Chapter 13: Divorce Him

ALEXANDER

I saw the flash of surprise in his eyes, but it lasted only a moment before curiosity replaced it. Raising his brows, he asked, “Were you in love with me before now?”

I pressed my lips together tightly. The image of a benevolent Alpha I had once carried in my heart had completely shattered. In my eyes, Damon was worse than a beast, and I had no intention of confessing the feelings I had once harbored for him.

He must have seen through me, because he burst into laughter. The sound of his voice, which once made my heart flutter and sent pleasant shivers through me, now grated against my ears and chilled me to the bone.

His gaze turned cold, and with a face twisted in disgust, he sneered, “Your love is nothing but a calamity, Alexander. Look around you. Everything you love is doomed—your mother, everything. You are a bringer of misfortune. The people you hate always prosper, but ever since you loved me, you have brought nothing but pain into my life. I lost the woman I loved dearly, and now I am about to face the threat of a powerful enemy...”

I watched as he strode toward the bed where I lay. I shrank back in alarm, but before I could understand what he intended, his hand clamped around my arm. Unease flooded me as he yanked me out of bed. I struggled, but he caught me by the neck and stood behind me, forcing me to look north.

“Ever since I was bonded to you, powerful invaders have appeared at our northern border,” he hissed. “Now tell me, what good has your love ever brought?”

Every word struck me to my core. The more I thought about it, the more his accusations seemed true. My heart broke under the weight of them, and tears spilled from my eyes. I was trembling so badly I could barely remain standing. When he finally released me, I collapsed onto the floor.

Alpha Damon looked down at me with contempt and sneered. “I wouldn’t mind if you starved yourself to death. That would be better. I’ll marry someone else—someone who can stand beside me, rule the pack with me, and lead it to glory. Then I’ll finally be rid of a gluttonous fatty like you.”

I looked up at him through burning tears, helpless on the floor. Pain coursed through my body, forcing sharp breaths from my lips with every passing second. There was no remorse in his eyes, no pity. All I saw was pure hatred and deep-rooted contempt.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. In that moment, I truly understood how pathetic I was—how pitiful, how useless. The helplessness I felt was so cold and absolute that I realized my life or death would mean nothing to anyone still living.

He scoffed. “I hope you make the right choice.”

Then he turned and walked toward the door. He left.

It was the first time Alpha Damon had ever come to my room only to leave through the door.

It only took a minute for the door to reopen before Christina stepped inside. The moment she saw me, surprise flashed across her face. She must have noticed my red-rimmed eyes, the helpless hatred burning in them, and the pitiful state I was in.

“My Lady,” she called out anxiously as she hurried over to me.

I didn’t resist when she helped me up and guided me to the bed.

I lay there in silence. The thoughts of ending my life that had consumed me earlier were gone. In their place, a fiercer fire blazed in my chest. I wanted to prove them all wrong. I was not just a glutton. I was not as useless as they believed. I was not some pathetic, wolfless Luna.

I wanted revenge.

“My Lady, please do not take the Alpha’s words to heart,” Christina said softly. “He has been under a great deal of pressure lately, so he may have spoken harshly. But please forgive him for his unkind words. He did not mean them. His tongue may be sharp, but his heart is made of gold.”

To me, however, every word she said felt like the exact opposite of Alpha Damon.

At that moment, I began to question why Alpha Damon had stopped my stepmother from selling me off in the first place. It was not out of pity or kindness. No, he had only done it to gain Tracy’s attention.

I could see the worry lingering in Christina’s eyes. She looked at me helplessly before saying, “My Lady, I will bring your food to your room, since you may not be able to leave your bed.”

I watched her silently as she walked to the door and pulled it open. Then I turned my gaze away. I could hear approaching footsteps, but I did not bother to look again.

My mind was already drowning in Alpha Damon’s words.

I heard my father’s impatient voice from behind me. “I was just here yesterday. What is it this time?”

I turned and looked at him. The annoyance on his face was obvious. Sober, he was a completely different person from who he became when he was drunk.

“Dad, I don’t want to marry Alpha Damon anymore. I want this marriage to end. I don’t care about the sacrifice,” I said, my voice flat and emotionless.

He stared at me in disbelief. Then his eyes narrowed, and a dark frown settled on his face as he said coldly, “If you’re sick, I’ll call the pack healer to check on you. Don’t stand there talking nonsense. What do you mean you want to divorce Alpha Damon? Have you lost your mind?”

His voice rose, anger sharpening every word. A vein throbbed in his forehead, his eyes turned icy, and the fury on his face was unmistakable.

At that moment, every grievance I had buried deep inside me came rushing to the surface. Rage and frustration exploded out of me as I shouted, “I want a divorce! If I don’t get one, I’ll kill myself!”