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Alpha's Regret: When I Want a Divorce

Chapter 4 The Transference

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: 22/05/2026

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ant doors swung shut behind Silas and his s

vinaigrette. Her eyes were wide, darting between the door and my fl

ad, she pressed her two index fingers

th spreading from my chest to my hairline. How was I supposed

well-e

three grueling years forcing down his

brush away the memory of his hands bruising my hips. "It ruins the s

territory that you won't smell their arrogance. But Lana, the rent in the Neutral Zone is extortionate. You're divorcing the richest Alpha in t

, Maya. I won't take a si

ep aside for that silk-wrapped viper Celine? I'm going to curse him with permanent

Too late for that, Maya. If anything, I had just ensured

e years," Maya said, her voice softening with concern. She r

e day, he'll wake up and realize he traded a diamond for a piece of coal. If you're short o

ortantly, they weren't assholes. I didn't stand on ceremony. I needed out, and I needed i

uldn't. Instead, I hailed a taxi and gave an address far away fro

hing but from the lower ranks, yet some

the Council have to come humbly,

t earth. Master Caspian Thorne-no relation to the Thorne sisters, a fact

but the warmth vanished the se

hell happened

s nothing." I pulled my hand back, tucking it into the pock

but he had the diagn

ark apron. "What are you doing here today? You usually only come

my left wrist across the scarred wooden counter. "Caspian... can you read m

ring fingers over my radial artery. He didn't use a blood pressure cuff

ck and the heavy thud of my own heart. Two minutes. Caspian's face, us

stool clattered backward against the stone flo

I had to do,

me loose, revealing the dark, angry purple marks Silas had left on the sensitive

-rot out of his blood," Caspian hissed, his vo

ue Alpha, for god's sake. He could have metabolized that residue himself with another six months of tea and

ders with hands that smelled of lavender and co

o take the 'residue' into your own body through the soul-bond. The poison hasn't vanished, Lana. It didn't just d

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Alpha's Regret: When I Want a Divorce
Alpha's Regret: When I Want a Divorce
“His ex‑mate had come back. The one he'd loved before our pack arranged this bond. I was just the contract wife. I knew my place. So I laid the divorce papers on his desk, calm and final. "Sign it. You don't need me anymore." He stared at me like I'd grown a second head. Then his jaw tightened, that wolf dominance flaring in his eyes-raw, territorial, furious. He stepped close, caging me against the wall, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Need you? I don't need you. I own you. You think you get to choose when this bond ends? You don't run. You don't leave. You don't get to divorce me. Not now. Not ever. You're mine!"”