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 Venom 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. "

Chapter 1

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 Venom 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 Venom 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 Venom 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 m heart.

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 man 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 man. 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.

2

Finally, I said the words I’d been rehearsing for days, "Alpha, as you wish I'm going to sever—I'm leaving."

I almost slipped, almost blurted out that I wanted to sever our bond. But I held back. After all, we only had a rushed mateship ceremony. We weren’t even officially married—just the ceremony to honor our bond, and nothing more. There was no love, no commitment beyond the bare minimum. Just a hollow connection, one that had never truly been forged in the first place.

The Alpha didn’t even look up, his focus still on Ophelia, as if I was a nuisance disrupting his perfect world. "What? Changing your tactics now?" His voice was cold, dismissive. "You think you can’t threaten me with your son anymore, so now you’re using yourself as leverage?"

His words hit me like a slap to the face. A year ago, Kylo had fallen ill with an untreatable disease. His weak heart, his lack of healing abilities—everything pointed to a grim future. He was just a child, too fragile to shift, too weak to connect with his wolf. His life hung by a thread, and I had watched in helpless agony as he slipped further away, longing for a glimpse of his father that never came.

Caspian had never visited him, never showed an ounce of concern. To him, I was using Kylo, our son, to gain sympathy, to manipulate him. After a decade of life together, this was how little he thought of me, of our family.

I wiped away the tears that threatened to fall, forcing myself to stay strong. "Think what you want, Alpha. I'm leaving."

I turned, ready to drag my luggage out the door, but Ophelia’s voice suddenly sounded. "Alpha, didn’t you plan to take Kylo to the ocean? You didn’t cancel that for the mountain trip with me, did you? Claire is upset..."

Caspian’s soothing response was like salt in a fresh wound. "Don’t worry, I know my priorities. We can go to the ocean anytime, but once the snow melts in the mountains, it’ll be a long time before we can see it again."

I scoffed coldly, the sound bitter and filled with years of pent-up resentment. How could he be so blind, so oblivious to the pain he’d caused? He didn’t know—he couldn’t know—that there was no next time, no next month for Kylo.

Ignoring them both, I dragged my suitcase out, each step heavier than the last. But Caspian wasn’t done with me. He rushed forward and grabbed my hand, his frustration palpable. "It’s the middle of the night, Claire. You really think this is necessary? Missing a trip to the ocean—Kylo can wait. Why are you crying over something so trivial?"

His words were like knives twisting in my heart. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t. He saw my swollen eyes and finally, a flicker of pity crossed his gaze. "Let me clear my schedule next month, and I’ll take Kylo then, okay?"

Next month? How ridiculous. What next month did Kylo have? If only he cared enough about our son, he wouldn’t be saying such foolish things.

I pulled my hand away, my voice trembling with barely restrained fury. "No need!"

At that moment, Caspian stared at his empty palm, stunned. He had never expected the woman who once clung to him, who had once loved him so desperately, would now avoid him as if he were a plague. He snapped back to reality and tried to follow, but Ophelia, always the center of his universe, grabbed his arm.

"Alpha, it’s all my fault," she said, her voice dripping with false remorse. "Even though I knew Kylo was faking his illness, I shouldn’t have competed with a child for your attention. Now it’s made Claire angry at me."

Faking... faking his illness?

My mind went blank, the world tilting on its axis. By the time I regained my senses, I had already slapped Ophelia across the face.

My sister stumbled back, her hand flying to her cheek, eyes wide with shock. But I didn’t care. My hand still tingled from the impact, but it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough to ease the raging storm inside me.

3

Chapter 3

Caspian's face, initially tinged with guilt, shifted instantly. His expression hardened as he positioned Ophelia protectively behind him, his eyes narrowing at me. "Claire, what are you doing? She is your sister!"

I glared at Ophelia, my fury barely contained. "You'd better watch your mouth."

Ophelia, her eyes wide and brimming with mock hurt, leaned closer to my mate, making my wolf uncomfortable. "Alpha, don’t let me come between you two. If my sister won't admit that Kylo is faking his illness, I'll just drop it."

