He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Hannah needs the master’s bedroom.”
For a heartbeat, I didn’t process it. Then I blinked, staring at him. “What?”
“She’s pregnant,” he said as if I hadn’t already known, as if that justified everything. “She needs comfort. The master’s room has the best view, the softest bed—”
“And I’m supposed to move out?” My voice rose, disbelief cutting through my restraint.
He sighed impatiently, like I was being unreasonable. “It’s not permanent. Just until she gives birth. You of all people should understand that.”
“I understand perfectly,” I said coldly. “You want to make her comfortable while your Luna sleeps in the guest room.”
“Zera, don’t make this difficult,” he said, rubbing his temples. “It’s for her health. You know I’m not a monster.”
My laugh came out hollow. Not a monster. If only he knew how that sounded to me now.
But I bit back every word, every truth I wanted to throw at his face. Not yet. Not until everything was ready.
So I forced my lips into a trembling smile and said softly, “Fine. Do what you want.”
He seemed relieved, muttering something about talking to the omegas to start moving furniture.
I watched him go, my chest hollow. The moment the door shut, I whispered, “You already did what you wanted, Alpha. You just don’t know I’m done letting you.”
After breakfast, I noticed how rushed he was, checking his watch, glancing at the door. Hannah’s voice called him from outside the house.
It made bile rise in my throat.
But I seized that moment. I approached him with a stack of papers in my hands. “Before you go, can you sign these?”
He barely looked at them. “What’s this?”
“Pack paperwork,” I lied smoothly. “Just financial approvals for the upcoming quarter.”
He frowned. “Can’t this wait?”
“No,” I said firmly. “You’re the Alpha, remember? The council won’t process anything without your signature.”
He groaned in irritation, snatching the pen from me. “Fine. Make it quick.”
I held the papers steady as he scrawled his name on the last page, the divorce decree. The very one that would free me from him.
When he handed them back, I smiled faintly. “Thank you.”
He didn’t even notice the edge in my tone as Hannah called for him again. He left, and the door closed behind him.
The second he was gone, I grabbed my phone and dialed my lawyer.
“It’s done,” I said flatly. “He signed it.”