Chapter 1

After three consecutive months of receiving bed photos and videos from my Alpha husband's lover, I publicly posted all the intimate footage on werewolf social media.

My husband's mistress cried her heart out, screaming that she had no face to show in any Pack anymore.

The next second, Logan's call came through, his voice cold as ice: "Delete it."

I didn't delete it.

Ten minutes later, all my accounts were deactivated.

The entire operation—Logan only needed ten minutes.

Three days later, he came to me with divorce papers, his fingers caressing the back of my neck as he coerced me softly:

"It's just a trick to placate the little omega. Play along."

I nodded and signed my name.

He thought I would cry and beg him to come back like I had countless times before.

But he didn't know—I had long stopped wanting to be the Luna of the Blake Pack.

Half an hour after signing the contract.

Logan would never know how malicious the thoughts of his innocent, harmless lover truly were.

Even though I had already signed the divorce papers, she still hired three Rogues to ambush me on my way to my father's grave.

Claws laced with wolfsbane tore open my abdomen. I couldn't save my child—the last blood tie between Logan and me was severed.

The communicator shrilled just as I came down from the hospital operating table.

The anesthesia had barely worn off. The twisting pain in my abdomen and the burning sensation from the wolfsbane forced cold sweat from every pore. I answered through the pain.

Logan's icy voice came through: "Ella, move your things out of the main house."

"Okay."

I agreed readily.

Five years as mates, and he'd kept one omega after another on the side.

To avoid interfering with his trysts with his lovers, he had his deputy arrange a solitary cabin for me in Black Oak Forest, at the very edge of Blake Pack territory.

He said: "When I want to find you, I'll naturally send someone to fetch you. Without my permission, you're not to step one foot outside Black Oak Forest."

The last time he knelt before me, forehead pressed against the back of my hand, begging me to move back to the main house.

He said he'd reformed, that we'd live well from now on. I foolishly believed him and moved back to what should have been my home.

But one week later.

At Blake Pack's Blackstone Club, a young omega server accidentally spilled red wine all over Logan.

The omega stumbled to his knees like a startled fawn, apologizing with glistening eyes that happened to catch Logan's gaze.

I stood in the shadows on the second floor and saw the way he looked at her. I knew—he'd fallen again.

That night, he took that server to the penthouse suite of the club.

The news spread throughout the Northern Wolf Alliance overnight. Once again, I became the laughingstock of all the packs.

This omega seemed truly special. For a whole year, Logan never tired of her.

Recently, she'd grown even more brazen, sending me photos and videos of her with Logan for three months straight.

Every word dripped with her ambition to replace me.

Until three hours ago.

For the first time, Logan placed the divorce parchment before me, his fingers stroking the top of my head:

"It's just for show. Be good, don't make me angry."

My eyes reddened as I hesitated to put pen to paper.

No matter how outrageous his behavior before, this document symbolizing complete severance had never appeared.

But now, he stroked my head methodically, as if soothing a bristling kitten.

I knew better than anyone the consequences of angering Logan.

Just like this time—with a flick of his fingers, he could solve all the troubles for that omega named Mia.

So I signed my name, leaving only one word: "Okay."

Returning to the main house, I didn't see Logan or Mia. Old Mabel, the housekeeper, immediately approached when she saw me:

"Miss? How was the prenatal checkup? Is the baby alright?"

My face turned ashen as I shook my head. I had originally planned to tell Logan tonight that I was pregnant.

But in just a few short days, I had lost this child.

"I was attacked." Under Mabel's shocked gaze, I slowly spoke,

"Even if I hadn't been attacked, this child wouldn't have been born into happiness."

Before Mabel could respond, the main house door was kicked open.

Mia wore Logan's black trench coat, carrying a pile of luxury gift boxes, with a dozen bodyguards behind her also laden with packages.

Seeing me, Mia showed no surprise. She lazily leaned against my chair, smiling sweetly, though her words were laced with poison.

"I've never understood—Logan treats you like this, yet you still won't leave. What are you clinging to?"

"Yesterday I said I wanted strawberries, and he braved a blizzard to run fifty kilometers to pick them for me. Have you ever received that kind of treatment?"

I fell silent for a moment.

Yesterday was the memorial day for my father, the former Alpha of Blake Pack.

When I contacted Logan, he told me he was too busy.

Turns out, he was busy picking strawberries for Mia.