All Chapters of My Alpha’s Regret: Chasing My Pregnant Ex-Wife After Divorce: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

CarlEvery instinct in me screamed to lunge, to close the distance and tear that blade away before it could so much as nick her skin, but the cold press of steel against Melinda's throat froze me solid, half in and half out of the car, my claws digging deep grooves into the doorframe."There," the silver-haired man said, his voice shaking despite the composure he was clearly fighting to hold onto. "Good. Stay exactly like that."I forced myself to shift back, slow and deliberate, my human voice rasping out low and steady even though my heart was slamming hard enough to crack a rib. "Let her go, you don't need her dead. You said it yourself, you need her alive for whatever ritual you're planning.""I need her alive, yes," he said, his eyes darting between me and whatever was happening outside the car, where I could hear Kian and Rowan finishing off the last of his guards somewhere behind me. "I didn't say I needed all of her intact. A shallow cut t

CarlAshley stood in the doorway, pale and trembling, her clothes still torn from the chapel, dark circles bruising the skin beneath her eyes. For a long moment nobody moved, all of us frozen in the grey morning light, staring at the last person any of us expected to be waiting on the other side of that door."Ashley." Her name came out of me rough, disbelieving. "How did you even get here before us?""I ran," she said, her voice hoarse, cracked from exhaustion or crying or both. "The second Petra had the twins safely in the car, I ran here. I couldn't go home, I couldn't face any of this pretending I didn't know what I know." Her eyes shifted to Melinda, something raw and desperate behind them."I had to warn Voss myself before the council convened. I had to try to fix at least part of what I helped break.""You could have gotten yourself killed," Melinda said, though her voice held none of the fury I expected, only something closer to e

Carl The black feather stared back at us from the phone screen, and for a moment nobody in that chamber said anything at all, the weight of it crashing down harder than anything else the night had already thrown at us. "That's the same mark," Melinda whispered. "The same feather from the nursery the first time." "Your father's old guard," Voss said slowly, his brow furrowing. "The ones who supposedly died protecting your mother the night she ran." "They didn't die," Melinda said, her voice shaking with fury and fear both at once. "Or some of them didn't. That's what Petra said earlier tonight, before any of this happened. Someone from that old guard is still alive, still working for whoever's behind this." "The silver-haired man is in custody," Kian said. "So whoever took them just now is someone else entirely." "Which means this was never a one-man operation