How to manage a cheating husband when he’s got a 3 year old child out of it?
Althea’s world comes crashing down when she finds out her husband of five long years has been sleeping with her sister-in-law/best friend.
Not only was she a defective, wolfless, and barren Luna, but one who couldn’t even handle her own marriage. Everything was against her, even life itself.
So what would happen when she gets imprisoned by her pack for requesting divorce?
Or when she tries to escape but gets hitched into a contract marriage to her greatest, but sexiest nightmare- Alpha Alaric Darkmoor
Her husband’s estranged Uncle.
A man she should never desire this badly while bearing a mating mark for another.
Behind his “charming” reputation lies a deadly secret and a mate bond he never expected.
Will Althea let herself get claimed yet again?
Or would she rather nail herself to the wall if it would prevent her from falling into the arms of the one man her body so desperately craves?
Divorcing My Alpha Husband For His Uncle Chapter 1 The Betrayal
~Althea’s POV
”Shush… don’t wake our boy…”
The words drifted through the slightly closed door, slicing through my chest. The pregnancy test I was holding slipped from my trembling fingers and fluttered soundlessly to the floor. I clamped a shaky hand over my mouth, but the gasp still tore free, ripping through my lungs. My feet buckled, as I staggered back a step.
What…what is happening? Tears welled up instantly, blurring my vision until the corridor swam, I shook my head in disbelief. My knees went weak, and my body swayed as if the world had tilted without warning.
No. How…how did I get here? I backed the door, then faced it again in confusion. The test report is long forgotten on the floor as hot tears streamed down my cheeks as the memory crashed into me.
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Today was my day. Our day.
I was pregnant. Just hours earlier, I had sat on the edge of the healer’s bed, my fingers digging into the fabric of my skirt as anxiety twisted low in my stomach. Then she smiled at me, a gentle and knowing expression. She spoke of cycles and moon signs, of the life stirring inside me. My chest tightened painfully as her words replayed in my mind.
“You’re two weeks gone, Luna.”
Her words echoed in my ears even now, unreal and dazzling. I had walked out of the healer’s quarters clutching the test report like a miracle, my heart so full that it hurts. I gave him everything. Nolan’s child. Our child.
What have I done?
I shouldn’t have come here. I steadied myself against the wall, my feet refusing to leave the spot. I had only wanted Vespera to help me plan the surprise, my best friend. She’s a mother after all, she’d know what to do. I imagined us whispering excitedly together planning a surprise reveal to Nolan, laughing over baby names the way we once laughed over girlhood dreams.
That was why I came here first.
I remembered hurrying through the pack estate, my steps light despite my nerves. Every breath I took filled me with renewed hope. Until I reached her door, at first, I thought I was mistaken, but a soft gasp slipped through the walls, followed by a low husky voice that was painfully familiar.
My steps slowed instinctively. The air felt tight and heavier, pressing against my chest as it thudded loudly for no reason. Or so I thought. I even told myself it was nothing. That I was tired and strained from the jog down here and that I was imagining things, but then I heard another sound. A deep, same familiar breathless chuckle
Then my heart sank, so deep that it sent a strange chill over my skin. I moved closer, every instinct screaming at me to turn back even as my feet carried me forward, betraying me. They never listen, do they?
I stopped before the door, my hand hovering just inches from the handle. Through the narrowed crack, I saw them.
Nolan. Vespera.
Then I heard a crack. The sound of my soul breaking maybe. The world shattered silently around me. They were tangled together in her bed, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, bare skin against bare skin. His hands were on her waist in a way I knew too well. I couldn’t breathe. My mouth just hung open with trembling lips, no words. Nothing.
Her fingers were clutching his shoulders as if she had every right to be there. Nolan’s face was fixed at the crook of her neck leaving kisses. As he’d done to me just this morning. The sight was so wrong that my mind initially rejected it. Refusing to name what my eyes clearly saw-My husband and my best friend. Together?
The betrayal pierced straight through me, sharp and merciless, like a long shard of cold glass driven into my heart. My breath came in short, shallow puffs, my chest burning as if I’d been running for miles. I wanted to scream, to storm in and demand an explanation. To shatter the illusion with my voice. But, I couldn’t move. While I stood frozen in the shadows, her voice came again- soft, in an airy moan as she stifled a giggle.
”Be gentle… don’t make too much noise,” she murmured. “Be careful not to wake our precious boy.” My stomach lurched violently as bile rose up my throat.
Our… boy?
Our boy…
The words echoed in my head, over and over, until they drowned out everything else. Nausea surged up my throat, my vision narrowing. A child. Not only an affair. Not just his betrayal. Then it hit me, they’d been going on for years. The boy everyone believed was my late brother-in-law’s son, the quiet child who called me Aunt with innocent eyes was Nolan’s flesh and blood.
