Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Chapter 128

Kael’s POV

She didn’t answer me.

I’d just told her the most honest thing I’d said in three years. That I’d been searching for her. That I’d torn the world apart trying to find her.

And she just... stood there.

Silent. Trembling. Those silver-gray eyes swimming with tears she refused to let fall.

Her lips pressed together. Tight. Stubborn. Like she was physically holding back every word that wanted to escape. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The silence was killing me.

Three years. Three years of unanswered questions. Three years of sleepless nights. Three years of wondering if she was alive, dead, happy, suffering, thinking of me, hating me, forgetting me.

And now she was here. Right in front of me. Close enough to touch.

And she wouldn’t say a single word.

"Aria." My voice came out rougher than I intended. "Talk to me."

Nothing.

"Please." The word scraped against my throat. Foreign. Desperate. Alpha Kael Blood Crown didn’t say please. Didn’t beg. Didn’t show weakness to anyone.

But for her?

For her, I’d get on my knees if she asked.

Her chin lifted slightly. Defiant. Those eyes meeting mine with something I couldn’t read.

Still silent.

Something cracked inside my chest.

All those years of searching. All those nights of wondering. All that pain and longing and desperate hope—

And she wouldn’t even SPEAK to me.

*Fenrir.* I reached for my wolf. *What do I do?*

*CLAIM HER.* His voice was a roar. *She’s RIGHT THERE. Take what’s OURS.*

No. I couldn’t. Not like this. Not when she looked at me like I was something to fear.

But the control I’d held onto for so long was slipping. Crumbling. Falling apart with every second she refused to acknowledge what was between us.

"Why won’t you talk to me?" The words burst out. Raw. Wounded. "What did I do that was so terrible you can’t even look at me?"

Her jaw tightened.

Still nothing.

The frustration building in my chest turned to something darker. Something desperate.

Years of pain.

Years of emptiness.

Years of watching every sunset alone, wondering if I’d ever see her face again.

And she was just standing there. Silent. Like I meant nothing.

Like WE meant nothing.

"Damn it, Aria!" My hand slammed against the desk beside her. The sound echoed through the empty office. "I’ve spent THREE YEARS searching for you! Three years losing my mind! Do you have any idea what that’s been like?"

She flinched. Just slightly.

But still—STILL—she said nothing.

Something snapped.

I don’t know what it was. The last thread of my control. The final barrier holding back everything I’d suppressed for so long.

But suddenly I was moving.

My hands found her face. Cupped it. Tilted it up toward me.

And before I could stop myself—before I could think about consequences or rejection or anything else—

I kissed her.

Hard.

Desperate.

Three years of longing poured into a single, devastating contact.

She went rigid in my arms. Her hands flew up, pressing against my chest. Pushing.

I didn’t let go.

Couldn’t let go.

*Mine.* Fenrir was howling. *MINE. OURS. FINALLY.*

Her lips were soft. Warm. Exactly as I remembered. Exactly as I’d dreamed about on all those lonely nights.

She struggled against me. Her small fists beating against my shoulders. Her body twisting, trying to escape.

But I was stronger.

So much stronger.

I pulled her closer. One arm around her waist. The other tangled in her hair. Holding her in place. Refusing to let her run again.

She made a sound against my mouth. A whimper. A protest.

Then—

Something changed.

Her resistance faltered. Her fists unclenched. Her body softened against mine.

And suddenly she was kissing me back.

But she didn’t pull away. Didn’t try to escape. Just sat there on my desk, legs wrapped around my waist, crying silently while I held her.

I pressed my forehead against hers.

Our breath mingled. Ragged. Desperate. The only sound in the empty office.

She was shaking.

Or maybe I was.

Maybe we both were.

"I looked everywhere." The words spilled out. I couldn’t stop them. "Every pack. Every territory. Every corner of this damn world. I never stopped. Not for one day. Not for one HOUR."

She made a sound. Small. Wounded.

"Do you understand?" I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "Do you have any idea what it was like? Waking up every morning not knowing if you were alive? Going to sleep every night wondering if I’d ever see you again?"

A tear slipped down her cheek.

My thumb caught it. Wiped it away.

Another fell immediately.

"I thought you were dead." My voice cracked. Actually cracked. "Some nights I was SURE of it. Sure that something terrible had happened. Sure that I’d lost you forever."

She was trembling in my arms. Her whole body shaking like a leaf in a storm.

"And then I’d wake up the next morning and think, no. She’s alive. She HAS to be alive. Because I would KNOW if she wasn’t. I would FEEL it."

I cupped her face. Made her look at me.

"Was I wrong?" The question came out raw. Desperate. "Was I wrong to keep hoping?"

Silence.

Then, finally—FINALLY—she spoke.

"You said you’ve been searching for me?"

Her voice was hoarse. Barely above a whisper.

But it was HER voice. After all this time.

"Yes." The word came out like a prayer. "Yes. For three years. Never stopped."

She closed her eyes. More tears leaked out from beneath her lashes.

"Stop lying to me."

The words hit like a punch to the gut.

"Aria..." Her name was all I could manage. The only word that made sense.

She shook her head. One final time.

"Can you please let me go?"