My brow furrowed in disbelief. I turned to Caspian, my voice trembling. "You think Kylo is faking it too?"

His silence was all the confirmation I needed. He didn't believe me. He never did.

Then, I saw him glance around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kylo, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Where did you hide him again?"

The accusation in his voice cut deep. If only he would come home more often, he’d see the table covered in medications and herbal medicine, the endless pile of medical records written by our wolf healers, and the truth of our son’s condition. But he never did. He preferred to listen to Ophelia’s lies, the lies that painted Kylo as a manipulative child rather than the sick boy he truly was.

I remembered the day Kylo told me he didn’t have much time left. He had one final wish: a trip to the ocean. He had always loved the sea, fascinated by its mysteries and beauty, a love nurtured by the stories his late grandmother used to tell him. But we lived far from the coast, and the only way to make his wish come true was to convince Caspian to join us.

I had begged him—no, I had humiliated myself, kneeling before him, clinging to his pants as I pleaded for Kylo's last wish. "Please," I had whispered, my voice breaking. "This will be the last time I ever ask anything of you. I promise... I’ll set you free."

Caspian had looked down at me then, a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Was it joy? Was it relief? I couldn’t tell. "You mean that?" he had asked, his voice cold and calculating.

"Yes," I had murmured, tears streaming down my face as I closed my eyes, feeling my heart shatter.

The truth was, when Caspian was young, his parents were killed in a rogue attack, leaving him a wanderer. I still remember the day I found him, a skinny, half-starved boy lying on the forest floor, barely alive. I was just a child, playing among the trees, when I stumbled upon him. He was nothing but skin and bones, too weak even to speak.

My heart ached for him. "You poor thing," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his dirt-streaked face. "You must be starving."

He looked up at me with those haunted eyes, and something inside me broke. I couldn't leave him there. I couldn't let him die.

I took his frail hand in mine and pulled him up with all the strength I had. "Come with me," I said, determination flooding my young voice. "I'll take care of you."

When I brought him home, my parents—Alpha Aldous and Luna Eveline Laurentia of Venom Pack—were reluctant to take him in. My father’s stern voice echoed in my ears. "Claire, he’s a stranger."

But I wouldn't back down. "Please, Father," I pleaded, my voice breaking with desperation. "He has no one else. If we don’t help him, he’ll die!"

My mother, ever the gentle soul, looked at the boy with pity. "Aldous," she whispered, "he's just a child."

My father’s resolve wavered, but he still wasn’t convinced. It was then that I made the boldest decision of my young life. I went on a hunger strike, refusing to eat until they agreed to adopt him.

Days passed, and my strength waned, but I never gave up. Eventually, my parents relented. "Alright, Claire," my father sighed, his voice tinged with resignation. "We’ll take him in."

That day, Caspian became our brother. Or so I thought.

4

Years later, when I turned 18, everything changed. My father, driven by a desire for more power and territory, began to look down on my mother, who was just an ordinary she-wolf before she became Luna. He sought out the daughter of a powerful Alpha from another pack, attracted by the promise of greater power. He abandoned my mother, rejected her as his mate, and instead mated with that other woman, becoming the Alpha of the Shadow Crest Pack.

That was how selfish he was.

He moved to that pack without a second thought, leaving us behind. "You and Ophelia should come with me," he had said, his voice devoid of any fatherly warmth. "There’s no future for you here."

But I couldn’t abandon my mother. "I’m staying with Mom," I had said, my voice firm. "She needs me."

Ophelia, however, was different. She craved the power and prestige our father’s new position offered. She chose to follow him, leaving me and our mother behind without a second glance.

The day she left, I stood at the edge of the pack’s territory, watching her walk away. "Ophelia," I called out, my voice trembling. "Don’t go."

She had turned to me, her eyes cold and distant. "This is our chance, Claire," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "I won’t waste it."

In the years that followed, I earned Caspian's resentment. He blamed me for everything—for keeping him from joining Ophelia, for holding him back, for being the reason he was stuck in Venom Pack. Especially after I became his mate, his hatred for me only grew.

From a young age, I had always followed Caspian around like a shadow. I adore him, admire him. And when I turned 18 and discovered he was my mate, I was overjoyed. I thought it was fate, that we were meant to be together.

