All Chapters of Finally Divorced, I’m the Wolf Queen Now: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The nursery door hangs open, and I already know.I cross the room in three strides and rip back the blanket, empty, cold, the sheet barely dented where she should be curled up small. I drop to the floor and check under the bed. Nothing. I wrench open the wardrobe, throw aside her coats, her boots, her boots are gone too.I'm pounding on the nursery maid's door before I decide to. She stumbles out half-asleep, stammering that she checked an hour ago, Wren was fine, Wren was—I don't wait for the end of that sentence. I'm already moving, throwing open doors down the east corridor, checking behind curtains, under tables, my own voice tearing out of me raw and useless, calling her name into empty room after empty room. I hit the guards at the perimeter and grab the nearest one by his collar."Did she pass you? Wren—did anyone see her?"He shakes his head, eyes wide, and I shove past him before he finishes stammering an apology. I drop to a crouch at the tree line, nose to the dirt, and th

Seraphine's knees buckle the second Ronan turns toward me."Ronan—" Her voice cracks perfect and high, and she catches herself against the wall, one hand pressed to her forehead like the room's gone sideways under her. "I feel faint. The wine, the heat—"He's at her side before she finishes the sentence, an arm around her waist, all the sharpness from a second ago draining out of his face."Don't worry about her." Seraphine's eyes flick to me over his shoulder, bright and dry and nowhere near fainting. "The Luna heals fast. Everyone knows Alphas' mates do."I stand there with chains still biting into my wrists and think, I don't heal fast. I just don't bleed where anyone can see it. A monster doesn't need healing. It just doesn't break.Ronan hesitates, torn between us, and Seraphine tightens her grip on his arm until he stops hesitating.He goes. Of course he goes.I turn back to the man still holding the end of my chain like a leash, and something in me that's been folding smaller a

The gates of Wolf King City don't creak open like the ones I left behind. They part in silence, ancient stone grinding on some mechanism older than my father's father, and beyond them the city spreads out gold and glittering under a sky I haven't stood beneath in five years.Wren's hand tightens in mine."Mom." Her voice comes small, uncertain, eyes wide on the towers rising ahead of us. "Is this really where you grew up?""It is."Two figures break from the crowd gathered at the gate before I finish the sentence, and I know them the second they move, the same stride, the same restless energy I remember from childhood, older now, broader, but unmistakably mine."Elara." Thorne reaches me first, pulling me into his chest hard enough to lift me off my feet, and I feel five years crack open all at once against his shoulder. "You're finally home."Griffin's right behind him, ruffling Wren's hair before he even looks at me properly. "And who's this? Don't tell me our niece finally decided

Damon’s povFive years I had her under my roof. Five years I let her handle the pack's accounts, sign for shipments, manage half my father's business without once asking why she was so good at it.How could she possibly be the Alpha’s daughter? It must just be a ploy to lure me back into reconciliation.I never asked because I never needed to.I need to now. "She's not throwing a tantrum," I say, mostly to myself, watching the broadcast loop back to her face. "She's not gone."My father's still watching me, careful, the way he's watched me since I tore that cloak off her shoulders in front of the whole pack. "Damon—""She just needs reminding of where she belongs." I set the glass down and reach for my phone, already dialing the family lawyer instead of her. "And I need to remind her before somebody else gets there first."The council member stands in the doorway of my father's study, a scroll bearing the Moon Goddess's seal held out like it might burn him."The bond dissolution has

My father summons me to the training grounds before I've even finished my morning tea, and I find a man already waiting there when I arrive, arms crossed, watching me cross the courtyard like he's already decided I'm wasting his time."This is Lucien," my father says. "Commander of my personal guard. He'll be training you.""Training me for what?""For whoever you're about to become." My father claps a hand on Lucien's shoulder and walks away before I can argue, leaving me alone with a man built like a wall and twice as unreadable.Lucien circles me once, slow, assessing, the way I've seen wolves size up prey before they decide whether it's worth the chase."You've gone soft," he says."Excuse me?""Five years chained to another pack's rhythm, and you let your wolf go quiet. I can smell it on you. Weak. Buried." He stops in front of me, close enough that I have to tip my chin up to hold his stare. "You want to reclaim a bloodline, you'll need more than a crest and a last name.""I did