How To Lose Your Billionaire Alpha Husband In 365 Days (Or Less)!-Chapter 59: Alarmingly Loyal...

"Okay. But listen to me. I’ve been around the two of you for a while now. He’s been good to you, Jazz. He’s been patient and protective and—hell, he looks at you like you invented gravity."

"That’s before," I whispered, trying to face my messed-up thoughts. "Before the seal started to crack. Before I started having visions. Before this thing inside me woke up and started calling to him like a damn siren."

Sophia looked at me like she was trying to read a language she’d never studied. "But maybe that’s just it. Maybe he couldn’t control it. Maybe... maybe it’s like some instinct overload thing."

I flinched. "That doesn’t make it okay."

"No, no it doesn’t. I’m not saying it does." She reached for my hand, squeezing gently. "I’m just trying to wrap my head around all of this. Werewolves. Bonds. Ancient seals. And now... whatever the hell just happened tonight." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Her voice dropped lower. "But you’re safe now. You’re here."

"I shouldn’t have to escape from my husband, Soph," I said, tears welling again. "I shouldn’t have to run from someone who says he loves me."

"Do you think he meant to hurt you?"

I hesitated. "No," I admitted, swallowing the knot in my throat. "But that’s what scares me. If he can get that close without meaning to... what happens the next time he doesn’t stop?"

Sophia’s mouth flattened into a line. She was quiet for a long moment, then said softly, "How long have you known?"

"What?"

"That you’re a werewolf."

I inhaled shakily. "Technically? Less than a week."

She stared at me.

"No, seriously," I added, laughing bitterly. "A week ago, I thought I was just unlucky and cursed and overworked. Now I’m apparently carrying some ancient power from two rival packs, my dad’s the Dark Alpha, my mom’s a High Priestess, and my body is a ticking supernatural time bomb."

"Okay," Sophia said slowly, like she was rewiring her entire brain. "Okay. So you didn’t grow up shifting under the full moon or whatever. This is like a surprise werewolf situation."

"That’s one way to put it."

She nodded once. "And Aiden... knew?"

"He suspected. But he didn’t say anything because they weren’t sure. The seal my parents put on me was meant to suppress everything until the next blood moon." I looked down. "Which is in three days."

Sophia stood again and started pacing. "Alright. Alright. So you’re both werewolves. You’re bonded. And the magic seal is breaking, which is making all your instincts go haywire."

"Exactly."

"And that’s what set him off tonight?"

"Maybe. I don’t know. I’ve never seen him like that."

Sophia exhaled. "Jazz... I believe you. And I’m not saying what he did was okay. But from everything I’ve seen, Aiden worships the ground you walk on. Whatever happened tonight—it wasn’t planned. He didn’t chase you. He didn’t force the mark. He stopped."

I looked away. "But only because I kicked him."

"Which he probably deserved."

"I can’t go back," I repeated, quieter this time. "Even if part of me... wanted to stay. I can’t trust that he won’t lose control again. What if next time, I hesitate just a second too long? What if he doesn’t stop himself?"

Sophia crouched in front of me again. "Okay. Okay. Then don’t go back yet. You stay here. For as long as you need."

I blinked. "You mean that?"

"Have I ever not meant it when I offered wine, rage, or shelter?"

A tiny laugh escaped me, shaky but real. "No. You’re alarmingly loyal."

"Damn right I am." She pointed at me. "And tomorrow, we figure this out. Maybe we track down that old healer lady. Alana?"

"Alara."

"Her. Or that Kaiden guy. You have a whole werewolf entourage now. Let’s use it."

I let my shoulders drop, some of the tension bleeding away. "I just... I don’t want to be scared of him. I don’t."

"You’re not scared of him," Sophia said. "You’re scared of what you don’t understand yet. Which, by the way, is all of this. So give yourself a damn break."

I nodded, curling deeper into the blanket. "I think I need to sleep."

Sophia stood and grabbed another pillow from the hallway closet. "Then sleep here. I’ll set up camp on the floor."

"No. I can—"

"Jazz, hush." She tossed the pillow on the couch beside me. "You’re not moving. I’ll grab my spare blankets."

As she disappeared down the hallway, I sank into the couch, breathing slower now, though the ache in my chest hadn’t gone away.

I looked out the window, rain still pattering gently against the glass.

I didn’t know how long Sophia was gone. My mind kept looping through flashes—his eyes, the tremble in his voice, the heat of his breath on my skin.

I didn’t even realise my fingers were still clutching the blanket until she came back into the room.

She dropped an absurd pile of cushions, pillows, and spare throws onto the floor like a nesting bird preparing for a storm.

"Okay, floor camp officially set up," she declared, brushing imaginary dust off her hands. "Now, question—rom-com, murder doc, or emotionally devastating drama we’ll regret in ten minutes?"

I blinked. "Is this really the time for Netflix?"

She raised a brow. "You’re not sleeping. I’m not sleeping. And we both need something that doesn’t involve fangs, marks, or men with unprocessed trauma. So?"

I exhaled through my nose. "Anything. Dealer’s choice."

"Wrong answer. Because that means I get to pick you watching a cheesy teen romance where everyone’s rich, dumb, and emotionally constipated."

"Great," I mumbled. "Just like real life."

Sophia snorted and grabbed the remote. "You’re in a werewolf soap opera, babe. You don’t get to complain."

The opening credits of some pastel-hued high school series started playing, complete with dramatic stares and lip bites. I curled deeper into the couch, pulling the blanket over my knees.

For a minute, just one blissful minute, it felt normal.

Then Sophia’s phone buzzed.

She frowned at the screen. "Unsaved number..."

She answered, bringing the phone to her ear. "Hello?" Her finger paused on the remote, muting the TV mid-cringey love confession.

I watched her expression shift instantly.

She straightened.

Stiffened.

And her eyes darted to mine.

I sat up. "What?"

Sophia didn’t speak. She lowered the phone and whispered, "It’s your husband."

I blinked, stomach sinking. "What?"

She nodded slowly, eyes wide. "It’s Aiden."