All Chapters of Father's Bestfriends: All Yours, Alpha Daddies: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elara's POV My heart twisted at the very tempting offer. Everything in me wanted to say yes, to escape to wherever they lived and forget about Rowan and the mess waiting for me at that house. But I couldn't. Not yet."I can't" I said, hating how disappointed I sounded. "I still need to divorce Rowan first. I have to face him and end this properly."Draven looked like he wanted to argue, but Kael stood and crossed the room to me in three long strides. Without warning, he pulled me into his arms, one hand cradling the back of my head as his mouth descended on mine.The kiss was deep and possessive, stealing my breath and making my knees weak all over again. His tongue swept against mine with slowness, tasting and claiming until I forgot how to think. When he finally pulled back, I was dizzy."For strength," he murmured against my lips. "You're going to need it."Before I could recover, Draven was there, spinning me toward him and capturing my mouth with the same intensity. His kiss was

Kael's POV The moment we finally wrapped up for the day, my phone buzzed with an incoming text. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Josh. I mean I should have expected it. Draven leaned over my shoulder, reading the message before I could even process it myself, and he snickered. "What?" I asked, pulling the phone away from his prying eyes. "He's fishing," Draven said, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "Trying to figure out what's really going on between us and his precious daughter. I had a feeling this was going to happen." I frowned at the text. It was simple enough—Josh inviting us to Greystone's, the bar that used to be our regular hangout spot back when we were younger, before life got complicated. Before responsibilities and businesses consumed our time. I couldn't help but wonder if going to that particular bar meant something. We haven't been there or years. "How can you be so sure?" I asked, though deep down, I suspected Draven might be right. He sh

Elara's POV I laid in bed, my body shivering, my breath came out in pants, and my tears wet my pillow. I didn't expect him to do what he did. It was hurtful, painful and the fact that he didn't care about my feelings was something I couldn't really get over. I laid there, thinking about my life that flashed before my very eyes. He had violated me, and made me feel worthless by forcing himself on me. This wasn't the Rowan I knew, he had changed. He had become nothing more than a monster, a beast that couldn't be tamed. I tried to adjust the sheet to cover up my still naked body, but that didn't in any way ease the pain I felt inside. He was no longer my husband, just someone who was out of his mind. Well, the man I talked about was still in the room. He seemed to be in a dilemma, and couldn't stay still. He walked from one end of the room to the other, and I watched how he constantly tried to run his hands through his hair, while muttering some words. It seemed whatever he did to

Elara's POV I dashed out of the house as fast as I could, and the only thing I was able to take with me was my cell phone. I had a feeling I might need it so when I picked up the divorce papers, I carried it along with me, but my mind right now was a mess. It was in the middle of the night, and I didn't know who to call. My mind was blank, and fear blurred my vision, that was until I was able to figure out who to call. I stopped running the moment the name popped into my mind, and I took in deep breaths to calm my nerves before using my shaky hands to pull my phone out of my pocket. My hair was a bit messy, and the weather was a bit cold, but it wasn't something I could handle. I dialled Clara's number, exhaling through my lips as I tried to steady my breath, while hoping she took the call. It was a bit late, and I knew it wasn't the right time to call her, but she was the only person I could think of at this point. "Hello?" I heard her worried voice, and my eyes immediately

Elara's POV It didn't take long before we got home, and Clara and I did a lot of walking taking those luggages to the room. "Whew!" I exhaled, using the back of my palms to wipe the sweat that was on my forehead when we were finally done. I stood in Clara's guest room, staring at the bags piled against the wall. Everything I owned, everything that mattered, was now crammed into luggage and boxes. "You okay?" Clara's voice pulled me from my thoughts. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with concern. I forced a smile. "Yeah. Just... processing." She walked over and pulled me into a hug. "You don't have to process alone, you know. I'm here." "I know." My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat. "Thank you, Clara. For everything. I don't know what I would've done without you." "You would've figured it out," she said, pulling back to look at me. "You're stronger than you think. But I'm glad I could help." I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. Clara s