Super Eyepatch Wolf Divorce Novels & Stories

Kane’s POV “...This marriage was only meant to last for a year...In a few months, you’ll have your freedom back...We can go our separate ways...Pretend that all of this never happened...” Evelyn’s cruel words echoed through my head like a song on a broken record player. For the first time in years, I actually felt truly aligned with my wolf. The two of us were seething—utterly manic with vexation. ‘She’s considering divorce!’ my wolf snarled.

My state of pleasure was suddenly snapped when the wolf grazed its canines along my neck and nibbled my ear just like he used to do ! Fuck no ! I rolled our bodies over and quickly stood on my fours while taking an aggressive stance in front of the majestic jet black wolf that stood in front of me. All the sextuplets had jet black wolves with a unique white star patch on their foreheads and limbs. As soon as our eyes met, a blinding silvery spark clouded our eyes and we both said “MATE” together. Hell no ! Not this cheating bastard. Annoying piece of shit. I would rather die !!

“Of course I care, Julie. But love doesn’t build empires or secure council seats. I sacrificed my son’s memory by marrying you off to Lightsky so I could finally have the support I needed for the Continental Shifter Council election. And now, with the vote just weeks away, you want to throw it all away with talk of divorce? You want to ruin me?” “I’m not trying to ruin you,” I whispered, my voice thick with tears. “I’m trying to survive. My wolf is dying. I collapsed in front of the entire pack. Raynard laughed at me when I mentioned divorce. He won’t even look at me properly. What am I supposed to do?”

He looks worried, and I shake my head, making him sigh. “We agreed that the terms of our contract were broken and that we would each go our separate ways. We just never really officially started the divorce proceedings or whatever. I’m not sure if that counts as rejection.” I frown and he seems relieved. “Well, we can spin that as a rejection. You have to remember, Lyra, werewolf laws work differently to human ones. You don’t have to be officially divorced to be single according to our laws. We will be able to sign a mate contract to protect our pup.” If that is supposed to calm me down … It doesn’t.

“I thought you would have been happy about this divorce…” I was shell-shocked at her words. “Why the fuck would I be happy about losing my wife?” I asked her. “Because you can finally be with someone on your level. Not someone wolfless…” “I already told you; I don’t care about shit like that,” I told her, cupping her face in my hands once again so she had no choice but to look into my eyes. “Whether you have a wolf or not, doesn’t matter to me, baby. You are not weak. You are the strongest woman I know and I’m proud to have you as my wife and Luna of my pack.”

Instead, I curled my arm around her waist while tucking her loose strands behind her ear. “For us, baby…” I cooed, though it didn’t shake off the skepticism dancing on her brows. “Us?” she huffed. “Derrick, if this is your way of fixing–” I pressed my index finger against her lips, stealing her breath away. She didn’t try to fight me, and I took that as a good sign. “I met the doctor today…” I started, and worry glinted in her eyes. “Turns out I have wolf dissonance. It’s a condition where my wolf is relapsing due to separation from my mate–”

He didn't smile back. The dinner limped forward, conversations restarting in fits and starts. I made small talk with the wolf beside me, laughed at the appropriate moments, played the role I'd been playing for months. Vanessa Wolfe, loyal pack member. Vanessa Wolfe, professional and competent. Vanessa Wolfe, who definitely wasn't selling out her Alpha to a rival pack to pay for her brother's cancer treatments. My phone buzzed in my lap. Dad: Parking garage. Five minutes. Don't be late. My stomach twisted, but my hand remained steady as I set down my fork.

A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs. "Tristan!" Shunee screamed and sprinted to him instantly glowing casting an orb of protection over the injured Royal. "MATE!" Rex’s wolf bounded to his side, but bounced off Shunee's orb. Not liking being kept apart from Tristan even for healing, so he paced a circle around him and the beta, waiting for his mate to wake up. The other wolves ran ahead and chased down the Rogues that followed Tristan back to the Pack and questioned them in the Council lock down.

The last thing he needed was to have a police officer stopping him to give him a speeding ticket. That reminded him that the twit they dealt with in the Black Hole Café was an officer and April was in the same position as Sapphire, with unwanted attention from a Vagas Moon Pack wolf. How were these wolves raised? One would think they were raised in the wild with no manners or respect. He needed to find out who that wolf was and deal with them. It wasn’t right for the wolf to treat any woman like that, but Hayden was the last person to admit he was becoming territorial of April. Which was crazy because he didn’t know whether she was seeing anyone or married. For all he knew, she could be marr

I took a step back, and blinked my traitor eyes repeatedly, which were ready to spill any moment. “Seriously, Zuriel. I am done with you. If you want to take revenge, go ahead and kill me. You wish to marry a she-wolf, best wishes for your future.” As our relationship was over, it was necessary to end it officially. “You are free from my side, Alpha Zuriel Scott. I reject you as my soulmate.” This method of werewolf divorce was brutally painful, as mentioned by Ivy, but it was nothing before what I had endured until now.