I tasted bile now. But still, the nightmare wasn’t done with me. Nolan’s voice followed, calm and assured, as if he were promising her the world.
”I’ll arrange everything soon,” he said. “He’ll be the heir. The only one. Don’t worry.” Vespera hummed in satisfaction.
”I made sure of it,” Nolan continued, his words casual, yet cruel. “She won’t be a hindrance. I’ve been giving her contraceptives for years.”
The corridor spun. My vision went black with my ears ringing loudly in a deafening whoosh, I thought I might collapse. Five years. Five years of mockery, pitying looks, and my own silent shame for failing to conceive. It was never my fault. It had always been his wicked plan. My hand pressed against my lower abdomen instinctively, terror and grief crashing into me all at once. The child inside me-my miracle-felt suddenly fragile, and unbearably precious.
I stumbled backward. I don’t remember deciding to leave. My body just moves on its own, finally retreating step by step, as if guided by an invincible force alone. Each movement sent sharp pain, slicing through my chest. My breathing was erratic, my heart pounding wildly as the weight of it all crushed down on me. I couldn’t stop the flow of tears that had been going on for the past… I don’t know.
The floor seemed too far away and the walls felt too close. But I kept moving, stumbling through the corridor with no destination in mind. Then an unbearable pain bloomed suddenly in my abdomen, very unforgiving and violent. I gasped, clutching myself as a warm terrifying sensation spread between my thighs.
My legs buckled. No. Not now. Please…
Please, not my baby.
The last thing I felt was the cold stone beneath my knees and the sound of my own heartbeat roaring in my ears. Darkness surged up to claim me, I didn’t fight it.
And then…
Nothing.
Divorcing My Alpha Husband For His Uncle Chapter 2 Miscarriage
I woke to the steady beeping of a machine and the sharp sting in my arm. The smell of antiseptic and the crushing weight of silence pressed down heavily on my chest. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. The ceiling above me was plain white and unfamiliar. I turned my head slightly and saw a thin tube connected to my arm, feeding clear liquid into my veins. That was where the sting came from.
My body felt hollow, aching in a way that went deeper than flesh. Then the pain came. Not the physical kind-though it was there, as a dull, persistent throb low in my abdomen- but the other pain. The one that tore through me, so violently I couldn’t breathe. Then the beeping grew restless and erratic.
The sound of footsteps rushed closer, then the door was pushed open. The healer hurried to my side, her movements quick but hesitant and her expression was gentle, but grim. A look of pity crossed her eyes and that made my heart sink even before she said anything.
”My Luna…” she hesitated. “I’m sorry. The shock was too much. The child… could not be saved.”
Her words came out softly, but the impact was anything but soft. It felt as though a clawed hand ripped straight through my chest, splitting my heart open. I gasped, clutching the sheets as agony surged through me in violent waves. My vision blurred instantly as tears spilled down my temples, soaking into the pillow beneath my head.
Gone. My baby was gone. The little life I had carried for such a brief, precious moment. The only proof that I wasn’t broken, that I was worthy was gone, just like that. A broken sound tore out of my throat before I could even stop it. I turned my face away, curling inward, in a ball, as if I could somehow contain the emptiness tearing me apart. The healer just stood there, helplessly watching me break into a million pieces.
Memories crashed into me all at once.
The door.
The voices.
The bed. Their words.
Our boy.
I’ve been giving her contraceptives for years. My hands shook badly.
No.
I couldn’t lie here. I wouldn’t let this be the end of it. Nolan Darkmoon would look me in the eyes. He’d hear what he had done. To me, to us and to our child. He’d see what he’d destroyed. I forced myself upright despite the healer’s protest, my body screamed in pain as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The ache that seared through my abdomen was sharp but it grounded me, anchoring me to something solid.
Fury.
I left the clinic wrapped in a cloak that felt far too heavy for my own fragile body. Whisperers followed me as I passed through the pack grounds.
”She lost the child…”
”No wolf, and no heir…”
”Poor Luna… or maybe cursed.”
Some glances held looks of pity, while others held poorly hidden contempt, a few didn’t even bother hiding their satisfaction at all. My spine stiffened with every step I took. Yes, I was wolfless from birth. But I lifted my chin anyway, refusing to bow under their stares, even as my heart bled with every of their murmured word. I didn’t stop walking until I reached Vespera’s residence.
And then-
I froze. The door opened and Nolan stepped out first, beside him was Vespera, and between them, held carefully, was the little boy. Their son, they looked like a perfect little family straight out of a magazine. My breath hitched painfully as something twisted deep in my chest, it should have been us. The sight was so cruel, it seemed absurd. I swallowed forcefully.
