All Chapters of Divorce: The High Alpha's Greatest Mistake: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eudora Whitlock POV"Take your clothes off the floor and put this on," Leighton Ashford's voice cuts through the dim light of the primary chamber, cold and stripped of any heat.Eudora's hands tremble as she pulls the silk tunic over her head, her skin still burning from where his mark refused to take. The sharp scent of rut, white sage, and lingering sweat fills the heavy air of the Silvermoon Grand Lodge. Beyond the frosted glass of the adjoining bath, the roar of water mask the silence between them. Her legs ache, her thighs bruised purple from the sheer, merciless force of his hips crashing against hers moments ago. He had mated with her like a beast driven by dark instincts, taking her body until she cried out, yet his wolf had remained completely silent, locked away behind an icy wall.She bends down, her spine stiffening with pain as she gathers the discarded linens from the stone floor. She clears the remnants of their intimate heat, opening the heavy timber lattice to let the

Eudora Whitlock POV"The silver tokens are accounted for, and your shift log is logged," the elder stallkeeper at the Silverfang Market Hall says, handing Eudora a brass token. "You learn quickly for an Omega, Whitlock. Take your short break before the evening rush.""Thank you, Master Dawson," Eudora Whitlock says, her voice soft as she tucks her apron around her waist.The sprawling Silverfang Market Hall hums with activity under the glow of the lunar crystal lamps. Alpha traders, Beta craftsmen, and traveling Omegas pack the stone corridors of the Frostmere Dominion's largest trading forum. For three straight days, Eudora had worked tirelessly inside the Moonflower Hearth supply stall, cataloging rare herbs, learning the properties of silver-infused elixirs, and serving high-ranking pack members. She was the first to arrive at dawn and the last to lock the heavy timber gates at dusk. She needed the work. Deprived of the High Alpha's treasury by her own choice, she had only her hand

Eudora Whitlock POV"Sit back down on the stone bench, Eudora Whitlock," the iron-clad pack guard commands, his heavy sword clattering against his greaves as he steps across the vaulted doorway of the sanctuary chamber. "The Alpha Matriarch ordered us to track your every breath until the High Alpha returns."Eudora clutches the rough wool blanket around her shoulders, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.For twenty-four agonizing hours, guards had stood posted outside her room at the healer's lodge, watching her every twitch. Thelma Ashbury was terrified she would vanish into the wilderness with the bloodline. Eudora had spent every second repeating her frantic denials, desperate to protect the tiny spark of life inside her womb, but no one listened. She knew the brutal truth of the wolf packs. A severed consort carrying an unbonded pup was a threat to the High Alpha's legacy.She knew this child could not exist in Leighton Ashford's world. Yet no matter how her m

Eudora Whitlock POV"Is she still missing?"Alpha Matriarch Thelma Ashbury stood inside the pack security command center, her nails digging into the edge of the central console. The glowing monitors displayed dozens of camera angles across the Silvermoon territory, but not a single screen showed the rogue female.A cold, heavy aura bled into the room before he even stepped through the doorway. High Alpha Leighton Ashford entered, his tall frame clad in dark combat robes that absorbed the dim light. Two elite enforcement wolves followed half a step behind, their heads bowed in respect. Leighton didn't glance at the screens; his icy blue eyes fixed entirely on the matriarch."She will not be lost for long," Leighton spoke. His voice carried the rumbling pitch of an Alpha command, calm yet suffocating enough to make the air in the chamber feel heavy. "No rogue leaves Frostmere Dominion unnoticed.""Don't give me your cold excuses, Leighton!" Thelma snapped, turning on her heel. "Eudora c

Eudora Whitlock POV"Watch out, she's moving!" one of the pack guards yelled.Eudora Whitlock reacted instinctively, rolling frantically across the cold marble floor to dodge Oswald Beckett's heavy combat boot. Her inner wolf whined in terror, but maternal instinct took over completely.Oswald stumbled forward, missing his mark. He straightened up, adjusting his silk collar before tossing a glance toward the second-floor VIP balcony. "High Alpha Leighton, this little omega of yours has more fight in her than I expected."A dark, lethal glint flickered in Oswald's eyes as he turned back to face her. "No matter. I have all night to break her."Eudora scrambled to her feet, her breathing ragged as she charged straight toward the line of pack warriors blocking the exit. She shoved her shoulder against a guard's chest, trying desperately to break through the barrier of body heat and heavy wolf scent.A heavy hand clamped around her hair, yanking her back with ruthless force.Oswald slammed