Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

Chapter 7

Word Count: 694 | Released on: 29/06/2026

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ragged, the air in the cramped office su

m. He wasn't used to a blade being pressed so gracefully against his throat. He searched my

ely nothing. Jus

. On one hand, paying me off. On the other, a

athetic, last-ditch effort to regain control

!" he blustered, his voice

his is me, a wrongfully terminated employee, requesting the exact compensation I am legal

ut, the words tasting l

and, showing h

sockets. "Fifty thousand?! Ar

rving my lips. "Five thousand. Exactly. Three month

ve asked for half his stolen stash. The fact that I asked for a perfectly legal, meticulously calculated sum made my threat terr

ed, his voice a desperate hiss. "You never set

you'll be a distant, unp

esk drawer. He unlocked a heavy metal cash box, pulled out a thick stack of

ht there in front of his flush

ately. One cris

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im sit there and endure the agonizing humiliation of watching a

, tapping the stack against the desk before sliding it into m

business with

s!" he yelled at my back, a ho

st raised my hand and gave a little

ir of the facility felt different now. I had

hen at Price's closed door, his expression full of deep worry for me

ed at the old, loyal wolf who ha

king for a new posting within the pack. Maybe the southern borders. Th

shock, I walked out of the logistics ce

starting capital. Now, it w

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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.”