Chapter 1

Isabella's POV 

“You should have knocked.” Alpha Brandon said casually. He didn't even spare me a glance as he fully got dressed then went over to the trembling lady on the bed and covered her with his huge coat. 

“What do you want?” He asked, turning to me as if I were an annoying omega who came to disturb his moment with his precious wife. But the thing is, I was his wife! I was the fucking wife and I had just caught him in bed with my closest friend! 

“I-I should have knocked?” I choked out in disbelief, my voice barely above a whisper. “Are you really saying I should have knocked?!” My chest tightened, and a huge lump formed in my throat.

I slowly turned to the person I called my friend who now seemed to be shedding crocodile tears. “Stella?...” I didn't even know what to say to her. 

“Yes, you should have knocked.” My husband still went ahead to say and at that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if he had gotten possessed. Yes, it was either that he had been possessed or that this was a simple prank. 

My husband was the best thing that had happened to me. Although our relationship started off as a contractual one, we quickly fell in love with each other. Our love blossomed daily, and I couldn't help but thank the moon goddess for blessing me with such a man who loved and cherished me. Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought that the husband who hated to see me in pain would one day be the reason behind my deepest scar. 

It was our third anniversary that day and after returning from the town's market with our cake, I came to call him. Imagine my horror when I saw him in an intimate position with my closest friend, the girl I used to call my sister from another mother. 

I was so stunned that I just stood there for minutes, unable to move or even breathe. I stood there like a fool as I watched my husband let out a satisfying groan after releasing his cum into the woman I once called my sister. Only after getting his satisfaction did the duo notice me. 

While Stella scrambled in shock and fear, my husband only scoffed. He rose from the bed and then began dressing. I never imagined the first word that would come out of his mouth would be ‘you should have knocked’ 

How was any of this happening?! The man literally FaceTimed me while I was in the market and was proclaiming his undying love for me. Could he have been saying that while my friend was giving him a hand job or something…because well, the time corresponded. 

As if seeing my man and Stella together wasn't shocking enough, my husband grabbed an envelope from the desk and handed it over to me. I didn't grab it. 

“W-what is this?” 

“That's our divorce agreement, I want this done and over with. Please sign it.” My husband voiced in a tone I couldn't even recognize. 

Tears brimmed in the corners of my eyes, but I tried my best to hold them back. I couldn't even remember the last time I cried as Brandon always ensured I didn't. He hated seeing me cry. 

I stared down at the envelope and then back at Brandon. So many questions filled my head but all I could ask was, “Why?” 

I didn't get a reply. Of course. Even in movies, they never knew what to say. 

However, before I could utter another word, Brandon spoke. His tone was dry, lacking any emotion. “I'm sorry you had to witness this. I wanted our divorce agreement to be without drama, Issabella.” 

Isabella? He used to call me heaven. He said I was his heaven. I don't think I've ever heard my name from his mouth until now. 

“Anyways, it's already too late. The deed has been done.” He continued, then peeled out the divorce papers from the envelope. “Please, sign here and here.” He uttered in a flat tone as if he were making a business deal at that moment. 

When he noticed I wasn't moving or saying anything, he finally looked into my eyes…he had been looking at every other thing but me. He let out a deep sigh and his features softened. “Isabella, I know you're in shock and you're confused but you have to understand that life can happen and that things don't always go the way we planned.” He paused. “Yes, I loved you, I truly loved you with everything in me, but that changed when I met Stella.” He glanced back at Stella then turned to me before continuing. “She's not stiff and boring like you. She's smart and tough. She has a great background, and most importantly, she has a wolf.” 

His features hardened again as if I had suddenly irritated him. “But you…you are nothing compared to Stella. You're just a wolfless disgrace.”

I gasped, but I quickly used my trembling hands to cover my mouth. Brandon would never say this to me. Ever. 

“W-when you FaceTimed me, why did you say you love me? Why did you say that when you already have a divorce paper waiting for me?” I choked out. Forgive me for asking such silly questions at this point, it's just that I was still in doubt. No, I couldn't even understand any of this. 

Alpha Brandon sighed, raking his hands through his hair. “Stella advice I say it, so you don't suspect anything. The truth is that I stopped loving you like a year ago, but Stella advised me to keep up with the act until you were strong enough to handle a divorce. You know how you kept falling ill from time to time last year, Stella was worried that bringing up divorce at that moment would cause a heart attack or something so we kept postponing it. She cared for your well-being.” 

All of a sudden, my emotions shifted from pain to shock and then to irritation and disgust as I stared at Brandon. He suddenly lost all the sparkles that made me fall in love with him and now looked so irritating to me. He now looked like a fool and I started hating myself for almost shedding tears because of him and Stella. 

Yes, I was hurt, the ache in my chest remained, but it was quickly drowned by something hotter, anger, disgust…a bitter satisfaction at finally seeing them for who they were.

A smile crept to my face and Brandon's jaw dropped. I heard Stella gasp. They probably didn't expect this reaction. They probably thought I would roll on the floor, bawling my eyes out and begging for a second chance. But I don't beg for second chances. Isabella Alexandria the First has never begged a fellow mortal. 

“It's fine dear, you don't have to say more. Like you said, life does happen so I don't blame you.” I uttered darkly, the smile never leaving my face. “Can I have it please?” I questioned, stretching my hand towards the divorce papers Brandon was holding. 

He hesitated but he eventually gave it to me. I smirked at him, winked at Stella, whose face had now turned pale, before I scribbled my signature on the paper and dropped it on the table. “There you go,” I murmured, my eyes locked on him. “Now you can finally be with Stella without the guilt… or the thrill of cheating. Let’s see how long the spark lasts when it’s just the two of you.”

Without wasting time, I voiced. “I, Issabella Crawley, reject Alpha Brandon of Moonshine pack as my chosen mate.” I felt a sting in my heart but I ignored it. Alpha Brandon hesitated but he accepted my rejection. 

I blew a kiss at both of them then turned to leave. However, before I could take a step forward, Brandon grabbed my wrist. “Wait.” I turned to him with a look that could kill and he immediately let go of my hand. 

“Y-you don't have anywhere to go to…” He uttered, his voice shifting from cold to something else…maybe guilt? It was soft, tender, almost cracking. 

I stared at him with a look full of hatred, my fist clenched so tightly in a fist as I said. “Don’t worry about me, Brandon. Worry more about how you’ll lead your pack when they find out their Alpha spent a whole year lying to his Luna…the Luna they all loved and cherished.” 

I spared a glance at Stella who was still shedding her crocodile tears. Her eyes were now red, and her body was trembling so badly as she kept muttering words I couldn't hear. I knew it was all an act as I had caught a smirk on her face earlier, but damn she was such a great actress. 

“Despicable fools.” I cursed and with this, I walked out of our matrimonial bedroom with my head held high, my heels clicking on the tiled floor. I didn’t look back. There was nothing left worth looking back for.