Divorced, My CEO Alpha Wants Me Back

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into my brain. Fuck. My skin's slick with sweat, my sheets a tw

neath me, her nails dragging down my back, her lips parte

. I stare at the ceiling, my body still buzzin

he's

everything. My cock's still rock-hard, aching, but there's no way

sn't do a damn thing to cool me down. My mind's still on her-how she felt, how she smell

er the hot spray. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus,

rid of this ache. My breath comes out in harsh pants, my mind fil

st the tile, my body tense with fru

She's gone. And I'm

eflection in the mirror, my jaw clenched, my hair still wet. I don't even bother with it.

ver since she walked out. I thought she'd come back. I thought... fuck, I don't know what I

And now, I'm staring down the barr

I enter the kitchen. My mother's already there, sitti

without looking

of coffee. I take a sip, the bitter taste doi

raising an eyebrow.

ryly, leaning aga

tablet down. "It's fo

at

just another part of the day, like it's not ripping

taring into my cof

ome on. S

my voice harsher than I

That bond isn't everything, Jaxon. You know that. There are other t

e coffee sloshing over the edge. "I'm

ply, her eyes cold. "Nina was never fit

my head. "You have no idea

lf. Look at what she did-ran off, couldn't handle the pres

ve this conversation with her. Not now. Not ever. But the words are al

before settling back into her usual mask. "That's unfortunate

g," I growl, my fists

h this conversation. "What changes, Jaxon? She's gone. The

tion bubbling up inside me. "You di

w furrowed in confusion. "W

rl I married. She's Valens. A

tablet slipping slightl

my voice low. "She's th

d. She stares at me, processing the information, her

ning a hand through my hair, fru

ng to gather herself.

ffee, though it tastes like ash

nformation. When she finally speaks, her voice is

She's the heir to one of the most powerful p

r usual calculating expression ret

rce is happening. T

r, her eyes sharp. "You're an Alpha. You do

rly. "She doesn't want me. She

r says, her voice tight. "She's your

nched. "She's not a fuckin

o you have any idea what that means? The power

my chest tight. "Thi

s," she hisses.

backing away from

on," she says, her voice shar

ng toward the door. "

a fucking mess. Divorce. It's actually happening. I thought t

what the fuck I'