Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me

YELENA

"Was this for me?" I almost screamed as I stared at the mountain of files stacked on my desk.

"I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it too this morning," Nyra said, giving me that pity look she was so good at. "I guess he hates you so much and was looking for a way to send you packing from this hospital."

I let out a long sigh and sank into my chair. "Who wouldn't hate a mate that rejected him?" I muttered under my breath. Then louder, "He won't succeed in whatever game he's playing. I'll show him I'm the Luna of this pack and I can do anything."

"Sure you will," Nyra said with a smirk, pinching my cheek like I was five. "He has no idea how strong you are."

"Nyra," I groaned, swatting her hand away.

She laughed and started flipping through the files, counting like they were cards. "One, two, three..." She snatched a few before I could stop her.

"You don't have to do that. I'll handle them myself."

She stared at me like I just told her I wanted to clean the whole packhouse with a toothbrush. "You can't," she said with a wicked grin. "I'll come back for more once I'm done with these. He's nothing compared to us." She winked dramatically.

I couldn't help but laugh. That was Nyra. Always dramatic, always ready to start a rebellion.

Before I could reply, another nurse walked in, smiling from ear to ear. "I can help too, Luna."

I blinked. "You can?"

"Of course." She didn't wait for my approval before grabbing four files. "He shouldn't be stressing our Luna just because you're with our Alpha."

I stared at her, stunned, as she smiled and hurried off.

Normally, the nurses liked me. Some whispered behind my back, sure but none of them had ever gone out of their way like this. This felt different. Like they suddenly remembered I wasn't just one of them, I was Luna.

Before I could process that, another nurse rushed in, panicking. "Luna! Help me!" she gasped, shaking. "My patient isn't moving. I don't know if it's the drug, the injection, or..."

"Okay, okay, calm down." I stood immediately. "Take a deep breath."

She tried. Failed. She tried again.

"Good. Now let's go see him," I said, leading the way to the ward.

Inside, the patient was pale but breathing faintly. A few minutes of quick work and he finally relaxed into sleep.

"Thank you so much, Luna," Anne said, relief washing over her face. "What would I do without you?"

I smiled softly. "You'll do amazingly, Anne. Just remember, no one's above mistakes. You did the right thing by calling for help." I patted her cheek, and she blushed red as a tomato.

Walking back to my desk, I blinked in surprise. The files... they were almost all done. I frowned and checked the first one... patient name, symptoms, next appointment, everything filled out. Then another. And another.

Before I could question my sanity, Nyra's hand landed on mine. "Don't stress yourself, Lena. Everything's already done. You just have to deliver them to the doctor."

I looked up at her, stunned. "Don't tell me you did the rest?"

She shook her head proudly. "Of course not. The other nurses took some and finished them too. They adore you. Guess they've been waiting for you to finally become their Luna."

My heart softened. "Thank you." I threw my arms around her neck in a tight hug.

"Hey, hey! Don't strangle me, crazy wolf!" she choked, laughing.

I tightened my grip just to annoy her. "Say you love me!"

"Ahh! Okay! I love you, now let go!"

I laughed and pulled away. She rubbed her neck dramatically. "I'll report you to Alpha Tristan for this abuse."

"Please do," I teased. "Maybe he'll ban me from work for a week."

She gasped. "Then I'd have to deal with everything alone? Never mind."

I shook my head, grinning as I gathered the finished files. Some slipped from my grip and scattered across the floor.

"Be careful, clumsy Luna," Nyra muttered, bending to help.

We both froze when a piercing scream echoed from the reception area.

"Please help us! Someone help!"

We ran toward the noise. The scent of fear and blood filled the air. A young boy was being carried in, limp and pale, his mother crying as nurses rushed to assist. My chest clenched at the sight.

"Come on, Lena, let's go," Nyra urged, tugging my arm.

"Wait," I said softly, my gaze drawn outside through the glass doors.

A sleek black SUV, one that screamed Alpha royalty pulled up to the front. The car door opened, and out stepped a woman dressed in royal blue.

She had dark hair pulled into a perfect twist, her heels clicking sharply against the tiles. Her aura hit me before her scent did... authority, arrogance, power.

"Is that who I think it is?" Nyra whispered beside me.

I swallowed hard. "Yes, It's her. Alpha Tristan's younger sister."

Nyra's eyes widened. "Marie?"

I nodded, still staring.

"Do you think she came here for you?"

"I don't know," I said quietly, though my gut twisted.

Marie had come back... and Tristan hadn't told me? Not a word.

Why?

"Luna, the doctor asked for a file," a nurse called from behind.

"Oh. Right." I turned, forcing my legs to move even though my mind was spinning.

"Go," Nyra said with a grin. "And face him with your chest high."

I snorted. "You and your big mouth."

Still, I straightened my shoulders and walked into his office.

Jackson was behind his desk, pen in hand, pretending to read something or whatever he thought he was doing. His scent filled the room, earthy, strong, infuriatingly familiar.

I dropped the files on his table.

He looked up slowly, his eyes annoyed and sharp. "Did I tell you to drop them?"

I arched my brow. "What else was I supposed to do? Look at them? Eat them?"

His jaw clenched. His eyes flashed black for a second before he controlled himself.

He didn't take the bait. "I asked for a file, and you brought everything. Have you done them all?" His voice was calm, but I could hear the disbelief buried in it.

"Yes," I said flatly.

He leaned back, studying me. "How did you manage to do that fast?"

"Was that what you wanted to ask? Not the file?"

A muscle jumped in his jaw. "You've grown bold just because you're Luna."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, I've always been bold. You just never noticed."

His nostrils flared, and for a brief moment, I saw something flicker behind his eye, something that looked a lot like hatred.

Then it vanished.

He picked up the files, flipping through them. "I'll have to check these myself. I don't believe you can do a good job."

"Please do," I said sweetly, turning toward the door. "If you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

He gave a short nod, pretending I didn't get under his skin. But I saw the vein pulsing in his temple.

As soon as I stepped out of his office, the air in the hallway felt heavier. My mind wasn't on him anymore, it was on Marie.

Tristan's sister. His precious little princess.

What was she doing here?

The question burned through me, louder than my heartbeat.

And when I turned the corner, I froze.

Because standing right in front of the reception area, smiling like she owned the place, was Marie.

And her eyes, cold, calculating, and way too familiar landed directly on me.