All Chapters of 99 TIMES DIVORCED: My Alpha Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jodie Today, I, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, am divorcing my fated mate—the man the Moon Goddess chose for me. The bond still burns under my skin, but he’s made his choice. And it isn’t me. It’s my sister. I sign my name on the divorce papers, my chest aching as the pen lifts from the page. The moment it’s done, a wave of nausea punches through me. I clap a hand over my mouth, but it's too late. Blood spills past my fingers, splattering across the freshly signed documents. “Holy—” I choke out in a shaky whisper, panic flaring as I try to wipe the blood away with my trembling hand. Again. Over the years of this marriage, my body has only grown weaker. Lila, my wolf stirs restlessly, pacing inside me. She’s just as uneasy as I am about what’s happening to us. I’m still trying to dab the blood off the documents when my phone suddenly rings. Evelyn's name pops up on the screen. “Jodie?” Evelyn’s voice cracks through the phone the moment the call connects. “Where are you right

Jodie I left Evelyn's office with the test result and divorce papers in my bag, how ridiculous it sounds. But I rather with my head high than feeling like a melted marshmallow. I should get this over with quickly, my ticket is booked and my bags are ready. Walking to the door of Enid's ward again, my body shivers. My grip on my bag strap tightens. “Why won’t you answer me?” I hear Enid whine as I get close to the door. But Calden doesn’t say a word back. I pause right at the door. What unreasonable request is she making this time? But it doesn’t matter. He’ll give her whatever it is she wants. “No. I’m married,” Calden finally responds, and my breath hitches. Did I hear that right? Calden actually said no? To Enid? I’ve never heard my husband acknowledge this marriage for any reason, but he’s saying those words right now to the one person he’ll never want to hurt? A small, ridiculous hope flickers in my chest. I clutch my shirt. Could it be he is reconsidering the divorce? If so

Calden Enid will be discharged today, and I’ve cleared my schedule just to be here. She’s been through a lot lately, and after that last coma, her body’s been too fragile to handle anything on its own. She was born without a wolf—weak, defenseless—and every doctor keeps saying how lucky she is to still be alive. Lucky, because there’s Jodie. They share the same rare blood type, and because Jodie has a wolf, her blood carries some kind of healing power. That blood has saved Enid’s life more times than I can count. Still, Jodie’s been acting out, losing her temper over the smallest things. I keep thinking it’s jealousy again—jealous that I spend too much time with Enid, that everyone’s attention is on Enid instead of her. Honestly, I don’t get her sometimes. Enid’s her sister, and she is sick. What’s so wrong with donating a little more blood or just being patient for once? Jodie always wants to be the center of everything, always craving attention and affection like she doesn’t get

Calden After getting Enid’s hand treated, I follow the nurse down the corridor, watching as the small gash on her palm is carefully wrapped in white gauze. She flinches when the antiseptic touches her skin, and I feel that familiar tug in my chest. I move closer without thinking, my hand brushing lightly over her shoulder. “Easy,” I say quietly. “It’s just a little sting.” She looks up at me, her eyes watery, lips trembling in that way that always makes me want to fix everything for her. “I’m fine,” she whispers, but her voice is so small it doesn’t convince anyone—not even herself. Her parents hover beside her, fussing as usual, and the nurse assures them it’s only a shallow cut. Still, her father looks like he’s about to lecture someone, and her mother can’t stop dabbing at her cheeks with a tissue. “Let it heal,” I tell her softly. “No more running your hands on glass again, alright?” She nods, eyes downcast, and I can tell she’s embarrassed by all the attention. She is always s

Jodie Calden stands tall, and rigid before me, his stormy gray eyes locking straight on me like he can’t decide whether to scold or cage me. His jaw is tight, the muscle ticking as his hand slips deeper into his pocket. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice is sharp, calm enough to sound controlled, but I can hear the anger vibrating underneath. I meet his gaze, forcing myself not to flinch. “Since when did my endeavors matter to you?” Calden shudders slightly from my tone, then quickly pushes it aside. “It’s one thing not to wait for me after I said so,” he says, taking a step forward, every movement deliberate, “but hanging up on my call?” His eyes flash, a warning in them that used to make me lower my head once upon a time. “You really have no Luna’s tolerance.” I laugh under my breath, a bitter sound that's more like a broken scoff. “All that has done nothing for me up to this moment, there's no need trying to act like a good Luna and let myself die so pitifully