My Alpha Mate Begged Me Not to DivorceChapter 1
My son, Kylo's last wish was simple: to see the ocean with his parents, a dream that should have been easily fulfilled. But Alpha Caspian Asmund of Bloodvenom Pack, my mate, never cared for us—neither me nor our son. I begged him relentlessly until he grudgingly agreed. Yet, on the eve of our departure, Caspian vanished, leaving us behind. That same night, Kylo took his last breath, his wish forever unfulfilled.
I buried our son alone, with no comfort from the mate who should have been by my side. Days later, I discovered the truth—Caspian hadn't left us for duty or obligation. He was with my sister, Ophelia Laurentia, in the snow-capped mountains, smiling in her Instagram post. Her caption cut through my grief like a blade, [I said I wanted to see the snow, and you took me thousands of miles just to find it.]
Without a tear or a word of anger, I packed my belongings and prepared to leave the life I once knew. But as I walked away, it was Caspian who broke down, his tears and pleas falling on deaf ears.
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It wasn’t surprising that Caspian would drop everything for Ophelia. I’d never been his priority—never the exception. To him, I was just the desperate, attention-seeking mate he was forced to take. How could I ever compare to my sister, his beloved childhood sweetheart? Between us, it had always been Ophelia he wanted.
I returned from the cemetery to the pack house—the place that was supposed to be our home. Yet, it had never felt like mine, not really. Caspian rarely set foot here, leaving it as more of a shared residence for me and our son, Kylo. An Alpha who barely even resides in his own pack house—how ironic. The one place that should have been his sanctuary was nothing more than an empty shell.
Kylo's presence lingered in every corner of the house, a haunting reminder of the life we shared—the life that had been stolen from me. As I moved through the rooms, I could almost hear his laughter, see his small hands tugging on my dress, begging for just one more story before bed. But now, the rooms were silent, and I was left alone to erase the traces of our time together. Each toy I packed away, each piece of clothing I folded, felt like I was erasing him from existence, and it shattered me. My tears fell unchecked as I clutched his belongings, my heart breaking with every item that vanished into the suitcase.