All Chapters of We’re Divorcing, Alpha (On Live TV): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The packhouse is exactly as I left it this morning. Immaculate, beautiful and quiet. It's always quiet. I've tried, once or twice, to make it feel like a home. I bought the furniture I liked. I added small touches of myself wherever I could. And Kael allowed all of it without complaint, but the feeling of 'home' never quite stuck, no matter what I did. I wonder, for the first time, if that might change with a child running around. Maybe I should try harder now. Because it would be way too sad for a kid to grow up in a house that feels more like a show home than a real one. I sigh and move through the halls with ease, my steps light despite the weight settled in my chest. Servants greet me as I pass and I smile back at each of them. When I reach Kael’s office, I stop. My hand hovers over the door handle. For one moment I consider turning around and coming back later. Finding a better time. I could try to catch Kael in a vulnerable moment—he does have them, occasionally, though h

"Elara." Beta Rowan's voice cuts through the quiet of the afternoon like something that's been sharpened specifically for the purpose of irritating me. I look up from the greenhouse bed I've been tending, brushing a smear of soil from my glove, and find him standing in the doorway holding a file and a pen. His expression is the one he always seems to reserve especially for me — somewhere between impatience and disdain. "Luna," he corrects himself, almost as an afterthought. Like my title is something he remembers only when it's useful, "These are the documents Alpha Kael needs you to sign." I pull off one glove and take the file from him, dropping my scissors onto the potting bench. My gaze falls to the bold title printed across the front page. Mate Or Break. Reality TV Show Participation Contract. I study it for a moment. Something about seeing it printed and official makes the whole arrangement suddenly feel very real in a way that Kael's cool, measured delivery yesterday did n

Kael's POV I have always been good at strategizing. I would consider it my best quality, even. Which is why, one week ago, when Andreas sat across from me and told me my approval ratings had plummeted low as fuck, I didn't panic. I simply turned it over. Looked at it from every angle. And then I started throwing ideas out into the void. The show was not one of my ideas, of course. It was Andreas who brought it to me—Mate Or Break, the kind of TV show that ordinary people watch on their sofas and form opinions about. Strong opinions. The kind that translates into votes. The concept is simple. Couples in the show participate in a series of activities and 'unscripted moments' as they spend weeks alone in some secluded area where they do nothing except talk to each other. Everything about it is designed to reveal the truth of their relationship. The audience likes authenticity. True connection… and love, supposedly. I told him I'd think about it, then I spent an embarr

Once the interview is finally over and the crew disperses to put the equipment away, Kael grabs my elbow and makes me look at him. "Good job there at the end. Look… this program has three evaluation segments," he explains, his voice low and businesslike, devoid of emotion once again, "You need to keep this same energy during the first two, but then we’ll work on ’falling back in love’ and you will choose not to divorce in the final one. That's how we achieve the intended outcome, got it? I don’t want to keep repeating the same shit over and over again, Eli. I need this version of you until I say otherwise, got it?” I nod, putting on the smile I keep for occasions that require a smile and nothing else. He holds my gaze for a moment, checking, I think, whether I have absorbed the instructions correctly. Satisfied, he gives a small nod and moves away. I watch Seraphine walk straight up to Kael, lifting her hand naturally to wipe the sweat from his forehead once again. Fuck her

Kael’s POV After my generous donation to the company, two separate producers personally assured me that the final edit of our interview would reflect the agreed narrative. They promised they would portray me as an Alpha who had simply become too consumed by the responsibility of his pack, leadership and ambition. They would show a marriage with distance but not damage. A couple with room to grow. That was the agreement. Today, only a few hours before I hand my entire private life over to public consumption, I sit in my living room with the two people I trust the most—Seraphine and Rowan, the closest thing to a family I have—and watch the official “first look” of the show. The interview episode to break the ice and introduce the couples to the public so they can start creating their opinions around them. A tall, offensively handsome man appears on the massive screen dressed in an expensive suit. “Three struggling couples,” he announces grandly while the monitor behind him