The Alpha Who Never Loved Me (Serena and Kieran) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

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I got dressed quietly.

Serena was still in the bed with her eyes closed and one hand resting on her stomach, and I pulled on my shirt and buttoned it and watched her for a moment before I looked away. The drug had taken a toll on her and joined with her pregnancy, it was quite a lot.

I went out of the room after I finished getting dressed and found the housekeeper.

She was in the kitchen with her back to me, she turned when she be my footsteps and gave me a small

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She needs to eat again before the afternoon,” I said. “Give her a full meal and lots of water, make sure she actually drinks it, don’t just set a glass near her.”

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“I know that, Mr. Thawthorne,” she said. She turned back

to the sink.

Mark had the car ready. I rode to the office with my phone in my hand and didn’t look at it, watching the city move past the window and thinking about the look on Serena’s face in the kitchen that morning, that one clear second before the heat hit her, when she was mid-sentence and fully furious and bright with it.

My office was quiet when I got in. I sat at my desk and worked for two hours without interruption. The morning moved at a fast pace.

Around past eleven, a knock sounded at my door.

“Come in,” I said.

The door opened and my mother walked through it. She was dressed warmly, but no smiles could be found on her

face.

“Mother,” I rose to my feet. “What are you doing here?”

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I could only nod. There was no reason why she would be lying about being here, but suddenly showing up was weird.

She smiled briefly. “I wanted to see how you and Serena were doing.”

“We’re fine. Serena’s at home.”

She nodded slowly. “Serena is at home,” she said. “And Sophie appearing at your pack celebration, that was fine? Or Serena drugging you in front of your whole pack, that was fine?” She tilted her head. “Because it doesn’t sound

fine, Kieran.”

I knew she was not just in the area. Perhaps she was here to talk to me about my marriage. “Serena and I are working something out between us,” I said. “In our own way.”

“In your own way.” She repeated it back to me, dry and flat.

“It was a private matter.”

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short sound through her nose that was not quite a laugh. “Kieran.”

“You don’t need to worry about it,” I said.

“I do need to worry about it.” She leaned forward. “I’ve been watching you run this marriage into the ground for months. I’m telling you now, set that woman free. Divorce her. Let her go. She didn’t ask for any of this and neither did you, not really, and whatever you think you’re building in that apartment, it isn’t—”

“We have a child,” I said.

Her face changed.

She pressed her lips into a straight line. “Kieran, that baby…”

“Is mine,” I said. “Nobody is going to convince me otherwise. Not you. Not anyone. That is my child and we’re not having this conversation again.”

She sat back and gave me an almost pitiful look. “Your father kept a mistress for eleven years,” she said, quietly. “Did you know that I always told myself at least she was

wą18 just a mistress? At least she was on the outside.” She

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paused. “For you, Sophie isn’t just on the outside, Kieran. You loved her. How do you walk away from that and pretend it’s nothing?”

“Things are different,” I said.

“How are they different?”

“Because Serena is my wife,” I said. “Because the baby is mine. Because we’re having a rough time and when it’s over, it’ll be over.” I looked at my mother across the desk. “She loves me. And I’m not discussing this further.”

My mother stood up. She picked up her bag. She looked at me for a long moment, and I knew what the look

meant.

“If you keep this up,” she said, “there will come a point where you cannot be saved, Kieran. Not by me. Not by her. Not by anyone.” She buttoned her coat. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

She left. I sat at my desk and listened to the door close and looked at the wall for a minute before I picked up the

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My eyes fluttered open, next to me, my phone kept vibrating loudly.

I reached for it and felt an immediate pain shoot the side of my head. I groaned and pressed my fingers against my temple.

My eyes fell around the room. There were no condoms littered around, it was as if he thought there was no point in wearing one.

Was he not scared of diseases? I told him the baby wasn’t his, why was he acting like I was wrong?

My phone kept vibrating

Sophie.

“Hello, Sophie.”

“You have a lot of nerve,” she said.

Her voice was tight and high, and I sat up a little. “I’m not sure what-”

“You promised him to me, Serena. You told me to my face

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you were walking away. You told me you wanted out of that marriage and you wanted to help me, and here you are, still in that apartment, still in his life, still—”

“Sophie.” I pressed two fingers to my temple. “I do want out. I’m working on it. I can’t control the timeline just because you want me to.”

“It’s not about the timeline,” she said. “He’s not leaving on his own. You’re supposed to be helping that along. That was the arrangement.”

“I held up my end,” I said. “I set the party up. What happened after that was between you and him.”

She went quiet for a moment. Then: “He called me this morning. He told me to move out of the house.” Her voice had changed, the sharpness dropping away. “I don’t even know why he suddenly said it.”

I sat up fully. “He told you to move out?”

“Today?”

“Did he say why?”

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“No. He just said he needed it back.” She went quiet for a

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beat. “And before you ask, I don’t know what I did. I don’t know what changed. Three weeks ago everything was fine and now I’m being asked to pack my things.” She went quiet again, longer. “This is your fault.”

“My fault,” I repeated.

“You’ve been dragging this divorce out for months. And you’re standing there in his house taking up all the space he’s supposed to be leaving for me, and you’re clinging to him and his money, and I’m the one losing—”

“Stop.” I kept my voice level. “I’m not a gold digger. I don’t need his money. I have my own career and my own income and I’ve never once stayed in that marriage because of what it paid me.”

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