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The divorce papers were still warm in my hand when my husband's mistress walked down the stairs wearing my Luna crown. "Sign it, Serena," Knox said, not even looking at me. "You have ten minutes to leave the packhouse." Three years. Three years I had given the Ironveil Pack — healing their sick, training their orphans, managing their finances while Knox took the credit. Three years of marriage to an Alpha who never once marked me, who flinched every time I reached for his hand, who locked his bedroom door on our wedding night and every night after. And now I knew why. His chosen mate, Bianca Hale, descended the staircase in a silk robe that barely covered her pregnant belly. She placed her hand on Knox's arm with the casual possessiveness of someone who had been doing it for a long time — much longer than I had known. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be," Bianca said sweetly, rubbing her bump. "Knox and I are expecting his heir. The pack needs a real Luna, not a placeholder." The pack elders sat in a row behind the dining table, their faces carved from stone. Not one of them spoke in my defense. Elder Mathis, whose granddaughter I had saved from a fever that nearly killed her, stared at the floor. Elder Pryne, who had once called me "the best thing to happen to Ironveil," picked at his nails. I looked at Knox — really looked at him. His jaw was set, his dark eyes cold and unfamiliar. This was the man I had loved since I was sixteen. The man who had proposed under the blood moon, promising me eternity. "How long?" My voice came out steadier than I expected. Knox's eyes flickered. "How long what?" "How long have you been with her?" Silence. Bianca answered for him, her smile widening. "Since before your wedding, actually. Who do you think picked out your dress? I wanted to make sure you looked decent enough for the photos. Knox needed a Luna from a strong bloodline on paper, and your father's name served that purpose. But let's be honest, Serena — you were never really his wife." The words landed like claws across my chest. I looked down at the divorce papers. The terms were clear: I would leave with nothing. No settlement, no property, no pack protection. The official reason listed was "failure to produce an heir and incompatibility." Not the truth. Never the truth. "The real reason you're divorcing me," I said slowly, "is because she's pregnant. And you need to mark her before the baby is born, or the heir won't be recognized by pack law." Knox's jaw tightened. That was confirmation enough. I picked up the pen. Every elder leaned forward. Bianca's fingers curled tighter around Knox's arm. I signed. But as I set the pen down, I held Knox's gaze and said words I had kept buried for three years. "You will regret this, Knox. Not because of what you're losing — but because you never once bothered to find out what you had." He scoffed. "And what exactly did I have?" I smiled, and for the first time, I let him see the part of me I had kept hidden — the part that wasn't the quiet, obedient wife. The part that had a secret even he couldn't imagine. "I guess you'll find out." I walked out of the Ironveil packhouse with nothing but the clothes on my back. The guards didn't open the gate for me. I opened it myself. Behind me, I heard Bianca's laughter ringing through the halls, and Knox's voice, already giving orders to prepare the marking ceremony. None of them noticed the black SUV parked at the edge of the territory. None of them saw the man leaning against it — tall, silver-eyed, radiating an authority that made the air itself feel heavy. None of them knew that the "weak, barren, disposable wife" they had just thrown away was the firstborn daughter of the most powerful Alpha bloodline on the continent. And the man waiting for me? He wasn't just anyone. He was Kael Voss, the Alpha King. And he had been looking for me for a very long time.