Desires of a Werewolf

“Sign it.”

The word fell from Ethan Carter’s lips like a command rather than a request.

Amelia Hart stared at the document placed on the glass coffee table between them. The black letters blurred in front of her eyes.

Divorce Agreement.

For three years she had lived in this mansion as Ethan Carter’s wife. Three years of trying to be the perfect partner.

And now everything ended with a single piece of paper.

Amelia slowly lifted her gaze to the man sitting across from her.

Tall. Handsome. Cold.

The same man she had fallen in love with years ago.

But the warmth he once had was gone.

In its place was nothing but indifference.

“Do we really have to do this today?” Amelia asked quietly.

Outside the window, the evening sky was turning dark.

Candles flickered on the dining table behind them.

She had prepared dinner earlier.

Tonight was supposed to be their third wedding anniversary.

Ethan glanced at his watch impatiently.

“Yes.”

One simple word.

No hesitation. No emotion.

Amelia forced herself to breathe normally.

“Is it because of Olivia Bennett?”

The name tasted bitter in her mouth.

For the past few months, the media had been filled with rumors about Ethan and the famous actress.

Photos of them leaving restaurants together.

Headlines calling them the city’s newest power couple.

At first Amelia ignored the rumors.

She trusted Ethan.

But tonight told her everything she needed to know.

Ethan’s expression hardened slightly.

“Don’t make this complicated.”

Amelia laughed softly.

But there was no happiness in that laugh.

“So it’s true.”

Silence filled the room.

Her chest tightened painfully.

She remembered the first time she met Ethan.

Back then she was eighteen and hopelessly in love with him.

He had been kind.

Gentle.

Protective.

But everything changed after their marriage.

Their relationship slowly turned cold.

Now they were little more than strangers sharing the same house.

Amelia reached forward and picked up the pen lying next to the papers.

Her hand trembled slightly.

“Three years, Ethan,” she said softly.

“Did you ever love me?”

Ethan didn’t hesitate.

“No.”

The word struck her like a knife.

Amelia lowered her head, hiding the tears forming in her eyes.

Slowly, she signed her name.

Amelia Hart.

When she finished, she pushed the papers toward him.

“It’s done.”

Ethan stood up and collected the documents.

Without another word, he walked toward the door.

Just before he left, Amelia spoke again.

“Ethan.”

He paused but didn't turn around.

“I hope one day,” she said quietly,

“you won't regret this decision.”

Ethan let out a small cold laugh.

“Regret?”

He opened the door.

“I never regret my choices.”

Then he walked away.

The door closed behind him.

And Amelia’s world fell apart.

But Ethan Carter didn’t know something.

Something that would change everything.

Earlier that day, Amelia visited the hospital.

And the doctor had given her unexpected news.

She slowly placed a trembling hand on her stomach.

“I guess it will be just the two of us now.”

Because she was pregnant.

With Ethan Carter’s child.