Chapter 1

I've been married to Alpha Connor for five years, yet he's never marked me.

For five years, he's had an endless parade of mistresses.

When he caught us in bed together yet again, Connor finally showed some reaction.

Only this time, it was me lying naked in bed.

Soon enough, he regained his composure and even thoughtfully tore open a condom for me.

"I told you from the start we'd each do our own thing after marriage. Glad you finally listened."

Then he smiled as he tore open the condom and handed it to the man on top of me:

"Be careful not to get her pregnant."

As he left, he even patiently reminded me:

"I'll be right next door. Have fun, and if you need any pointers on technique, feel free to ask anytime."

Watching his carefree retreating figure, I lowered my head.

This five-year marriage needed to end.

"Luna Clara, should we continue?"

The man on the bed looked at me, his eyes seemingly filled with pity.

I awkwardly got out of bed and stiffly pulled on my clothes, my heart sour and bitter.

I took out a stack of cash and handed it to him.

"I don't want a fourth person knowing about tonight."

When I came out of the room, Connor was waiting in the hallway with his arm around his mistress Yvette, looking at me with a mocking smile.

"I thought you'd finally grown a spine, but turns out this is all you've got?"

I froze and looked up at him.

Connor laughed.

"Clara, since we agreed not to interfere with each other, even if you actually had sex with someone else, I would never make a scene and cause a commotion like you do. Don't worry, I'm very generous."

These words made my breath catch.

Yes.

He was indeed generous.

In a situation like earlier, even if it was just an act, no wolf would say something so casually like Connor just did.

It was simply because he didn't care.

He didn't care about me, so nothing I did would stir any waves in his heart.

Between us, I was always the one who couldn't be generous enough.

That's why five years ago, when I first discovered him having sex with someone else, I showed a completely different reaction than his current one.

I smashed everything I could, cried hysterically, acted like a madwoman.

But Connor showed no excess emotion from beginning to end. He just quietly watched me and sighed:

"Clara, if it weren't for your father being the Alpha of Ironpaw pack, we never would have gotten married."

"We're just a political alliance between Dubois pack and Ironpaw pack. Why make such a spectacle of yourself?"

I felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on me instantly. My heart went completely cold.

Connor would never understand how I felt at that moment, just like he didn't know I'd had a crush on him since childhood.

Because I liked him, even when I met my fated mate at eighteen, I told him I had feelings for someone else and broke the mate bond.

He would never know that when I learned he was my arranged marriage partner, my heart soared like it was flying on clouds.

Because he said we were just a political alliance, I, his wife in name only, no longer had the right to even question his later scandals.

After bringing a mistress home to have sex one time, Connor told me:

"I'm not marking you because I don't want to be bound by the mate bond. That's also why I broke up with my fated mate. I still want to have sex with many women. Of course, you can also find other men to sleep with. We're just a political alliance. We can each do our own thing."

Facing one instance after another of catching him in bed with others, I gradually evolved from hysteria to calm, and finally to numb.

Like now, though I was still sad, I could finally calmly accept the fact that our marriage was coming to an end.

I looked at Connor, gathered my composure, and mimicked his manner, curving my lips into a smile.

"Sorry for the poor performance."

Connor froze, looking somewhat confused, unable to read me for the first time.

But Yvette, standing beside him, laughed out loud and said coquettishly, "Connor, how can you say that to Luna Clara?"

"She went through all that trouble to strip naked and throw herself into another man's arms just to get your attention, to make you jealous! How can she save face after what you just said?"

She pushed Connor toward me and poked his chest.

"You should comfort her! Look, Luna Clara is about to cry."

Hearing this, Connor glanced at me and smiled carelessly.

"It's just a political alliance. I have no obligation to comfort anyone."

"Deal with your own emotions. If you don't want to embarrass yourself again, don't do such laughable stupid things in the future."

He pulled Yvette's slender waist back into his embrace.

"I promised to spend tonight with you. How could I break my word?"

After speaking, he didn't bother looking at me again and turned to enter the room.

The moment the door closed, Yvette glanced back at me, her eyes filled with undisguised triumph and provocation.

Soon, intimate sounds began.

It seemed like they wouldn't stop until her voice was hoarse.

They knew I hadn't left, and I knew they were doing it on purpose.

I don't know how long I stood outside the door until both legs went completely numb before I stumbled home and called my lawyer.

"Draft a divorce agreement for me. Get it to me as soon as possible."

Since Connor kept saying it was a political alliance, it shouldn't matter if I changed alliance partners.

After all, which Alpha I married for political reasons was all the same, wasn't it?