My Ex Left Me Years Ago Then I’m Married to a Billionaire novel Chapter 184

Skye’s POV

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“The final trial’s tomorrow, Adrian. We’re running out of time. Can’t we deal with Victor after it’s over?”

Adrian’s jaw tightened, his eyes dark with resolve. “No, Skye. We can’t let Victor slip away. If we don’t catch him now, he’ll disappear, and as long as he’s out there, he’s a threat to you. I won’t risk your safety again.”

“But-”

He cut me off, his voice low but heavy with guilt. “When you got hurt in the second trial, I should’ve paid more attention. I was so focused on the election I missed the danger right in front of me. That’s how Victor got to you. I won’t make that mistake again.”

The care in his voice, the way he blamed himself–it warmed me in a way I couldn’t explain. But I didn’t want him to carry that weight, not when the whole pack was counting on him. We’d fought too hard to reach the final trial.

“What about tomorrow?” I asked. “The trial’s a big deal. You can’t just—”

“I’ll call Elder Selene,” he said, his tone steady. “I’ll ask to push the trial back. Right now, you need rest. A hot shower, some food, a real bed. That’s what matters.”

I caught a whiff of myself and wrinkled my nose.

“Yeah, I do kinda stink.”

Ryder, leaning against the wall, chuckled. “Alpha, you take Skye to a hotel. I’ll handle Victor. I’ll track that bastard down in the next 24 hours, I swear.”

Beck stepped up, thumping his chest. “I’m in too. Consider it a welcome gift from us rogues to Oasisborn. I’ve been in Port Artemis for almost a year. I know every corner of this place like the back of my hand.”

“Good. Ryder, I’ll have Garrett help you. He can pull every security feed in the city.”

With that, Ryder and Beck took off with the others, splitting up to start their hunt. Adrian and I headed for a hotel.

We found a quiet place a few miles away, nothing fancy but clean.

As soon as we stepped into the room, Adrian’s eyes softened with concern. “You’re not fine, Skye. I know you’re hurt bad. Let me check you over.”

“Just a few broken bones last night, but they’re mostly healed now.”

Before I could protest, he scooped me up, carrying me to the bathroom like I weighed nothing.

“Don’t argue,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “Just let me take care of you. Those injuries? They’re on me. I should’ve been there,”

I didn’t fight him. The truth was, I was exhausted..

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Chapter 184

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In the bathroom, he set me down on the edge of the tub and turned on the shower, letting the steam fill the small space.

He peeled the fabric away slowly, his touch careful but deliberate, like he was afraid I’d break. His fingers grazed my skin, sending sparks

through me. My breath hitched as he traced the bruises along my ribs, his jaw tightening with every mark he found.

“God, Skye,” he murmured, “Look at you.”

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He stood, helping me to my feet, and guided me into the shower. The hot water hit my skin, soothing the aches but doing nothing to calm the heat building inside me.

Adrian stayed close, his hands steady as he lathered a cloth with soap. He moved slowly, washing the grime from my shoulders, my arms, his touch firm but gentle. Every brush of his fingers against my skin made my pulse race.

“You’re safe now,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. His hands slid down my back, careful around the tender spots, but the way his fingers pressed into my skin felt like more than just care. It was intimate, electric.

My body responded before my mind could catch up, a flush spreading from my face down my neck.

He noticed. His eyes darkened, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear as he washed my hair, his fingers threading through the strands. The sensation made me dizzy, desire curling tight in my stomach. I wanted to lean into him, to close the small distance between us, but I stayed still, letting the moment stretch.

When the water ran clear, he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me. His hands lingered, drying my skin with slow, deliberate strokes. Every touch felt like a promise, like he was trying to erase every bruise, every second of fear. My heart pounded, and I knew he could hear it.

“I’m gonna put a hundred holes in Victor for this,” he growled.

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