Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: Chapter 100

Kael’s POV

Being Alpha was exhausting.

Not the fighting part. Not the power part. Those came naturally. What exhausted me was everything else. The expectations. The loneliness. The constant reminder that the throne beside mine remained empty.

I pulled up to the building. Twenty floors of glass and steel. My creation. My legacy. The thing I’d built to prove that Blood Crown could be more than violence and intimidation.

I stepped out of the car. The morning sun was warm on my face. A beautiful day. The kind of day that should make you feel alive.

I felt nothing.

The glass doors loomed ahead. I hadn’t called ahead. Hadn’t warned anyone I was coming. I wanted to see how things ran when people weren’t performing for the Alpha.

I pushed through the entrance.

The lobby was busy. Workers rushing past with coffee cups and documents. The hum of conversation. The click of heels on marble.

Normal. Efficient. Exactly how I’d designed it.

I started toward the elevators.

And then someone slammed into me.

Hard.

A small body crashed against my chest. The impact wasn’t much—barely enough to make me step back. But it caught me completely off guard.

"I’m sorry!"

A woman’s voice. High. Frantic. Already scrambling.

"I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking—"

She dropped to her knees before I could respond. Started grabbing things from the floor. A bag had fallen. Contents scattered everywhere. Lipstick rolling under a bench. A phone spinning across the marble.

I stood there. Frozen. Staring down at the top of her head.

Dark hair. Pulled back in a messy bun. Wisps escaping around her face.

Something tugged at my chest. A feeling I couldn’t name.

"Sorry," she said again. Her hands were shaking. Shoving items back into her bag without looking. "I have to go—my daughter—emergency—"

She was on her feet before I could speak. Already running. Already gone.

I watched her disappear through the glass doors. A small figure. Moving fast. Desperate.

*Wait.* Fenrir stirred. Alert suddenly.

There was no scent.

That was the strange part. She had no scent at all. No wolf. No pack. Nothing but the faint traces of soap and coffee that any human might carry.

A human?

Working in my building?

Irritation flickered through me. Then faded.

There was something about her. The way she’d moved. The curve of her shoulders. The desperate urgency in her voice.

It reminded me of someone.

No. Don’t.

Fenrir went quiet. But the feeling lingered. That hollow ache in my chest. The one that never really went away.

Every woman reminded me of her now. Every flash of hair. Every delicate frame. Every soft voice.

I was losing my mind.

I shook my head. Forced myself to move. The elevator was waiting.

Focus. I was here to inspect the company. Not to spiral into another pathetic episode of missing a woman who’d vanished three years ago.

The elevator hummed as it climbed. Floor after floor. Higher and higher.

By the time the doors opened on the executive level, I’d pushed the incident from my mind. Mostly.

The receptionist looked up.

Her face went white.

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