Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Aria’s POV

Warmth.

That was the first thing I noticed when consciousness slowly pulled me from sleep. A delicious, bone-deep warmth that had nothing to do with blankets or sunlight.

I kept my eyes closed. Let myself float in that hazy space between dreams and waking.

Last night.

The memories came flooding back. Finn’s attack. The terror. The pain. And then—Kael. Bursting through that door like a dark avenging angel. Fighting for me. Protecting me.

And afterward...

My cheeks burned. My whole body flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the morning sun streaming through the window.

We’d... we actually...

I couldn’t even finish the thought without my heart racing. My fingers curled into the sheets. The phantom sensation of his hands on my skin. His mouth on mine. The way he’d looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

A smile tugged at my lips. Small. Private. The kind of smile I hadn’t worn in years.

Maybe ever.

Was this what happiness felt like? This bubbling, effervescent thing rising in my chest? This lightness that made me want to laugh for no reason at all?

I reached out without opening my eyes. My fingertips brushed across the mattress where Kael had been.

Cold.

Empty.

My eyes snapped open.

The space beside me was vacant. The sheets were rumpled but cool. He’d been gone for a while.

Confusion clouded my joy. I pushed myself up on my elbows, clutching the sheet to my chest. The room spun for a moment—residual effects from whatever drug Finn had given me—before settling.

Where was he?

Then I saw him.

Kael stood on the balcony. His back was to me. He leaned against the metal railing with casual grace, like he owned the sunrise itself.

Golden morning light poured over him. It painted his broad shoulders in warm hues. Highlighted the muscles of his bare back. He wore only his underwear, and the sight made my mouth go dry.

God, he was beautiful.

My heart swelled. Joy flooded through me again, washing away the momentary panic.

He hadn’t left. He was right there.

I slipped out of bed, wrapping the thin blanket around my naked body. My feet were silent on the hardwood floor as I padded toward the balcony.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach. Nervous. Excited. Like a teenager approaching her first crush.

What should I say? Good morning? Thank you for saving my life? Thank you for last night?

I stopped a few feet behind him. Close enough to touch. Close enough to wrap my arms around his waist and press my cheek against his back.

I wanted to do exactly that. Every nerve in my body screamed for contact. For reassurance. For proof that last night had been real.

"Hi," I said softly. The word came out shy. Almost breathless.

Kael didn’t move.

Didn’t turn around. Didn’t acknowledge me at all.

The butterflies in my stomach turned to lead.

"It’s done." His voice cut through the morning air. Cold. Sharp. Like a blade made of ice.

I froze.

What?

My heart stuttered. I stared at his rigid back. At the tension in his shoulders. At the way he gripped the railing like he was trying to strangle it.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

"Did I..." I swallowed hard. My voice trembled. "Did I do something to upset you?"

Please say no. Please turn around and smile and tell me everything is fine.

Please.

Kael finally turned.

His face destroyed me.

The tenderness from last night—the warmth, the passion, the way he’d looked at me like I was precious—all of it was gone. Erased. Like it had never existed.

In its place was cold indifference. His black-gold eyes swept over me with the bored disinterest of someone examining a piece of furniture they’d already decided to throw away.

I’d seen this look before. On Finn. On my mother. On everyone who had ever decided I wasn’t worth their time.

But from Kael?

It broke something inside me.

"Listen," he said. His voice was flat. Emotionless. Distant as a stranger’s. "There’s about twenty-five thousand on the table. Payment for those dates I promised."

I stared at him. My brain refused to process his words.

"What?" The word came out as a gasp. Barely audible.

My gaze followed his gesture to the side table by the window. A thick stack of cash sat there. Green bills. Crisp and neat.

My eyes snapped back to Kael. Panic clawed at my throat.

"I don’t understand," I admitted. My voice cracked. Shattered.

Kael sighed heavily. He ran his fingers through his hair like this conversation bored him.

"What part don’t you understand?" he snapped. Impatient. Irritated. "I paid you for three dates. The money’s there. Take it and disappear."

Reality tilted. Collapsed. The floor seemed to drop away beneath my feet.

Disappear.

My lips trembled. The first tear spilled down my cheek before I could stop it.

"What did I do wrong?" I begged again. My voice fractured into pieces.

Kael’s gaze locked onto mine. But there was no warmth there. No hint that he was the same man who had held me. Kissed me. Made love to me like I mattered.

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