Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

Chapter 7

Word Count: 584 | Released on: 29/06/2026

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ier in the cramped office. The air was thick with the

cowering before him. He wasn't used to being the one on the back foot. He searched my

und n

Council audit that would undoubtedly uncover his theft of pack funds, leading to him being stripped o

ast-ditch effort to regain control through

blustered, his voice a

chair, unperturbed

member, requesting the compensation I am legally entitled to. Or would y

out, the words tasting

and, showing h

"Fifty thousand

itying smile on my lips. "Five tho

I were truly blackmailing him, I would have asked for ten times that. The fact that

rled, his voice a low hiss. "I never see your

d, standing up. "Give me the money, and you

mall, heavy safe box. He worked the combination with trembling fingers, pulled out a thic

e in front of him, I counted it. Slow

ade of purple as he

ou, Mr. Price," I said, giving

nd walked

l regret this!" he

e over my shoulder

guard, hovering nervously by the water cooler. He looked at

he saw I was unharmed. I

rt looking for a new posting within the pack. Things

ndness I could off

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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.”