Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

“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.”