But Caspian didn’t see it that way. When I told him we were mates, his reaction was anything but what I had hoped for. "No," he had said, his voice cold and distant. "This isn’t right. I was supposed to be with Ophelia."

I was devastated. "Caspian, please," I had begged, tears streaming down my face. "We’re meant to be together. You can’t just leave me."

But he had been determined to reject me, to leave with Ophelia and follow her to the Shadow Crest Pack.

And then, my mother fell ill. On her deathbed, she made Caspian promise to take care of me, to stay by my side, because I was his fated mate. He agreed, out of respect for the woman who had raised him up, but I knew in his heart he resented her for forcing him to stay.

And back when my Alpha father left, he left the pack for me to lead. Back then, I knew Caspian had always craved power, so I willingly made him the Alpha, content to remain in the background as the Luna. However, even after we mated, he never announced me as his Luna.

One day, I confronted him about it. "Caspian," I had said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why haven’t you announced me as your Luna?"

His response was like a slap in the face. "Your mother forced me to mate with you. And now you want to be Luna too? Dream on, Claire. The position of Luna will always be reserved for your sister."

His words stung more than any physical blow ever could. I had nothing left to say. I couldn’t fight him, couldn’t make him love me. The most important place in his heart was reserved for the most precious person—Ophelia.

But I had one last request, one final act of desperation: Kylo’s trip to the ocean. I was ready to let him go, to set him free. Yet he still refused to spend one last moment with our son. It was one thing for him not to love me, but how could he be so heartless toward Kylo? His own child?

5

I stared at Caspian with a mix of disappointment and fury. His eyes, which had once softened when he looked at me, were now cold and unyielding. I had always found solace in those eyes, but now, they felt like a reminder of how far we had drifted.

Before I could voice my thoughts, Ophelia’s voice cut through the tension. “Alpha, my foot hurts, and so does my face. Can you check if it’s swollen? I wonder if it will affect tomorrow’s Alpha gathering that we will attend.”

Caspian’s attention snapped to Ophelia, his concern for her evident in the way he gently cradled her in his arms. She had taken full advantage of his sudden shift in focus, leaning into him as if she were a fragile porcelain doll. The slap I had landed with all my might had left a red handprint on her fair cheek, and her eyes were now brimming with crocodile tears.

Seeing Caspian tenderly wiping her tears away was a painful reminder of what we once shared. I could still remember how he used to be kind to me when we were younger—how he would help me up if I fell and wipe away my tears with the same tenderness he now reserved for Ophelia. The realization that those moments were long gone, replaced by this cruel charade, was almost unbearable.

“Claire,” Caspian said, his voice cold and devoid of the warmth it used to hold. “Apologize to your sister.”

I lifted my chin defiantly, straightening my spine. “No!” I said firmly, not willing to give in. The audacity to defy him, to challenge him like this, seemed to surprise him. It was almost as if he couldn’t reconcile this version of me with the one he used to know.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. When I was falling for him, I was cautious, meticulous around him, always hoping to earn his approval. I had given him my genuine affection, fearful that he might turn away from me. But nothing I did was ever enough. I could never measure up to Ophelia in his eyes.

Caspian looked taken aback for a moment, but his surprise quickly hardened into resolve. He settled back on the couch with Ophelia nestled in his arms, his gaze fixed on me with an almost casual air. “Claire, don’t make me angry,” he warned.

His wolf guards, who had been silent witnesses to the scene, stepped forward, blocking my path. With a steely glare, they escorted me back in front of Caspian and Ophelia.

Caspian’s posture was relaxed, but the pressure in the room was suffocating. He sat there with his legs crossed, his eyes locked onto me with an unnerving calm. “Apologize to Ophelia,” he said again, his tone brooking no argument.

Ophelia flashed me a challenging smile, then turned to Caspian with a feigned sweetness. “It’s okay, Alpha. Claire didn’t mean it.”

Caspian’s gaze softened slightly as he looked at her with a mixture of pity and affection. “Ophelia, you’re too soft-hearted. You treat her like a sister, but she’s never seen you that way.”

