavy stone wall of the main pack house entrance, the sound of his skull fracturing echoing over the screams and the chaos of the courtyard. Blood splatters across my knuckles as he slumps onto the stone tiles, his green eyes rolling back into his head before his form shifts back into a ragged, naked human. Erix is roaring inside my head, his teeth bared as he demands more blood, more violence, anything to wash away the suffocating scent of rot that has taken over our home. "Alpha!" A frantic voice breaks through my focus. I turn around, my chest heaving as I wipe the back of my hand across my bloodied mouth. One of my warriors is running toward me from the edge of the southern path, his eyes wide with absolute panic. He is out of breath, his uniform torn at the shoulder, but he isn't looking at the dead rogue on the floor. He is looking behind him. Following several feet behind the warrior is Kaiser Vale. The Bristol Alpha looks completely

JodieThe damp concrete floor of the abandoned storage room vibrates every time the wind slams against the rusted metal sheets outside. I sit pressed against a stack of moldering wooden pallets, the cold seeping straight through the thin fabric of my dress. My stomach lets out a sharp, hollow growl, followed immediately by a wave of cold nausea that makes my fingers tremble against my lower abdomen.*Lila, talk to me,* I call out silently, squeezing my eyes shut as a sharp cramp twists deep inside. *Is the baby okay?*My wolf stirs weakly, her voice distant and exhausted. *The pup is holding on. But we need food, Jodie.*Tears prick the corners of my eyes, but I force them back. If I were alone, I could endure the cold, the hunger, and the threats without breaking. But the tiny life growing inside me changes everything. I can't endure more of this for my baby. Every sharp cramp feels like a clock ticking down, and this derelict logging outpost in the middle of nowhere is freezing. The

CaldenThe plastic container holding the ancient territorial ledger feels remarkably light for an object that carries the weight of our entire northern perimeter. I pack it securely into the center compartment of my tactical vest, pulling the heavy velcro straps tight across my chest until the fabric digs into my ribs.Dante stands by the door of my private study, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his eyes following every single one of my movements with a grim, disapproving intensity. The rain outside is still slamming against the glass window pane in a relentless rhythm, threatening to wash away whatever faint trails our scouts managed to locate before the midnight storm hit the valley."You are seriously going to hand it over to them," Dante says, his voice flat, completely devoid of his usual compliance. "You are giving a band of faceless rogues the exact blueprint to our defensive layout. If they leak those boundary details to the public, the Silver Moon territory becomes a

Jodie The cold silver blade slices into my index finger, and I let out a raw, desperate scream as a thin line of blood pools on the concrete floor. The pain is a sharp, blinding fire, a brutal reminder of exactly how helpless I am right now. The scarred rogue leans over me, a sickening, yellow-toothed grin spreading across his face as he applies more pressure to the metal. He isn't just trying to scare me anymore. He genuinely means to sever the bone, to take a piece of me back to whoever bought and paid for my misery.I squeeze my eyes shut so tight that spots dance behind my eyelids, bracing myself for the sickening crunch I know is coming. My mind frantically screams into the void, reaching for anything, anyone. *Calden, please.* But the thought only brings a bitter, mocking sting. Calden isn't coming. He made his choice perfectly clear back at the pack house when he turned his back on me to shield Enid. He left me to rot in the dirt, entirely indifferent to whether I lived or d