Hello, I Want a Divorce!

George's Point of View

It was already 1 AM, and I was still on the balcony of our mansion, waiting for my wife—my fated mate, Scarlet Moore—to come home. The crescent moon was my only companion over the quiet of the night.

I had no idea where she was.

It had been nearly twenty-four hours since her last message. Her phone was unreachable, and I was certain she had blocked me from her mind-link as well.

I had no choice but to wait.

Another hour crawled by before I finally saw her car pulling into the driveway.

2 AM. I exhaled deeply. At least she was safe.

I hurried downstairs to meet Scarlet, my heart heavy yet relieved. Somehow, I still managed a smile when our eyes met. I leaned in to kiss her, but she only brushed past me without a glance.

"George, why are you still awake? I told you not to wait for me," She said, her voice tinged with annoyance.

"You know I can't sleep without you next to me," I admitted softly, but she only rolled her eyes.

"You've been coming home this late—or not at all—for the past few months," I continued, my voice faltering. "Is it still because you're busy at the law firm?"

Scarlet was a pack lawyer.

She sighed deeply. "Yes. What else could it be?"

I nodded weakly, knowing she had lied again.

I had seen her leave the law firm at six and meet Beta Kirk Sage at the restaurant nearby. They stayed there for at least an hour before driving off together.

My wolf urged me to follow them, so I did, and I watched as Scarlet parked her car in front of Kirk's apartment.

That wasn't the first time.

It had happened a few times before. And every single time, one thing stood out to me; how happy Scarlet looked when she was with Kirk.

I am the future Alpha of the Amberdale Pack. The perfect wolf, the standard for a man, many said.

Yet, in the four years of our marriage, I've never once felt Scarlet's genuine love for me.

Our bond had always been one-sided, with me being the only one putting in the effort to keep us together.

For years, I had hoped that having a pup with her might bring us closer, might finally bridge the gap between us. But every time we were intimate, Scarlet would make sure to remind me to use protection.

"I don't want to have a pup with you, George—I mean, not yet. Having a fully committed and life-long obligation with you sounds terrifying to me!"

That was her usual line.

It stung every time, but I respected her desire. It was her body, her choice.

I shook off those thoughts as I watched Scarlet head upstairs.

"Have you eaten already?" I asked.

"Yeah," She replied curtly, not even glancing back.

"Yeah. With Beta Kirk, right? At the restaurant near the law firm. I saw you," I blurted out, my voice sharper than I intended.

Scarlet froze mid-step, finally turning to look at me.

"And?" She said, her tone almost bored. "What's the matter?"

I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my composure. "I've noticed you spending a lot of time with him, and it doesn't sit right with me. I'm sorry, but I can't ignore it anymore."

She smirked, and slowly walked toward me. When she was close enough, she reached out and traced her finger along my jawline.

"George," she began, her voice filled with mockery, "from the very start, you already knew how much I liked Beta Kirk. You also knew I only agreed to marry you, because my parents forced me to. Have you forgotten that no one outside our families even knows about our bond? Not even Kirk."

Then, as if to punctuate her cruelty, she leaned in and pressed a sarcastic kiss to my cheek. I stiffened, wiping it away as soon as she pulled back.

"I know, but that doesn't change the fact that you're still my mate," I said, my voice heavy with emotion. "Please, just give me the slightest respect."

Scarlet only laughed, a cold, dismissive sound, and turned to walk away.

"Why can't I be enough for you, Scarlet?" I called after her, my frustration barely contained. "I've given you everything—even more than I thought I could. Why can't you at least try to open your heart to me? Can't you love me? What does Kirk have that I don't? Where am I lacking?" My voice stayed low, not wanting to yell at her.

She stopped briefly, her eyes merciless. "You're not lacking at anything, George. It's just… my heart yearns for Kirk."

I stood there, stunned, unable to move for a moment.

"Got it…" I murmured.

In that instant, everything became clear. Holding onto Scarlet was no longer worth it.

I had tried. For years, I poured everything I had into our marriage, hoping she would see my love and respond in kind. But it was never enough, and it never would be.

Releasing her, ending our bond, was the only path left, and I want to do it on my own.

I wanted the process of severing the mating bond to be a secret from Scarlet. I wanted her to wake up one day and realize I was already gone—that she wasn't my mate anymore. I wanted to vanish from her life silently and permanently.

So, the next night, while Scarlet was deep in sleep because of the sleeping powder I stirred into her milk, I carefully picked up a small knife and made a shallow cut on her wrist. I needed exactly five drops of her blood to perform the ritual to sever our bond.

With her blood collected and everything else prepared, I made my way to the sacred temple, the one place where ties like ours could be undone.

There, under the gaze of the Moon Goddess, I offered our blood and spoke my confession. I explained why I wanted to sever the mating bond and why I chose to do it without Scarlet knowing. The Moon Goddess listened and, as was customary, granted a thirty-day grace period before the bond would be fully dissolved.

This window of time was given to every couple—a final chance to save their connection.

Deep down, I was clinging to a fragile hope that Scarlet might do something to change my mind. Especially now, as we were celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary.

It was ironic. Just yesterday, I had gone to the sacred temple to sever our bond, and today, I was carrying a strawberry cake and a bouquet of flowers to celebrate with her.

Even in the final days of our bond, I was still trying.

But Scarlet—as always, showed me exactly why my decision was right.

While on my way home, I overheard her say, "Your lips taste so sweet," after she ended the passionate kiss with Beta Kirk.