Taking Alpha's Twins Away After Divorce by AlisTae

Chapter 2 Adrian froze at the word divorce. Then he heard me. He moved his head away from my neck and peered at me. "Do you even know what you are saying?" he asked, releasing his grip on my hands. As he did so, I brought my hands close to my front body.

He stared at me, waiting for my answer, I brought my hands to the front of my body, then looked for any sign of discomfort in his expression. His question had madewonder whether or not he was at all hurt by it. But the look in his eyes said I was wrong to wonder. He was a mighty alpha within our pack, second only to his father. Our divorce would br I burst into tears and repeated, "Let's get a divorce." Deep lines formed between his thick brows. "Boring," dismissively as he moved away from my body and rose from the bed. "You're nothing but a nuisance!" I struggled to get up. "I'm not kidding. I'm serious." To show him just how serious, I opened the drawer and pulled out the agreement.

"What's are those?" he asked with a grimace.

I handed him the papers. "I've signed them, so I am no longer your wife." Adrian snatched them from me, took a quick glance, then threw them aside. Grabbingby the neck.

With a clenched jaw, he glared atwith a clenched jaw.

I tried to get myself away from him, pulling at his arms, but he tightened his hold on my neck. In silence, we struggled, the tension between us escalating, the tight grip of his hand and the unyielding pressure on my neck intensifying.

He gritted his teeth and muttered, "What do you takefor?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Do you think you can do whatever you want?" As I attempted to settle myself down. "I will leave the Crystal Blood Pack," I said, my voice breaking.

His hand moved from my neck to my jaw, and the slash of his mouth morphed into a devilish smirk, one that had the power to shake people to their very core. "Are you kidding? Where would a wolfless. werewo I looked into his hate-filled eyes. I was the only person he despised, and he had another woman, too. So why question me? If he wanted to remain with her, why not just releasefrom our entanglement? I could see hatred in his eyes. I was the only person he despised. He had no feelings forin his heart. These past two years were nightmare for me; I tried everything possible just to please him. But this man Even though I was aware that he did not love me, I continued to harbor the hope that he would eventually return to his wife or at least understand her love for him. "I-I was in this marriage because I thought one day we would have a happy family with our childr-" "Children?" He glared at me. "How could you even think like this? I would allow you to carry my heir, you foolish woman? Quit your daydreaming about something that you will never be able to get." Shocked, I couldn't help but gape. I knew then that I couldn't let him know about my pregnancy. My babies would be mine alone. I would. bring them up with pure love, not with his hatred.

"What??" he asked, pressing his fingers firmly against my jaw. "Cat caught your tongue?" I gathered up courage and said, "Why don't you sign the papers?" His eyes grew shadowy, yet blazed at the stime. "You think I won't sign?" I stared at him, jutting my chin against his hand in defiance, though. my heart raced so quickly that it quivered. Deep down, I wanted him to reconsider our marriage and tellhe didn't wantto leave, tell m Instead, he released his grip on my jaw and took a step back. Then he snorted and snatched up the papers he'd discarded. Grabbing the pen off my nightstand, he hurriedly signed his non the divorce. pap My eyes moved from his hand to his face. There was no sign of regret there, only indifference.

Though I'd had the papers drafted, I never imagined such indifference or the emptiness I'd experience as a result. Pain seared through my heart as though he'd pierced it with needles. It was a searing pain.

How could he feel nothing while disconnecting someone from hist life who had always shown so much care for him? Did I love him less? Was my love not more powerful than his lover? As if his indifference weren't enough, he casually tossed the divorce. papers to the floor. He then reached into his wallet, he pulled out at bank card, and slammed it into my hand. "Take this. Consider it ast your My eyes welled, and a tear fell silently as he turned and left the +15 BOHUS room. I lowered my head.

I had been used. So utterly used. His words echoed in my mind, each m syllable remindingof his betrayal. I had given him my heart and trust. In return, he had treatedas nothing more than at convenience.

The sharp edge of the card cut into my palm. I stared at it and then the unsure how long I had been lost in thought, every memory of the tfloof,

we'd spent together flooding back into my mind. Slowly,placed my hand on my stomach and said, "I am sorry. I have to take you both away from your father to protect you." This time, I placed the bank card and placed it on the nightstand, then packed a suitcase, all the while wiping away tears.

He'd made fun of my love. He'd usedfor "bed service." "I will never forget that, Adrian Miller," I said as I closed the latch on the b X