Free Web NovelChapter 125: Chapter 125
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My laugh vanished like smoke. The warmth in my chest froze into ice. Every hair on my body stood on end. I knew it was Nathan, my soon to be ex-mate, my tormentor. My wolf growled low in my throat, muscles tensing as if ready to pounce.
The car had pulled up earlier; I’d heard it, felt it in the vibrations through the floorboards. And now, this? He was here. At my door.
I didn’t move. My body refused to obey, anchored by fear and furt. My wolf circled, restless, coiled around me like a living shadow.
I didn’t need to see him to know that he was out there, waiting and atching.
So I stayed rooted, and silent.
Nathan’s POV
The air was unnervingly still.
My wolf felt it first, that strange, hollow quiet that clung to the walls like frost.
I frowned. Had she already fallen asleep?
No... her scent said otherwise. She was awake, guarded and hurt. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
I exhaled and turned, ready to step away, when a soft click cut through the air.
The door opened and she stood there.
Aria.
Her eyes cold, sharp and lethal as winter steellocked onto mine. The force of them sliced straight through my chest, lodging somewhere deep in the ribs. My wolf flinched, then bristled, wanting to step closer and retreat all at once.
Those eyes were an accusation.
You did this, you hurt me.
You don’t deserve to stand here.
I swallowed once, twice, then forced my hand forward, my palm open, the velvet box resting inside.
“Take a look,” I managed, my voice rougher than intended.
Her gaze didn’t soften. But the moment she recognized the box, her eyes flickered. There was a small shift, almost invisible, but my wolf caught it instantly.
Still, she didn’t reach for it. She stared at me like I was a dangerous abd unpredictable, unwanted intruder.
The stab in my chest was immediate. A pang so sharp even my wolf whimpered.
“I’m your husband,” I murmured. The words tasted like ash. “If you want something... you don’t have to look anywhere else.”
My wolf surged at the claim but her silence struck it down.
I stepped inside, nudging the door open with my foot. The room was warm but my eyes involuntarily drifted to the crib.
Lana slept soundly, her small breaths puffing out her cheeks. Her scent was sweet calming and innocence, easing something deep inside me.
For a moment, everything slowed.
The warmth in the room. The quiet rise and fall of the little one’s chest.
It hit me then, how much I’d missed this.
How much I’d ruined it.
I took a step toward the crib, but Aria moved, quick and instinctive. She blocked my path.
Aria’s POV
“Get out.”
The words left my mouth, sharp, clipped, carrying the low growl of my wolf beneath them before I even processed them.
Nathan froze. For a split second, his breath hitched, and I felt the faint stutter of his heartbeat through the air.
Then he took one last, lingering look at Lana our pup and quietly stepped out.
I didn’t follow.
I stood there, watching the broad line of his back as he walked out of my door. Even in the dim light, the fine cut of his suit spoke of power, dominance and status.
This was the Nathan I remembered.
The untouchable Alpha heir.
The cold, distant man with a gaze sharp enough to slice through stone.
Yet lately... the edges of that coldness had dulled. The emptiness in his eyes... the way his shoulders sagged when he thought I wasn’t looking...
It confused me. It infuriated me.
And it made my wolf restless.
I stepped outside the door and closed it feeling it settle like a thick barrier between him and our pup.
“Why are you doing this?” I demanded, suspicion coiled tight in my voice.
Nathan slipped his hands into his pockets, his eyes neutral. “It’s just a necklace. You like it. I’m your husband. I got it for you. What’s the big deal?”
A wave of cold washed over him, his aura shifting, the warmth he’d shown inside the room evaporating. He straightened, his shoulders squaring, slipping effortlessly back into his aristocratic, Alpha-born arrogance.
I laughed. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t kind.
It was the laugh of a wolf who’d been cornered one too many times.
He frowned at me, but I met his gaze with a sharp, mocking stare.
“Husband? Nathan, spare me.” My wolf bristled, tail lashing. “You know the divorce papers are ready. We’re just biding time. Don’t fool yourself, we’re done.”
His jaw tightened. The air chilled, frost seeping into the hallway.
But I didn’t back down. I held his gaze like a challenge. My stance said everything my words didn’t:
I’m not your mate. Not anymore.
“Aria,” he murmured, then let out a strange, brittle laugh.
I stiffened. Unease slid down my spine. My wolf raised its hackles.
He stepped closer, his eyes dark and unreadable. Obsession flickered within them, making my pulse spike with warning.
“We’re still legally mated,” he said softly, almost reverently. “A proper pair.”
His hand shot out, clasping my wrist.
I gasped. His touch was ice-cold, and the shock made his lashes tremble.
He sucked in a breath, as if the truth startled him. Then he buried it, his expression hardening.
“When did you start getting cozy with Rowland?”
