My Pervert Boyfriend

His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna

MAINUMBY

I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack. He was thirty-two minutes late. When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together. Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor. Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me. The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there. My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made. When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name. Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna. I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient. I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye. But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak. He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own. "You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me." Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow.

Werewolf Alpha Revenge Dark Romance

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“Shirina Louis, I want a divorce.” With a merciless voice and cold eyes, Carl Charles looked Shirina Louis straight in the eye. His handsome face, combined with his cold appearance, made his aura cruel.

Shirina Louis’s face paled, the movement of picking up food stopped in midair. Carl Charles’s indifference made it difficult for her to breathe, as if her heart was being squeezed by a painful barbed wire. She asked him, trembling.

“You divorced me because of Kaytlyn Louis… right?”

Carl Charles remained silent, not avoiding her questioning gaze. Shirina Louis asked persistently, her voice wet.

“Why do you have to talk about this on your one year wedding anniversary?”

“…”

“Carl Charles, did you ever… love me… a little?”

Their eyes met. Carl Charles’s deep black eyes were like a terrifying vortex. Shirina Louis felt that in the blink of an eye, he would swallow her whole. The pain in her heart made her whole body tremble.

She held Carl Charles’s hand, sobbing.

“I don’t want a divorce!”

Carl Charles’s brow furrowed, and he withdrew his hand, revealing impatient hatred.

“I have already prepared the divorce papers. You just need to sign.”

The divorce caused Shirina Louis to throw away her self-respect. She took Carl Charles’s hand and placed it on the raised belly, begging meekly.

“I didn’t sign! We’ve been married for over a year, and a baby is about to be born. Please don’t leave me... beg you, don’t leave me and your son...”

“Don’t touch me!”

Carl Charles shoved Shirina Louis’s arm so hard that she fell backwards. She frantically clung to the sheet of cards, causing all the food to fall on the floor. Hot broth poured over her.

Shirina Louis screamed in pain. “My belly… Carl Charles… my belly…”

Blood gushed out between her legs, making Shirina Louis dizzy and dizzy.

Carl Charles rushed her to the hospital. Lying in the ambulance, she reached out to grab his sleeve, imploring in a low voice.

“Don’t leave me... don’t leave me and baby...”

Carl Charles sat down to avoid her hand. The air in the car became stifling, and the nurses and doctors realized this couple was unusual. Shirina Louis burst into tears of shame. They took her to the emergency cesarean section. After thirty minutes, the sound of a baby crying echoed throughout the delivery room. The baby was born safely.

Under the effect of the anesthetic, Shirina Louis seemed to hear the gentle voice of Carl Charles. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here”

Surely it wasn’t an illusion. The divorce was just a dream. Shirina Louis smiled, peacefully sinking into a coma.

The moment she regained consciousness, the quiet room without a single person frightened Shirina Louis. Where’s her baby boy? Where’s Carl Charles?

“Bang.” Someone opened the door to the room. The nurse rushed into the room, glancing sideways at her, voice spiteful. “Huh! When you wake up, get up and take your medicine. Are you going to lie there and act like a lady waiting for a servant?”

“Where’s my child?” Shirina Louis grabbed the nurse’s hand and asked impatiently. The rough movement makes the incision painful as if it wants to tear people in two. She clutched her stomach and sat on the bed, biting her lip, wanting to draw blood.

“You move so hard that you want the incision to burst, right? Are you intentionally causing more trouble for us?”

The nurse scolded Shirina Louis furiously, not hiding her disdain.

“Your seven-month-old baby had to have an emergency C-section because of a miscarriage. Do you think he could lie here like any other baby? It will have to be raised in an incubator until its organs are complete. Huh, it’s true that the mother has her own child. The genetics are useless.”

Since childhood, Shirina Louis has always endured all kinds of insults. She only cares about her son’s condition. Although the nurse did not volunteer, she still showed the way to the intensive care room.

The nurse shoved an item into Shirina Louis’s hand.

“You dropped this object before entering the operating room. I looked for Dr. Carl Charles to return it, but I couldn’t find him.”

Shirina Louis recognizes her birth mother’s family heirloom. It is a rope with a pale yellow stone. She reached out to receive the item, but the nurse intentionally dropped it on the floor. The nurse smirked at her provocatively.

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