Semua Bab Divorced, Now a Princess: Bab 1 - Bab 10

(Evelyn’s POV)“Sorry... If you use your healing ability one more time, I will have to leave you,” my wolf Ariella whispers weakly in my mind.My heart shattered into a million pieces. I sobbed and pleaded with her, "Please, Ariella, don't."To treat my husband's fated mate, my wolf has been drained of the last drop of our shared healing ability. She is too weak and can no longer stay with me.But my husband's voice in mindlink is sharp, impatient, “Hurry up, she needs treatment!” ...She, Emma.His fated mate. His true love. While I'm just his second chance, and a wife he doesn't like.Always ignored, always used.I am a werewolf blessed by the goddess, with unique healing abilities. I can heal many ailments at once. This is why we have such a strange entanglement. I don't mind being his second chance, marrying him with all the passion and love I had. I always believed I could win his heart, until I saw that woman.I heave open the door to Emma's bedroom. Logan sits on the edge of E

(Logan’s POV)The pain from the bond breaking is excruciating—it’s even worse than when the first mate's bond with Emma was severed. But I hold it in.Standing in the study, I grip the edge of the desk so tightly my knuckles turn white.My breath is uneven, the hollow ache in my chest so deep it feels like it’s pulling me into a void. No matter how much I try to ignore it, the absence of the mate bond claws at me, relentless and unyielding.The room is dim, and the late afternoon sunlight filters weakly through the heavy velvet curtains. It casts long, slanted shadows across the rich mahogany furniture and the shelves lined with old books—an oppressive stillness that only amplifies my turmoil.I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, but it doesn’t help. The bond is gone, and the absence of Evelyn’s presence—her warmth, her scent, her energy—feels like a wound ripped open in my chest.My wolf is furious, pacing restlessly in the back of my mind.“You actually let the mate bond break?” he gro

(Evelyn’s POV)I get into the car, slamming the door harder than I intend.My hands tremble as I press them into my lap, trying to steady myself. The soft leather seat feels foreign, almost too comfortable after the years I spent enduring the cold, unyielding packhouse. “I’m completely done with him,” I say, my voice wavering but firm. The man sitting next to me doesn’t say anything at first.Instead, he leans over, calmly pulling the seatbelt across me and fastening it with care. His movements are deliberate.“Welcome back home, sis,” he says softly, the corner of his mouth lifting into a gentle smile. The knot in my chest tightens, and I can’t hold back the tears any longer.My brother’s words, so simple yet filled with warmth, break through the walls I’ve been holding up for so long. I press my hands to my face, my shoulders shaking as I sob quietly. He doesn’t rush me. He doesn’t tell me to stop crying or that everything will be fine.He just places a reassuring hand on m

(Evelyn’s POV)I’m not interested in the mate ball, but out of respect for my father’s insistence, I agree to it.Since I returned home, he’s been so patient with me, never pressuring me to recover faster or making me feel weak for what I endured. Still, I know why he’s pushing for this.He hopes I’ll find my second chance, someone worthy, and step fully into my role as the next Alpha.My brother, Artemis, has made it abundantly clear that he has no desire to inherit the throne.His passions lie elsewhere, far from politics and pack leadership, and deep down, I know he was never meant for this life.But I was.I’ve made peace with my decision. I no longer care about men or the illusions of love.My focus is on my responsibilities. I wasted three years trying to win the heart of a man who never saw my worth. That’s over now.From this moment forward, my life is about fulfilling my duty as the royal princess and future Alpha.Still, my father and I agreed to delay revealing my identity

(Evelyn’s POV)I immediately guessed who was behind the news—it had to be Emma.No one else would stoop so low or have such a spiteful vendetta against me. The photos, captions, and twisted rumors painting me as a cheating rogue reeked of her desperation to ruin me. I wasted no time. “Get me the PR team,” I snapped at one of my attendants, my voice sharp with authority. Within moments, a team of palace professionals was gathered in my office, awaiting my orders. I handed them the phone and showed them the vile articles spreading across social media and news outlets. “Suppress this story immediately,” I commanded. “Issue a statement that these rumors are false and defamatory.” The head of the PR team nodded swiftly. “Yes, Your Highness. We’ll issue a cease-and-desist to the media outlets and demand they retract the story.” “That’s not enough,” I said coldly, my fingers tightening around the edge of the desk. “Make it clear that anyone who continues to spread these lies will f