Vespera noticed me first. Her eyes widened, and she gently released the boy’s hand, stepping toward me, concern etched on her beautiful face.
”Althea,” she said softly. “Oh my goodness… are you alright? We heard you collapsed-”
I laughed. The sound was hollow, brittle, nothing like my joy-filled ones.
”Don’t worry,” I said coldly. “I wouldn’t dare interrupt family time.”
Her lips parted, her expression faltering for just a fraction of a second. Nolan stepped forward then, his face carefully composed, concern painted on it like a second skin.
”Baby,” he said evenly. The word nearly broke me all over again.
”This isn’t what you think.” I looked at him-really looked at him-and something in me crumbled.
”Isn’t it?” I asked quietly, my voice cracked. “Because it looks to me like my husband walking hand in hand with his lover and their child.”
Vespera gasped softly, tears instantly pooling in her eyes.
”Please don’t say things like that.” She pleaded, her voice quivering. “You’re misunderstanding everything. My marriage was miserable, Althea. You know that. Nolan has only ever helped me out of kindness.”
She reached for my hand but I ripped them away. Nolan nodded, seizing the opportunity. “She’s my late brother’s wife. And the child is his son. I’m only taking care of my family.”
As he spoke, he reached out and wrapped an arm around Vespera’s shoulders, pulling her gently against his side. To comfort her, the absurdity of it almost made me dizzy. Anger surged through me violently, hot, blinding, and overwhelming. My hand rose before I even realized it, trembling as I moved to strike him. But it never reached him. A firm grip closed around my wrist painfully.
”Nolan,” his Beta said sharply, stepping between us, his eyes warning. “This isn’t appropriate.”
He dropped my hand uselessly to my side and Nolan’s gaze hardened.
”Enough, Althea,” he said coldly. “Stop imagining things that never happened. All this pain you’re feeling is in your head. Don’t drag innocent people into your delusions.”
So something inside me went utterly still. The final string of hope snapped neatly. I looked at the man I had been utterly in love with for five long years. The man I had centered my existence around, and saw him clearly at last.
A stranger.
Liar.
A cheating bastard.
A monster wrapped in authority and charm.
The weight of silence in the courtyard rushed through my ears. I knew what I was about to say next would shatter everything. Us. And it was only just the beginning, but I didn’t care anymore.
”I want a divorce.”
Divorcing My Alpha Husband For His Uncle Chapter 3 Divorce
For the first time, Nolan looked surprised. His widened eyes stared at me in disbelief.
”Wh…what?”
”I want a divorce.” My voice broke the quiet courtyard, it was like everyone present was holding their breath. For a heartbeat, no one spoke. Nolan’s expression was still frozen, not in anger, I didn’t even see any sign of hurt and it broke me.
The brief crack of surprise vanished almost instantly from his face, replaced by a calm so controlled it made my skin crawl. Then he smiled, the way I used to drool over. But now I see it, it never reached his eyes, it was all measured and calculated. Why didnt I see it before?
”Take her back to the Alpha’s residence,” Nolan said, his voice smooth and authoritative in that Alpha manner. “My Luna isn’t feeling well.”
I stiffened. “I’m staying right here.”
Vespera moved first, stepping closer with soft concern painted perfectly across her face, but her eyes spoke otherwise. “Althea, please,” she said gently. “You’ve been through so much. Losing a child would break anyone. You shouldn’t be making such decisions in this state.”
Her hand hovered near my arm as if she might steady me. I flinched away on instinct and watched as Nolan’s gaze swept the onlookers-elders, guards, servants, pack members- their gazes lingering too long. “You all heard the healer,” he said coolly. “Shock, emotional instability. She needs rest, not conflict.”
The words settled over the crowd like a judge’s verdict. His words were law, apparently, and I was the one who fed that to him. Some nodded, while others looked away. My body shook in exhaustion as I felt the shift immediately, the subtle reordering of loyalty. My grief, my pain, turned into a convenient weakness he could use.
”I’m not unstable,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. “I know exactly what I’m asking for.”
Nolan finally looked directly at me with a tight smile. “You don’t.”
He then turned to Vespera. “Take the child inside.”
She hesitated, eyes flickering to me with something that looked almost like triumph, before guiding the boy away. The moment they disappeared, Nolan gestured toward the inner hall.
”Come,” he said. “We’ll discuss this privately.”
The door closed behind us with a soft thud. Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Nolan loosened his cuffs slowly, as if we were about to engage in pack finances instead of the ruin of my life. And to think I used to find that sexy.
”You saw things you shouldn’t have,” he started at last. “And now you’re unraveling.”
