Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

Chapter 4

Word Count: 724 | Released on: 29/06/2026

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ighest order. No one, ever, spoke to me like that. I wa

ond. But the dull, throbbing ache in my chest-the physical manifestation of her rejection-reminded me that my hold on her was slipping. One

to cry. Silent, perfect te

voice breaking. "I didn't mean to c

race. I reacted on pure instinct, m

my glare fixed on Ciara. "She is my gu

impossibly level. "She sta

e, "we need to discuss the terms of my departure. I want you t

ensa

eva and I stared at her, dumbfounded. I had expected begging,

nd dollars,"

was a slap in the face. It wasn't a de

g ceremony dress," she clarified, her tone mocking. "Three thousa

r life together had been worth to her. My pride, my very essence as a

voice cracking with a rage I couldn't contain, ignoring

finally rising with a spark of heat. "A cage you can throw me i

their mark. I

e swayed on her feet, one hand flyin

wide with panic. "My phone...

nt, my own phone b

he screen read: 'P

e escalating into a sob. "Oh, Goddes

ing. The daycare director's voice w

eva, my voice tight. "He hit his head

th sobs. "Darius, please," she begged, clinging

g the entire performance with a de

the gaping, bleeding wound C

sibili

said to Ciara, my voice a low command

around Geneva's trembling shoulders and guided her o

she turned and walked calmly up the stairs to our bedroom. She pulled her s

ief on her face

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Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

Zhen Xiang Werewolf

“I woke up in a psychiatric ward, my wrists tightly strapped to a cold hospital bed. My Alpha mate, Darius, had put me there, telling the doctors I was emotionally unstable just because I couldn't handle his "friendship" with a widowed wolf named Geneva. The truth was, he was cheating on me. In my last life, I didn't realize it. I just cried and begged, fighting desperately for our fated mate bond. But my reward for being a devoted Luna was being locked away and gaslit. When a roaring fire eventually consumed our home, Darius and Geneva walked away without a single glance back, leaving me trapped under burning wooden beams to die in absolute agony. I remembered the searing heat, the smell of my own burning flesh, and his cold disappointment as I reached out for help. Why did I ever believe a mate bond meant he would protect me? Why did I let him strip away my dignity? Opening my eyes again to the smell of stale coffee and antiseptic, the desperate love I once felt for him was completely gone, replaced by ice in my veins. I got a clean psychiatric evaluation, walked straight up to my "perfect" Alpha in front of his mistress, and shattered his illusion of control. "Let's get a divorce. I want three thousand dollars in severance." This time, I'm not playing the tragic, abandoned mate. I am taking my life back.”