Bruce tormented me brutally all night. My body was beyond pain to numbness, and my consciousness was drowsy.

In the early morning light, Bruce rose and leaned down for his customary forehead kiss. With what little strength remained in my battered body, I turned my head away.


Bruce froze, then slowly stroked my hair. "I'm sorry, Elara," he murmured. "Last night I lost control. Something about you always makes me lose myself."

His words sounded like a confession, but his tone was cold, as if he were merely stating an unchangeable fact.

Yet even so, hearing his words still made my heart flutter despite myself.


After his version of "comfort," he dressed and left without another word.

Exhaustion pulled me back into darkness. When I finally woke, the afternoon sun was streaming through the windows. I dragged my aching body toward the kitchen, desperate for something to eat.


As I passed Bruce's study, his assistant Adam's voice made me freeze mid-step:

"Sir, there's a noble's ball next week. Should I notify Madam in advance?"

I couldn't help myself—I pressed against the wall, straining to hear their conversation.

Bruce's voice came from inside, cold and dismissive: "No need."

My body went rigid as Bruce continued, "Arrange for Katherine to accompany me instead."

That name—Katherine—pierced my heart like a silver dagger.

Adam cleared his throat. "Sir, is that wise? There are already whispers in the pack about your... unusual relationship with Miss Katherine."

"My personal affairs are not subject to pack gossip." Bruce's tone carried a deadly warning.

"Of course, sir. But... what about Madam?"

"Elara is fine in many ways - voluptuous figure, smooth fair skin, especially that beautiful golden hair." He paused briefly. "It's just… she's too boring."

Boring? My body went numb with shock. For months, I had killed myself trying to be the perfect Luna—learning protocol, navigating vicious social circles, enduring endless mockery! I had even submitted to his brutal bedroom demands! And all my efforts, all my sacrifices, were just... boring to him?

My body began to shake uncontrollably.

Bruce's voice continued, clinical and detached: "Her body has a strange effect on my feral side. Whenever I touch her, I lose control completely. It's truly irritating, Adam."

Irritating? My mind reeled. Why then did he constantly satisfy his desires with my body? Just to cure his frenzy? So he wasn't even touching my body out of genuine desire!

Adam sounded confused: "Sir, I'm afraid I don't follow."

"The more her body draws me in, the more I resent her dull personality. I only married her because she looked good enough, but I can't stomach the thought of someone so utterly boring as my permanent Luna."

Don't want—

The words echoed in my head like a death knell...

I stood frozen, unable to move, unable to breathe.

Love had always been scarce in my life. My father and stepmother never loved me, my stepsister despised me. It was as if I had been born with a mark that said "abandon me" on my forehead.

But despite everything, I had never given up. I had tried desperately to be the perfect daughter my father and stepmother wanted, only to be sold off like cattle to a wealthy old lecher.

And now, having finally found someone I thought might love me, I had clung to the illusion like a drowning woman, desperately trying to be the perfect wife—only to be rewarded with "boring" and "don't want."

Yes, I was an Omega, but did that mean I deserved to be treated like a convenient toy? Didn't I deserve happiness and respect? Hell, I had my own talent—my jewelry designs sold for millions at prestigious auctions!

Something snapped inside me. Years of suppressed rage and pain burst through the dam I'd built, flooding over my rationality like a tsunami.

I clenched my fists, blinked back my tears, and slammed open the study door.

Seeing my sudden intrusion, Adam tactfully left the room, closing the door to give Bruce and me privacy.

Bruce recovered quickly from his surprise but remained silent, his expression suggesting that even if I had heard every word, he couldn't be bothered to explain himself.

He watched with clinical detachment as I fell apart before him, unmoved by my tears, indifferent to my trembling body.

Silence—only silence remained between us.

Under his cold, assessing gaze, I slowly pieced together my shattered dignity. Elara, I told myself, be strong. Don't let him see you break.

My lips trembled as I opened my mouth, forcing down the storm of emotions threatening to choke me.

After what felt like an eternity, I uttered a single word, my voice surprisingly steady: "Divorce."

"Bruce, I want a divorce."

I'm so damn tired... chasing after someone who will never love me is just too exhausting...