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!"”