Divorcing My Cheating Mate To Become The Lycan Queen

Author: Alma

Chapter 1

Word Count: 927 | Released on: 13/07/2026

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oth, untouched. The steaks were cold. The Cabernet was uno

anniversary. And Vance hadn't

was supposed to connect mated wolves. Nothing. A flat, dead silence where his presence should have be

p my phone

ing. Vo

n. And again. Seven time

ipped my hand and said, "Find someone, little wolf. Settle down. Let us see you safe before we go." So I had settled. I had ma

litary was releasing their remains to family. All

eenth call

come with me tomorrow morning. It's my

ivate event. You call, call, call, like some desperate little barnacle glued to a man's hull. Do you have zero ability to f

. Dea

cked the number. Checked it

Maybe his phone was in he

ning. Then I texted my lawyer: "Prepare di

cadets roared "Duty, Honor, Country!" I held the wooden urn to my chest and wal

notification. Caroline Le h

each club in the Hamptons. Fo

rested on the small of her back. Her head tilted against his shoulder. His friends cheered around them. A beach party. He'd been here the whole time.

ind my ribs. The wolf my parents had

Hamptons. The Sho

t like a shield. The party was in full swing-music, champagne, laughter. Vance

ied. "Cora? What the h

riend answered instead and called me a barnacle." My voice w

ollowed him to the beach. Seriously, Taylor, don't you have a community college exam to fail? No job, no skills, no ped

ted her head with a pitying smile. "Cora, sweetie. A woman should be self-suffici

ine still staining her lips. At Vance's h

with another woman's husband at a beach party while his wife collects her dead parents'

Color flooded her c

Not at me.

sand with a crack. The lid split. A plume of fine grey ash puffed into th

n the sand like cigaret

ld went

en years of combat reflex, and my palm connected with

up at me, mouth agape, a red ha

ng down, my voice a blade wrap

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Divorcing My Cheating Mate To Become The Lycan Queen

Alma Werewolf

“On our third wedding anniversary, my billionaire husband texted me that he was stuck in a meeting. But a minute later, I saw his mistress's new Instagram post. She was sitting in his executive chair, wearing my dead mother's sapphire necklace-the only heirloom I had left, which my husband claimed he had sent out for a surprise cleaning. I didn't shed a tear. Instead, I went to West Point alone to collect my heroic parents' ashes. But when I brought their flag-draped urn back to our penthouse, my mother-in-law called it "bad juju" and physically attacked me to throw their remains in the trash. When I used my military training to defend myself, my husband didn't care that his mother had just tried to desecrate my parents' memory. He just looked at me with pure fury and yelled. "Are you out of your mind? Apologize to my mother right now!" Later, he even suggested we have a baby to make his mother happy, only to put me on hold a second later to comfort his crying mistress. For three years, I had endured his family's insults and his constant neglect, hiding my true self just to be the perfect, accommodating wife. I had given up my military career and my pride, thinking my patience would eventually earn his love. How could I have been so blind, letting them treat my family's glorious legacy like garbage for a man who never respected me? So, when his mother threw a hundred-million-dollar check at me to sign a divorce NDA and disappear, I didn't beg or cry. I calmly signed my name, pocketed the massive severance pay, and walked away to reclaim my brilliant life.”