Alpha Your Warrior Ex-Wife is Back (by Aurora Starling) novel Chapter 118

“I won’t,” I promised, though even as the words left my lips, I wasn’t sure I believed them. We hung up.

I stared out at the moon for a long time after that, the pale light reflecting in my eyes. She’ll send someone, I thought grimly. It’s only a matter of time.

---

The next morning, I woke before dawn. The house was quiet—too quiet.

I got out of bed and padded silently to the window, peering out into the misty courtyard. The guards were changing shifts, moving like shadows between the gates, their low voices blending with the wind.

For a brief second, I thought I saw movement in the woods—something dark darting between the trees. My heart leapt, but when I blinked, it was gone.

Paranoia? Maybe. But with Daphne involved, paranoia was just another word for survival.

I went downstairs and brewed tea, the scent of herbs filling the kitchen. Nova soon joined me, her eyes still heavy with sleep as she gently rubbed her eyes trying to take sleep off her eyes.

“Mommy, you look tired, you didn't sleep?” she asked, eyeing the dark circles under my eyes and looked at me concerned.

I gave her a faint smile. “Couldn’t. Mommy has so many things to think about.” “Are you still thinking about Miss Daphne?” she asked gently.

“Yes,” I answered softly.

Nova held my hand in her small one. “Mommy don't worry she is gone now, she will not hurt us anymore.”

I gently caressed her hand and looked at her affectionately “I hope she is really gone for good.”

Nova nodded but my throat was tightening. I was not able to help it and hug my daughter who was very courageous and brave about everything we've been through.

Nova hugged me back with her small arms as she snuggled close to me. “I will protect you mommy, don't worry.”

“No, my child.” I shook my head quickly. “We both will protect each other as long as I am alive no harm will come to you.”

He let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “Daphne doesn’t want to manage. She wants to control. And she won’t stop until she’s taken everything she thinks was stolen from her.”

Our eyes held for a moment longer than necessary. There was something unspoken between us—a quiet understanding, a shared burden.

Finally, he said, “If anything feels wrong—anything at all—you come straight to me. I don’t care if it’s a shadow at your window or a noise at night.”

I nodded. “I will.”

He studied me for a heartbeat, as if trying to read the thoughts I wasn’t saying, then finally turned back to his desk.

“Go get some rest,” he murmured.

But rest was the one thing I couldn’t afford anymore.