Divorced by the Alpha, Claimed by the Rogue

Chapter 101: Chapyer 101; What just happened?

Aiden’s POV

"You really don’t need to worry about a single thing anymore, Aiden," Emily said smoothly, leaning over the desk as I flipped through the heavy stack of documents. "I have absolutely everything under control for you to resume your position at the company."

I closed the thick file with a sharp snap and slid the papers to the side.

"Here, take this," she added, handing me a small cup. "Drink it. Your rashes are almost completely gone."

I took the cup from her hand, draining the liquid in one long swallow. Setting the empty glass down, I looked up at her. "Thank you, Emily. For taking care of everything these past few weeks while I was out."

"Of course," she replied, offering me a pleasant, practiced smile as she picked up the empty cup. "I’m your wife, after all. It’s the absolute least I can do for you." With that, she turned on her heel and glided out of the office.

The moment the door shut, I let out a heavy, exhausting sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

I absolutely hated the fact that Alina had decided to stay in that house with Lucian.

The hypocrisy of it made my blood boil. The exact second Emily had arrived at my place, Alina couldn’t stand it—she packed her things and refused to stay under the same roof as me. Yet, there she was, willingly remaining by Lucian’s side day after day.

I clenched my fist until my knuckles turned white, slamming it onto the desk. I need a better plan, I thought sharply. A completely foolproof plan that will actually work this time.

My mind immediately shifted to Ragnar. He was the perfect pawn to use against Lucian, but the bastard had explicitly lied to my face the last time . What made me think he wouldn’t just do the exact same thing again?

A cold, manipulative smirk crept onto my lips. Because Ragnar still desperately wants my dick buried under him. Of course he would answer. He was entirely pathetic when it came to his desires.

I pulled out my phone and fired off a sharp, demanding text to him, fully expecting a submissive, immediate reply.

One minute passed. Then five. Nothing.

Pure fury flashed through me. "Fuck this," I growled, shoving the phone into my pocket. I grabbed my car keys off the desk, stormed out of the office, and drove straight to Knox’s house.

The moment my car screeched to a halt in Knox’s driveway, his security team rushed toward me, hands ready. But Knox appeared at the front door, waving them off with a surprised expression.

"Aiden," Knox said, stepping out onto the porch. "I definitely wasn’t expecting you to come over here today."

"I just need to clear my head," I muttered, brushing past him into the foyer.

Knox followed me into the living room, analyzing my appearance. "Well, I can see that your rashes are completely gone."

"Yes," I replied coldly, turning to face him. "And now that I’m fully recovered, I can finally get back to handling my main issue. How the hell do I get Alina out of that place?"

Knox poured two glasses of bourbon, handing one to me. "I mean... Lucian is getting married in a month anyway, right?"

"No," he corrected, my jaw tightening. "It’s happening in exactly three days."

I raised an eyebrow, a slow nod following. "Well, that’s even better for you. They get married sooner, and I get to finally drag Alina away from there. But seriously... why the hell is she still staying over there?"

Knox took a sip of his drink, a thoughtless shrug passing over his shoulders. "Maybe his dick is just something she couldn’t let go of."

A dangerous, lethal glare snapped from my eyes straight to Knox. The temperature in the room dropped instantly.

Knox immediately raised his hands, his face flushing with regret. "Sorry. Sorry, man. That was a little too much," he muttered, quickly coughing to clear his throat under my heavy stare. He took a step back, trying to smooth things over. "Look, you just got better. Thinking about toxic issues like this right now is only going to stress you out more. Come with me. There’s a bar down the street we can go to. We’ll have a few shots, relax, and we can come up with some solid ideas to get Alina back without having to completely force her."

I took a slow breath, downing my bourbon. "Honestly, Knox... I really don’t care if it takes force. As long as she comes back to me, I am perfectly fine with it."

We left the house and headed straight to the high-end lounge downtown. As soon as we slid into a booth, I slammed back a few heavy shots of tequila, the alcohol burning a familiar path down my throat.

Knox was sitting across from me, actively talking about our corporate business, the market trends, and his plans for expanding the operations. But my mind truly wasn’t there at all. Every single thought in my head was entirely consumed by Alina.

"Aiden? Hey, are you even listening to me?" Knox asked, tapping the table.

"For sure," I lied smoothly, my eyes drifting aimlessly across the crowded room.

But then, my gaze stumbled upon a very familiar, broad silhouette standing near the corner of the lounge. It was Ragnar. He was standing by the bar, shifting his weight anxiously as if he were waiting for someone. fгeewebnovёl.com

I let out a dark, quiet hum. "Give me a second, Knox."

I slid out of the booth and walked over to the bar, closing the distance until I was standing right behind the giant Beta. "Fancy seeing you here," I purred, my voice dripping with cold arrogance. "Why the hell didn’t you respond to my message earlier, Ragnar?"

Ragnar flinched, spinning around to look at me. His eyes widened in sudden panic, his mouth opening as he started to stammer out an explanation. "Aiden, I—"

"Why the hell are you speaking to this man?"Boca’s voice came, his eyes shifted over to Ragnar, his tone instantly dripping with pure annoyance.

"I didn’t! I swear I didn’t, Boca," Ragnar pleaded instantly, his frame practically melting as he turned all his attention to the Alpha. "He just came over here out of nowhere. But that doesn’t matter at all... I missed you so much."

Right in front of my face, Ragnar reached out, his hands eagerly tracing up Boca’s chest and touching his shoulders with a glazed, worshipful look in his eyes.

"Stop it, Ragnar. Not here," Boca muttered, aggressively grabbing Ragnar’s hands and pulling them off his body. He snapped his head toward me, glaring daggers into my soul before gripping Ragnar’s arm tightly. "Let’s go."

Without another word, Boca dragged a completely compliant, grinning Ragnar away from the bar and out toward the exit.

I stood frozen in the middle of the lounge, staring at the empty space where they had just been. My mind went completely blank as I tried to process the absolute absurdity of what I had just witnessed.

"What the fuck just happened?" I whispered aloud to myself.