Chapter 3 of Alpha, You Signed the Divorce, Don’t Cry Now

Kristine's POV

“I—”

“Just be here. Bring a gift. It’s your father’s birthday. He’s expecting you.”

And just like that, the line went dead.

I didn’t want to go.

The Edelworth Pack never felt like home. I always felt like a stranger in that place, unseen, unwanted. My mother didn’t want me. Only my father showed me some kindness…

If that’s even what it was. Alpha Robert Hemington gave Ellena everything his love, his pride, his name.

And me?

I was the stray dog at the door, begging for scraps I was never allowed to have. Starving. Desperate.

It’s been three days since Hunter signed the rejection papers.

Three days since my near-death. And I haven’t seen him once.

I knew where he was. Who he was with.

Back then, I would’ve begged. I used to call him, ask him when he’d return to the pack house, ask if he was okay, pretending I wasn’t breaking inside just hearing his voice.

I tried everything. I painted myself in every color, hoping maybe—just maybe—he’d see one that matched him.

But the color faded.

Turned red.

Then dark.

And darker…

Until all that was left was black.

Now? I don’t feel anything. I’m tired of feeling.

I tossed the last of the boxes into the garbage bin. I’d burn them later.

I wasn’t feeling well. Maybe I was still healing. My wolf… she was still weak.

She’d been dying slowly from the moment we married. The bond that should’ve strengthened her, kept her thriving, had only made her weak instead.

Hunter never accepted us neither did his wolf.

And mine? She was fading. I knew if I stayed, I’d lose her. And without her, I’d die too.

We fed off the scraps of affection from the mate who never wanted us. And I was done starving.

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Edelworth Pack stood proud in the west of the werewolf realm, one of the elite packs trusted by the Werewolf King himself in Crescent City.

I wore a simple dress, nothing extravagant.

Even though I was technically the Luna of the Moonveil Pack, the most powerful pack in Crescent, no one outside the inner circle knew.

It was Hunter’s idea. His parents agreed. Even the council supported it for my safety.

But I knew the truth. He was ashamed of me.

Ashamed that I was his mate.

Because it was supposed to be Ellena.

Everyone around me wore luxury—shimmering dresses, velvet coats, silk ties.

They were Alphas, Betas, Lunas from known packs. No omegas allowed. No servants. No one here knew the truth. No one knew I was the Edelworth pack's real daughter.

My parents buried the truth to protect their reputation. They still let Ellena shine in my place. Still claimed her as their only daughter .

And me?

Just a mistake they were forced to accept.

How cruel.

I walked toward my father and bowed. “Alpha Robert… here’s my gift.”

One of his men took it from my hands. He gave me a nod. Nothing more.

I was used to it.

I thought the truth of being their real daughter would make me feel like I belonged. But it didn’t.

I remember standing her when I was ten, watching my parents laugh and adore Ellena. The one who stole everything that was meant to be mine.

I bit the inside of my cheek and turned to leave.

And that’s when I saw Ellena and Hunter.

Her hand curled around his arm like she owned him. He wore a sharp black coat, tie crisp, eyes calm. She wore lavender silk that shimmered under the lights.

They looked perfect.

Beautiful, even.

And maybe…

Maybe they really were a better match.

They were heading toward us.

My mother passed by me like I was invisible, eyes lit up at the sight of Ellena.

Hunter’s eyes met mine. I clenched my jaw and stepped forward.

To everyone else here, I was nothing but his personal servant.

How cruel. How unfair.

Once, I accepted it.

Just so I could be near him.

So stupid.