Then, turning his attention back to me, his eyes turned steely and harsh. “Anyone who hurts Ophelia will pay double.”

A memory flashed before my eyes—of being cornered by young wolves from a rival pack when I was just a child. Caspian had appeared like a guardian angel, fiercely defending me against my attackers. The person who had once stood as my protector was now standing by someone else, his loyalty and affection given away to another.

The realization hit me like a blow to me. The very man who had fought for me, who had once meant the world to me, was now determined to teach me a lesson in humiliation. His gaze was filled with anger, and his resolve was unwavering.

He signaled to the guards, who roughly forced me to kneel before him and Ophelia. As I bowed my head, my wolf howled in my mind, her pain and fury echoing my own. I could feel her struggling to break free, but I kept her restrained.

One of the guards stepped forward, his hand raised to strike me. Just as he was about to land the blow, Ophelia intervened, her voice filled with an affected concern. “Alpha, she’s still my sister. Men can be too harsh, and I’m afraid they might hurt her.”

Caspian looked at her with a hint of approval. “If she really needs to learn a lesson, I should do it,” Ophelia said, her tone dripping with false sweetness.

6

Caspian didn’t object. With a smug satisfaction, Ophelia raised her hand and slapped me twice. Her long nails cut into my cheek, leaving a trail of pain. She looked at Caspian with a falsely troubled expression. “Alpha, what should we do? I’ve hurt Claire.”

Caspian snorted dismissively. “She deserves it, Ophelia. You’re too kind, worrying about her even though she hurt you first.”

The guards released me, and I fell to the ground. I looked up at Caspian, anger evident in my eyes. “Claire, you owe Ophelia an apology,” he said, his voice cold and unyielding.

Owe her? It was she who had slandered my son, Kylo. The injustice of it all was overwhelming. I could feel the resentment and hurt bubbling up inside me. Caspian had always taken her side, no matter what. I scoffed, the anger in my voice unmistakable. “In your dreams! I hate you!”

As I faced Caspian, my eyes were devoid of the affection that once lingered there, replaced now with a cold, unrelenting hatred.

“Claire,” Caspian’s voice carried an air of frustration mixed with an unexpected softness. “Just do as you’re told, and you can have whatever you want. I can accompany your son or even grant you the title of my Luna.”

The words he spoke were like a mockery of the dreams I once held. I had yearned to be his Luna, to share a life with him, but in reality, his public life was always entwined with Ophelia. To the world, she was his Luna, his mate, his constant companion at gatherings with other Alphas and neighboring packs. I had been a shadow, a secret never acknowledged. And now, when I no longer desired what he offered, he wielded it like a weapon to coerce me into submission.

The pain in my face was sharp, but I masked it with a steely resolve. Meeting his gaze squarely, I said, “No need, Alpha. We’re done.”

The disbelief in his eyes was palpable, as though my rejection was something impossible to happen.

Caspian sneered, “What’s this? Not coming to me, pretending to need me to play with your son anymore?”

His words dripped with a scornful edge. Before I could retort, Ophelia interjected, her voice dripping with feigned concern. “Claire, stop deceiving Alpha Caspian. If Kylo were really dying, why would you be here alone?”

My patience snapped. “Shut up! You have no right to mention Kylo.”

Ophelia’s face fell into a mask of hurt, but I saw the satisfaction in her eyes. “Okay, I won’t mention it then. Don’t be mad at me, Claire.”

Her crocodile tears did little to mask her true intentions. Caspian, now thoroughly provoked by my reaction, chuckled coldly. He pulled out his phone with deliberate slowness as if he wanted to do something that would hurt me to the core.

With a sinister grin, he dialed Beta Clayton and put the call on speaker, ensuring I heard every word. “Beta Clayton, find out everything about Claire’s son, especially his whereabouts. If he’s in the pack’s infirmary, stop his treatment immediately.”

The air thickened with the weight of his threat. His gaze held mine, a cruel glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his eyes as if he believed this would break me. I responded with a grim, resigned smile.

The tension in the room was evident as Beta Clayton’s voice crackled over the speaker. [Alpha Caspian, Kylo has passed away. It happened the day after you disappeared.]