Chapter 003: Sign Them!

Georgia:

My entire body feels weightless and numb. I try to open my eyes, but they’re too heavy, like they’ve been glued shut.

That’s when the strong, sterile scent of antiseptic hits my nose.

Wait… am I in a hospital?

“Luna, thank the goddess!” someone calls out.

The voice, so familiar, cuts through the fog in my head, and just like that, my eyes snap open.

I blink once. Then twice.

Everything’s blurry at first, but soon enough, I make out two figures hovering over me. Arielle, my personal maid, and the pack doctor.

They’re staring. Saying nothing.

Finally, my voice cracks out, dry and hoarse.

“W–what happened to me?”

The doctor smiles. “You’re going to be just fine now, Luna,”

A long breath escapes my lips. Relief floods through me.

But just as the relief comes, panic crashes in right behind it.

Anastasia.

The push.

The stairs.

The blood..so much blood.

Evans… running to her side, not mine.

My chest tightens as the memory slams into me, and I jolt upright with a sharp gasp, my hand flying straight to my belly.

“D–Doctor,” I breathe out, my voice shaking. “My baby… is my baby okay?”

The doctor pauses. Just for a moment, then says,

“I’m so sorry, Luna. You lost the baby.”

The words hit harder than the fall ever did.

No.

No, no, this can’t be happening.

This can’t be real!

“I’m truly sorry,” the doctor says again, reaching over to gently squeeze my hand. “You were bleeding a lot. If Arielle hadn’t brought you in when she did… we might’ve lost you, too.”

Fresh tears sting my ears.

Evans…

He left me.

He saw me in that pool of blood, and he chose her.

He didn’t even try to help.

He left me to die.

What a fucking bastard.

After everything I did. Two damn years by his side, only for him to toss me aside like I meant nothing.

I was bleeding out, and he ran to her.

The same woman who made me lose our baby.

“I’m sure you and the Alpha could… make another,” the doctor says gently, almost like she’s trying to offer comfort.

“Hell no!” My fists clench at my sides. “You think I want another with him?”

My chest rises and falls rapidly as I try to calm the rage surging through me.

“How long have I been here?”

“Three days,”

“Three—three days?!” My eyes fly wide. “D–did Evans… come to see me?”

I ask even though I already know the answer. The silence in my chest tells me everything.

“No. We reached out to him… but he said he had pack duties. He promised he’ll come by in two days’ time.”

I stare blankly.

Two days?

I almost died, and he couldn’t even show up??!

“Can I get discharged now?” I ask flatly. “I don’t want to spend another damn second in this place.”

“Not really,” the doctor replies calmly. “You’ll need to stay a few more hours, maybe fourteen or fifteen, just so we can be sure you’re stable.”

“Fourteen hours? That’s too much,”

“It’s for your health, Luna.”

I sigh heavily, pressing my lips into a thin line. “Fine then.”

My eyes scan the room until they land on my bag, sitting neatly on the shelf beside me. With a stretch, I lean over, grab it, and dig out my phone. My fingers fly across the screen as I type out a message.

Almost immediately, a reply pings in.

‘Got it, Luna. I’ll start drafting it now.’

Good.

***

Sixteen grueling hours later, after every checkup and confirmation that I’m physically okay, I’m finally discharged.

I make a quick stop at my lawyer’s office before heading back to the pack house.

Anger churns inside me like fire.

My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary, heart pounding with every mile. The moment I pull into the driveway of the pack house, I slam the gear into park and kill the engine.

But instead of calm…

I’m met with a sight I never expected.

I turn to Arielle, seated stiffly beside me in the passenger seat. She hasn’t said a word the whole ride..just biting her nails, eyes fixed anywhere but on me.

“Arielle,” I say. “What’s going on in the pack house?”

“I’m sorry, Luna… I swear, I tried to tell you—”

“Tell me what, Arielle?”

She finally looks up, guilt written all over her face. “That… the Alpha threw a party for Anastasia. It’s her birthday today.”

I freeze.

For a second, it feels like the air is sucked straight out of my lungs.

He threw a party. A party.

While I was in a hospital bed, mourning our child—fighting for my life?

Rage surges through me like wildfire.

Without saying another word, I snatch the envelope of documents beside me, fling the door open, and step out of the car. My heels click sharply against the driveway as I storm toward the front entrance.

Every step I take, the fury builds.

And when I finally push the doors open—

I stop.

My eyes scan the scene in front of me. Streamers. Golden balloons. Laughter.

And right there in bold, glittery letters: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANASTASIA.

I blink.

Evans forgot our wedding anniversary.

Only to celebrate hers.

With everything in me breaking, all I can think is—

God, I’ve been so damn stupid.

“You fucking bastard!” I growl, storming into the living room like a woman possessed.

Evans is by the drinks table, grinning like a fool at Anastasia, his hand brushing her back.

The moment he hears my voice, his smile drops, and he whirls around.

Just like that, the music cuts off. The room falls silent. The laughter, the chatter..all of it dies.

Every single person turns to stare.

“What… what did you just call me?” Evans asks,, confused, like he didn’t just hear it loud and clear.

“You heard me,” I say, my eyes locked onto his. “You’re a fucking bastard!”

And then, with a swift movement, I slam the stack of documents onto the table in front of him.

“There. Sign them.”

He blinks. “What… what are these?”

“Don’t act stupid, Alpha,” I sneer. “Pick it up and read for yourself.”

Gasps ripple through the room like a wave.

Anastasia’s face drains of color. Someone drops a glass in the background.

“And here I was, actually worried about you,” Evans only chuckles, shaking his head. “I still planned to visit you in two days. But clearly, you’re doing just fine if you have the energy to throw smug remarks at me.”

He offers a cold smile.

“Well then… let’s see what the hell this is,” he adds, reaching for the documents. “If it’s money you want, Georgia, save it. You won’t get a dime from me, not after the way you’ve disrespected me in public.”

I hiss under my breath, jaw tightening.

He glares, then leans forward and picks up the papers. Slowly, he begins flipping through them.

One page… then another.

His eyes narrow…then widen.

“What the fuck is this?” he snaps, voice no longer amused. “Is this some kind of joke, Georgia?”

“You’re not blind, are you?” I say coolly, folding my arms. “It’s exactly what you think it is.”

“Divorce papers?”

“Oh yes,” I say, lifting my chin. “Sign the divorce papers, Evans. I’m fucking done with you!”