Chapter 4

Damien’s POV

The leather chair creaked as I leaned back, my fingers gripping the edge of my desk. The pack call had been going on for nearly an hour, and the tension in the room was palpable. We were discussing territory disputes and strategies to expand our influence. My goal was clear: to secure the largest territory assignment in the upcoming council deliberations led by me, the Lycan Alpha King. This wasn’t just about land—it was about power, respect, and cementing my status as the strongest Alpha in the region. And I can do anything to accomplish and protect it even if I have to spill blood.

“Damien, what’s your next step?” one of the council members on the call asked, breaking my train of thought.

“I’ll handle it,” I said, my voice calm yet commanding. “We’ll increase patrols on the eastern border. Any encroachment will be dealt with swiftly.”

Just as I was about to elaborate, the door to my office was flung open with a loud crash. I looked up, irritation flashing through me, but the sight of Georgia standing there froze me in place.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her posture was steel. She held a stack of papers in one hand, her fingers clenched tightly around them. 

“Georgia,” I said, my voice lowering. “What are you doing here? I’m in the middle of something important.”

“This won’t take long,” she replied, her tone sharp and unyielding. She stepped forward and placed the papers on my desk with a deliberate thud. “It’s a divorce petition. I need you to sign it.”

I stared at the papers, my mind racing. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Divorce? My perfect Luna, my fated mate, wanted to leave me?

“Georgia,” I said slowly, standing up. “Let’s not do this right now. Can we talk about this later? I’m in the middle of something—”

“No,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “We’ll talk about it now. You’ve been avoiding this for days, Damien. I won’t let you put it off anymore.”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I dismissed the pack call with a quick command. The screen went dark, and the room fell silent.

I turned to her, stepping around the desk. “Georgia, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I can’t sign these.” I said. This isn’t just about my love for her—it’s about the pack, about everything I have built together.  This marriage was never about us. It has always been about my ambitions, my politics. She was just a piece on my chessboard.

“I feel nothing for Patricia,” I said, my voice rising slightly. “You’re my Luna, my mate. I love you, Georgia.”

She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. This wasn’t about love. I know what this marriage really is a political alliance. I needed a strong Luna to consolidate my position as Alpha, and she was convenient. She’s from one of the strongest packs, her father has one of the strongest soldiers. With her as my wife, her father’s pack would belong to me when he dies soonest and her absence will cost me everything I have built for over the years.

“Georgia, listen to me,” I said, stepping closer. “I know things haven’t been perfect, but we can fix this.” I replied. I needed to stop her. If we divorce now, it’ll ruin everything. My standing, our influence—it’ll all crumble.”

She looked away, her jaw tightening. “This isn’t about your love for me, Damien. This is about us. About the fact that you lied to me for years. You fathered a child with Patricia and hid it from me. And all while making me take pills so we wouldn’t have children of our own. How do you expect me to stay in a marriage like that?”

I ran a hand through my hair, frustration boiling inside me. “I made mistakes, I know that. But I did it for us—for the pack. Liam wasn’t supposed to be part of our lives, Georgia. He was a mistake, but he doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

Her gaze snapped back to mine, fire burning in her eyes. “A mistake? He’s your son, Damien. Your flesh and blood. And you called him a mistake. Do you even hear yourself? This isn’t just about the lies—it’s about the kind of man you are.”

“Georgia, please,” I said, my voice softening. “Think about what this will do to the pack. To our future. Everyone is watching us closely. If we fall apart now,  I don’t think I’ll ever fall in love and the pack will lose its stability. You don’t want that, do you?”

She shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. “You’re not hearing me, Damien. I don’t care about the future. I don’t care about politics. I care about the fact that I can’t trust you. That I don’t feel safe with you anymore.”

My chest tightened as I watched her break before me. “Georgia, I love you. I need you. You’re the only one who can stand by my side, the only one who makes me whole.”

She gave me a sad smile, one filled with exhaustion and heartbreak. “No, Damien. You don’t love me. You love the image of me. The perfect Luna, the perfect wife, the perfect alliance. But that’s not who I am anymore.”

I stepped closer, desperation clawing at my throat. “Please, Georgia. Don’t do this. We can fix it. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again.”

But she shook her head, her resolve unshaken. “It’s too late, Damien. Some things can’t be fixed. I’ll send someone to collect your signature. Goodbye.”

And with that, she turned and walked out of my office, leaving the papers on my desk.

I stood there, staring at the divorce petition, feeling my carefully constructed world crumble around me. The perfect marriage, the perfect image, the perfect plan—none of it mattered anymore. Without her, it was all meaningless.