My Alpha Mate Begged Me Not to Divorce

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.

But it had to be done. I couldn’t stay here any longer, surrounded by the ghosts of what could have been. I had to leave—leave this house, this pack, and the man who had never truly been mine.

Dragging my suitcase down the stairs, I froze as I came face-to-face with Caspian. He was carrying Ophelia, her arms wrapped around his neck as if she belonged there. His face, usually so cold and distant, was etched with concern as he brushed past me without so much as a glance, treating me like a stranger in my own home.

I had grown used to this. With Ophelia around, I was nothing more than a shadow, invisible to him.

But now, as the finality of my decision settled in, my mind felt clearer than it had in years. If it had been Ophelia who became his mate, she would have been the Luna of the Bloodvenom Pack by now. And yet, it was me—me, who had given him the power to become Alpha. And still, he never declared me as his Luna. I was nothing more than a placeholder, a name on paper, and nothing in his heart.

Caspian stopped abruptly, his gaze finally falling to the suitcase at my feet. His voice was cold, as it had always been. "Claire Laurentia, is this just another one of your dramatic stunts?"

Ophelia, nestled comfortably in his arms, looked up at me with feigned innocence. "Claire, I twisted my ankle, and since Caspian said the Bloodvenom Pack was close by, he brought me here to take care of it. You don't mind, do you?"

A twisted ankle—that was all it took for him to rush to her side, to carry her as if she were made of glass. I watched as Caspian gently settled her on the sofa, his hands careful as he placed an ice pack on her foot. His tenderness was a knife in my chest, twisting with every gentle touch he gave her.

And now, they were together again, weren’t they? He must have visited her at the Shadow Crest Pack, bonding with her, ensuring she was always happy, while I and our son remained nothing more than an afterthought.

I remembered the time a rogue attack in the woods had left me with a broken leg. Desperate and in pain, I had reached out to him through our mind link, hoping for some shred of concern. His response had been as cold as ice, "A broken leg isn't life or death. You already escaped the rogue. Why bother me?"

That was when I knew—Caspian never cared. Even though his wolf must have sensed that his mate was in danger, he remained indifferent.