Beatrice’s POV
My hands were steady as I dialed the number.
The moment my lawyer answered, I didn’t hesitate.
“Draft a divorce agreement.”
There was a pause, then a sharp inhale. “Divorce? Luna Beatrice, are you sure? You and Alpha Clyden—”
“Just do it,” I cut him off, my voice cold. “It won’t be difficult. We’re married, but not mated. There’s nothing binding us. No mate bond, no true connection. Just paperwork.”
“But—”
“Do it.”
Another silence, then a resigned sigh. “Understood, Luna.”
I hung up. My mind was made up. There was no turning back.
The moment I stepped back into the packhouse, the scent of betrayal clung to the air. My body was still trembling from last night, from the things I had heard—things that shattered every illusion I had. And then, right there in the main hall, stood the woman responsible for it all.
Hannah.
She was beautiful, in a delicate kind of way. Soft brown curls framed her face, and her amber eyes shimmered with amusement the moment they landed on me.
Her lips curled into a smile as she stepped forward. “Beatrice,” she cooed, as if we were old friends. “I’ve heard so much about you from Alpha Clyden. It’s nice to finally meet—”
Before she could finish, an omega nearby spoke up. “Luna Beatrice cannot hear, Miss Hannah. She’s deaf.”
Hannah’s expression faltered for half a second. Then, just as quickly, something dark and mischievous flickered in her eyes.
She smiled wider. Mocking. Cruel.
She walked up to me slowly, tilting her head as if inspecting something pathetic. Then, with a soft chuckle, she said, “So this is the woman Alpha Clyden married.” She clicked her tongue. “Poor little girl. She doesn’t even know her Alpha would burn the world for another she-wolf.”
I felt my fingers curl into fists. Gods, she was disgusting.
Hannah let out a small, exaggerated sigh and placed a hand on her hip. “You know,” she mused, “I really should have mated with Clyden instead. It would have saved us all the trouble.”
She stepped closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.
“But it doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “He will always choose me, no matter what. He will always prioritize me instead of you. Do you hear me?” She grinned wickedly. “Oh, oops! I forgot—you can’t hear.”
She laughed, light and airy, as if she hadn’t just shattered what little dignity she thought I had left.
I stayed silent. I could have ripped her throat out. I could have snapped her pretty little neck with a flick of my wrist. But I didn’t.
Because Hannah wasn’t the one who had made a vow to me. She wasn’t the one who had pretended to love me. That was Clyden. So instead of wasting my breath, I turned and walked away. Let them think I was weak. Let them think I was a fool.
Because soon, they would see.
When I reached our shared bedroom, Clyden was already inside. He sat on the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed, his fingers moving quickly in sign language.
“Where were you last night?”
I stared at him, expressionless. Then, without responding, I turned away and pretended I didn’t see.
His scent invaded my space as he got up and closed the distance between us. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him as he buried his face into my neck. I felt nothing but disgust.
How could this man—this monster—who had stolen my son’s life, who had lied to me for years, who had just last night declared his love for another woman—how could he still touch me like this?
I stiffened in his hold. The warmth of his body made my skin crawl.
“Bea…” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
I pushed him away—just slightly, just enough to break his hold.
“I’m tired,” I said flatly.
He studied me for a moment, his sharp Alpha instincts no doubt picking up on the change in my scent. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, a knock came from the door.
Clyden sighed and moved to answer it.
And of course, it was her. Hannah.
She smiled sweetly, her eyes flickering to me for only a second before focusing on him.
“I missed you,” she said, voice dripping with affection.
My body locked up. The audacity. The sheer fucking audacity.
Clyden glanced at me, then turned back to Hannah. He signed, “Hannah wanted to use the bathroom.”
Liar.
My lips curled into a tight smile. I nodded once, turned to the bed, and pulled the covers over my body. I forced my breathing to slow, my muscles to relax.
I pretended to sleep. For a moment, there was silence.
Then—
“She’s sleeping now,” Hannah whispered.
“For a while,” Clyden muttered.
Seconds later, the sound of a door creaking open filled the room. The bathroom door.
And then— Soft giggles. A hushed moan. Then the unmistakable sound of lips meeting lips.
I clenched my jaw. I heard everything.
The sloppy, wet noises of their kisses. The rustling of clothes. The quiet, sinful gasps as their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies. All while I was right here.
They thought I was still deaf.
“Mm, Alpha,” Hannah moaned softly.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” Clyden growled against her.
I felt bile rise in my throat.
And then—
“Much better delicacy than that deaf.”
My hands gripped the sheets so tightly I thought they might rip.
A dangerous calm settled over me.
I had already been planning to leave.
But now?
Now, I would ruin them.
Because if Alpha Clyden thought he could betray me and walk away unscathed, he was dead wrong.
