His Daring Wife

KILLIAN’S POV

She hit me.

I caressed my cheek; disbelief shook every corner of my body, the realization carving its mark into my heart. 

My wife hit me. No one had dared. Not even my own mother.

“Freya.” It felt like a chant on my lips. 

She wasn't like this.

“Alpha…”

“What!” I snapped, facing Hansel, my beta.

Hansel moved back, pressing his lips together.

I sighed, adjusting my collar, and fell back into my seat. A cool silence washed over my study, except for the momentary hum of the AC and the faint breath I took. 

Massaging my temples, I exhaled. “What is it, Hansel?”

Hansel didn’t answer; I narrowed my gaze at him. He didn’t dare move a muscle.

I noticed the file he was holding at his side. Motioning toward it, I mumbled, “Give it to me.”

Hansel nodded, placing the file in my palm. I pushed the other untouched file resting on my desk for heaven knows how long.

Since I got here, my wife had been the only thing on my mind. And it was sickening. Tearing me apart.

“I hate you.”

It sliced my chest in half, but her words didn’t bother me. It was the look she gave. The way her once-gentle eyes, that once held softness, care, and love, now carried such disdain.

My hand squeezed the file, pushing those thoughts aside. I scanned the file .

“On your request, I compiled the Masked Doctor’s handwritten prescriptions and formulas for you to review,” he said, moving closer.

Nodding, I brushed my hands through the writing. A sense of familiarity settled in my chest, which was part of the reason I had asked Hansel to bring the notes.

“Where have I seen this written before?” I whispered.

“Alpha, it’s the Masked Doctor’s writing. You saw it just a few hours ago,” Hansel reminded me.

I shook my head, trying to place where I’d seen this before. Either way, it didn’t matter—I had more pressing concerns. 

Hansel sensing my pause, glanced at me. “Is there a problem?”

Most doctors are very particular about their notes. Medicine is competitive. One wrong move, and all your hard work could be plagiarized.

“Forget it.”

I shifted my focus to skimming the pages, the data, and just like earlier, something nudged at my chest. 

My eyes caught a set of figures, then flickered to the dosages.

Seeing the way I paused over it, Hansel crouched down. “Alpha, do you think there’s a problem with the drafts?”

I waved him off, not wanting to give him the first hint of concern. “Nothing yet.”

Yet, even as I dismissed it, my eyes returned to the notes. There it was again—a discrepancy in dosage calculations, tiny, almost imperceptible mistakes.

I let my hands brush over the notes, feeling their surface. This note didn’t seem recent. Why would she hand over something that could taint her image?

“Alpha, there are errors in the notes.”

I smirked. “You’re right.”

Nothing gets past Hansel’s eyes. He indeed deserved to be by my side. 

As the CEO of V’s Biotech Holdings—a conglomerate with subsidiaries in pharmaceuticals, biotech, genetics, and medical services—Hansel must have picked up a thing or two about medicine staying so long with me.

“Hansel, I’ll have to give you a raise.” I nodded, setting the file on the table. 

Hansel’s eyes lit up, but he kept his face straight. “Thank you, Alpha.”

Publicly, V’s Biotech Holdings is a respected medical empire. Privately, it’s my tool for control, influence, and survival.

“Hansel, what’s the rate for wolfless pups this month?” I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

“There was a slight spike—currently Ten percent.”

Hansel’s words nudged my chest because I knew this was just the beginning. Wolves would grow weaker ten years from now, and for a solution, V’s Biotech Holdings would turn to medicine, leading to the great disaster—MoonFire.

If the Masked Doctor could join our team, we might find a solution to future problems and hopefully discover the cause of the dwindling wolf population. Maybe help Freya awaken her wolf, so she wouldn’t have to suffer.

“Keep an eye on the Masked Doctor,” I said, narrowing my eyes toward my watch.

“Alpha, do you think Beta Vivian brought a fake?” Hansel shifted.

I trust Vivian. We have known each other since we were children.

“Just keep an eye on the Masked Doctor. There’s too much at stake, and nothing can go wrong.”

I must be able to save my people in this life.

Focusing back on the time, I frowned. “My wife…did she bring anything here?”

Hansel blinked, clueless. He shook his head.

My fist balled. Every morning, she prepared warm tea laced with herbs to nourish my wolf. At noon, she brought lunch, handmade by her. I didn’t trust her cooking, yet she brought it every day.

I jolted upright, and Hansel scurried to keep up. 

Kale—my wolf, churned his energy within me, fueling the storm in my chest. “Where is my wife?”

Hansel’s head fell; he swallowed. “I heard from the servants—the Luna is currently with the Matriarch.”

My chin tightened, kicking the chair aside. Hansel’s heel clicked beside me, barely trying to keep up.

Just as I reached my mother’s dining hall, a guard reached out. Though he trembled when I tilted my head, he kept his posture rigid.

“Alpha, I’m sorry for the intrusion, but the Matriarch has given—”

I seized his shirt, forcing him up to my level. My face twisted, kale brimming under my skin.

“Move.”

With those words, I tossed him aside. He landed on the floor with a heavy thud that shook the ground beneath my feet.

Hansel rushed to open the door. I took a step forward, and the first word I heard made my blood run cold.