My Secret Divorce From The Cruel Alpha

Chapter 3

Word Count: 959 | Released on: 13/07/2026

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suite, the doctors watching like vultures, the way my own husband had bred me like livestock

You'll be cast out with nothing," Harlene

l absolutely not leave with nothing. I will make him pay fo

ft the Declaration of Rejection and the asset d

ather when I married into this pack, and my only true companion in this cold, gilded cage. After being used and discarded like an animal last night,

Eleanor sat at the head of the long table, her face stern. Karin Garcia, for once, was smiling

servant, placed on a large platter

is 'injuries' are finally healed, and you two can finally have a child. I'm so happy for you both!

ull of admiration, as if her ge

e was spinning for her too-the same sweet lie he'd whi

gerated flourish, Karin

oasted birds, roasted to a golden brow

rld s

the larger bird. The familiar small

s Cirru

d sound ripped from my throat. I shot to my feet, my chair s

ed at the platter. "What...

I had no idea! I just went to the back aviary and saw two birds. I assumed they were poultry mea

ing. After everything-after being drugged, bred, discarded-she had taken the

sed, wanting only to slap that s

rist. Cason. He moved with Alpha speed, blocking Karin like an impen

"Karin went out of her way to prepare supplements for you so yo

a heal

ing, his weight pinning me down while the doctors watched. To him, I was nothing

e utter contempt in his eyes for my grief. The last

coldly. "It was just an animal. A disposable pet m

rised us both, I wrenched

ng crash echoed thr

p. Her face was ashen, her eyes fixed in sheer horror on the smaller bird on

then escalated into an earth-shattering ro

She shrank back, her face turning as pale a

the most treasured relics left by Eleanor's la

making the whole room seem to shake. "Guards! Drag her to the Hall of A

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“"Strip her clothes off. If she isn't pregnant by tonight, every single one of you dies." Paralyzed on the cold bed, I watched my mate, Cason, drive a sedative needle into my neck. He made five doctors watch as he forced himself on me, breeding me like livestock. All because his "pure" sister-in-law, the widow of his dead brother, desperately needed an heir with the Hatfield bloodline to secure her position in the pack. I thought he was the hero who saved my life three years ago. Until I heard his mocking confession-he staged the entire deadly attack himself. I was never his cherished Luna; I was nothing but a "perfect meat shield" and a disposable womb. When I woke up from that nightmare, I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I quietly handed him a stack of "territory purchase" documents. Impatient to go comfort his fragile widow, he blindly scribbled his name without reading a single word. He had no idea he had just signed the Declaration of Mate Rejection and a complete Asset Severance Agreement. I thought I could finally escape this hell. But just as I was packing my bags, my phone rang frantically. It was the hospital. My father's condition had suddenly deteriorated, and he needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency surgery immediately. But when I tried to pay, I realized every single account under my name had been frozen. Before I could even process the despair, the bedroom door locked from the inside. Cason walked in. The aphrodisiac incense he had secretly burned in the room was already boiling in my blood, making my treacherous body tremble uncontrollably. He pinned me against the wall, his hand sliding down my waist. "Want the money to save your father?" he whispered, a cruel smile touching his lips. "Then be a good wife and give me an heir." Watching my drug-addled, desperate struggle, he leaned in and delivered his ultimate threat: "The only man in this world who can save your dying father... is the one standing between your legs right now."”