I laughed quietly. “Don’t insult me by pretending, dear husband.”
He spoke, not bothering to deny it. ”Yes,” Nolan said flatly, as if already tired of the conversation which made me scoff.
”I’ve been with Vespera for years. The boy is mine and he’ll inherit this pack.”
He just said those words carelessly, without shame. Like facts anyone would accept. My chest tightened. “You let everyone believe he was your brother’s.”
”I let them believe what was convenient.”
”And me?” My nails dig into my palms. “What was I supposed to believe?”
He studied me for a moment, expression distant but something that looked like guilt crossed his eyes briefly.
”You were always supposed to do what you’ve always done, Althea. Smile, manage the pack, and be useful.”
”Useful,” I repeated, the word clawing out of my throat. “Is that all I was to you”?
”Yes.” He stated matter-of-factly.
The simplicity of it hurts more than the rage ever could.
”Then why,” I asked hoarsely, “why did I never conceive?” I knew what I heard, but it’s like a part of me chose to still have little faith in him. He wouldn’t do something so horrible like that, not to me.
Something like amusement flickered across his face. Like he was reminiscing.
”Because I made sure you didn’t,” Nolan said. “Moonroot extract. Although mild, and tasteless, but very potent. The healer never even noticed!”
He jollied like a scientist drunk on his favorite experiment. The room tilted, my arms catching air as I tried to steady myself.
”You-” My breath caught. “You drugged me.”
”I controlled variables,” he corrected. “A wolfless Luna carrying an Alpha’s heir would have complicated things.”
”No one loves to be a laughing stock, Althea. I mean…except you ofcourse.” He shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. I stared at him, the pieces clicking together with sickening clarity. Five years. Five years of the shame I carried alone. Why didn’t I notice? He was never bothered about my not being able to get pregnant.
He was just… there. Nutting inside me while I secretly hoped it would work each time we made love. He watched it register, then added calmly, “You were never meant to bear a child, Althea.”
My vision blurred, the tears I had been holding so forcefully spilled, but he continued relentlessly.
”You’re just a decoration,” he said. “A little side piece to make me look good. A wolfless body meant for appearance and pleasure, not legacy.”
The words sliced through me one after another, so cruel.
”Useless,” he went on and I just stood there. My legs are doing that thing it always does, refusing to let me flee. “Except for what you represent.”
I finally took a step back, my spine hitting the table behind me.
”You loved her,” I said, it wasn’t a question, more like to myself.
Vespera never had to fight. Nolan had already chosen her.
”Yes,” Nolan replied without hesitation, pride shining in those brown eyes I despise now.
”Vespera is the woman I love.”
”And me?” Why do I keep asking these when I already know the answer? Maybe a little part of me still hopes. Even if it was just a little, affection.
”I chose you because you weren’t a threat,” he said. “For your bloodline and obedience. Your status helped me become Alpha remember?”
I shook my head, something breaking loose in my chest. “All those years- you let me believe…”
”Oh come on now Althea,” he tsked. “Don’t tell me you actually believed you were capable of being loved.” He cut in.
”Sweetie, that was your delusions. And those don’t get you anywhere.”
I swallowed hard. “I’m asking for a divorce.”
His expression finally hardened.
”And I said, No.”
”You can’t force me-”
”I can,” Nolan declared calmly. “Mate bond law forbids dissolution without the Alpha’s consent. The pack needs stability. And I’m the Alpha.”
”You’re keeping me against my will.”
”I’m keeping what’s mine.”
Those words sent a chill through me.
”Letting you go would weaken my rule,” he continued, stepping closer to me while I planted my back firmly on the table. ” And frankly…” he paused, eyes narrowing, looking down my body. “I don’t want to.”
I felt something inside me collapse completely. The last fragile hope, some foolish belief that he might let me walk away, died right there. I don’t want to be a prisoner here, to him. He stepped even closer, invading my space. I could smell him, the once familiar comforting smell now made my stomach churn.
”You should be grateful,” Nolan said quietly. “A woman like you had no right to ask for more.”
The sentence struck deeper than a blow and before I could speak, the door opened and two guards stood waiting, with their heads bowed. My eyes frantically pleaded with Nolan’s as I shook my head.
”Escort my Luna to her quarters,” Nolan ordered. “Don’t let her leave them, for her own protection.”
Hands closed around my arms, not roughly, but firm enough to contain my thrashing and twisting.
”Nolan- Nolan!”
I screamed as they dragged me away, my voice cracking as more tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. He just sent a little wave before turning his back on me, because there was nothing left to see. And I understood with chilling clarity.
This wasn’t a marriage anymore.
It was a cage.
