All Chapters of Replaced By His Mistress, Claimed By Another Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sabrina’s Pov“Done with what exactly?” he asked, dragging out the words slowly. staring at me with a confused look on his face.I didn’t look away, I needed him to see it in my eyes, “with you, I am done with you. I want out,” my voice trembled at the last words.For a second, there was silence, then he let out a scoff, disbelief dancing in his eyes, “You can’t walk away, you are the Luna, what do you think the people…”“The people aren’t there to see you cheat!” I roared, my voice cutting him off. “They haven’t been through it; they have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined in their own home.”“So, you are giving up on your role?” he huffed.“Call it what you want, but I am done with all of it,” I bit back, holding his gaze. “I am divorcing you, by morning, you will be hearing from my lawyers.”That landed differently, I saw it in the subtle shift in his expression which was the first crack in his control.“And what about Milo?” he asked immediately, his tone hardening as he w

Sabrina’s Pov“What…” my voice faltered before I could steady it. “What are you doing here?”He didn’t move from his spot, his arms folded over his chest as he watched me, “I saved you,” he said simply.Of course. Of course, the moon goddess would do this, fate had a twisted sense of humor and I was just the butt of the joke.The silence stretched between us, heavy, loaded, filled with years of things unsaid, emotions unresolved.He stepped closer, too close, his scent filling my lungs, reminding me of how life had been when we were young, happy….“You haven’t changed a bit,” he muttered.My chest squeezed, I hated the familiarity in his tone, the way it was easy for him to make me feel comforted in his presence.I let out a soft breath, “That isn’t true, I am different now,” I argued weakly.“It is,” he smiled. “You still run when things fall apart.”That hit harder than it should.“I… I wasn’t thinking clearly,” I whispered.“You should, you have always had the habit of thrusting he

Sabrina’s Pov“Marry me, Sabrina.”Simple words that hung in the air like a loaded gun. He couldn’t be serious, and yet when I stared at his face, I saw nothing but seriousness in those eyes. A look that felt too familiar. A man that I once….I shook my head, I wasn’t going to do this, not now, not ever.I let out a short laugh, “You are joking, aren’t you?”He didn’t laugh, didn’t act like he was. He had that intense look, that hungry look that would make me feel like the room had suddenly gotten really small.“Marry me,” he repeated the words, this time, with more strength in his tone, as if he was trying to tell me something.“I…” I couldn’t find the words, not with the way heat flooded down my cheeks under his attention. “Nevan, I… we…” god! Why were the words so hard to come by?“I understand that you want to help me, and I guess I am flattered by the attention, but you know that isn’t possible? You know that is something we can’t… I can’t decide on, after everything that has hap

Sabrina’s Pov“Are you excited to be getting discharged finally?” the nurse hadn’t stopped smiling as she stared at me.I was. Two weeks here. Two weeks of constant probing, bandage changing. Drugs. I was done.“So ready, please,” I said with a smile on my face.I tried to ignore it, the clench in my chest. Nevan wasn’t here. He had stepped out to clarify something with the doctors. He wasn’t far away, and yet it felt like there was a mile between us.I stared at my reflection, nevan’s words had been the confidence that I needed to get through this. I was slowly healing; the scars were slowly dying down. But then, as a wolf, I wasn’t healing as I should. The process was way too slow.When the door opened, I couldn’t help the grin that formed on my face, he was back. He walked in; his smile already bright as he stared at me. I had on his shirt, the only thing I could wear without irritating my skin. But I liked it more than just that.It was comfortable, and they smelt like him.“I will

Sabrina’s PovIt wasn’t the sound of beeping machines that woke me up. It was the slow yet soft chirping of birds perched by the window that woke me up. The smell of disinfectants didn’t attack my nose like the air I had gotten used to over the past days.This was different. Serene.And this time, I could smell Nevan more, the smell of at hand smoky oakwood, a comforting scent that has become a big part of my day.We had spent the night together, this wasn’t a new thing, but last night felt intimate. We weren’t in the hospital, we were in his home, in his pack.A smile formed on my lips as I reached out, trying to grab his hand. But the side of the bed that he lay on was cold. My eyes snapped open, staring at the space before me. It wasn’t warm, cold.That meant he had been gone for more than he should.My chest tightened at the thought, the silent realization that he had left and didn’t bother to tell me he was leaving. “Don’t do that,” I muttered, slowly pulling myself up, wincing a