Everyone Expected Me To Divorce

Brooklyn's POV:

"It's all because of you!" Hale, like a rabid wolf, shouted at me, "Since you married me, my parents and I have lived a miserable life. My father died. The painting exhibition failed! I had poured a lot of heart and soul into it. And now you even tell me that you want to go back to your parent's house! Why do you want to go back? To tell them how I torment you?"

I was scared!

After Hale and I confirmed our mate relationship, I got married to him  I did soon. I tried so hard to satisfy the demands of him and his mother. I never dared to disobey their orders. So I always followed their hearts.

But he was like a tyrannical King. He didn't let me go out, meet my friends, and contact my parents. He would always blame me like the food was salty, the grocery store's income had a problem, etc. If he found some "problematic" records on the ledger, even just a penny, he would directly grab me by the hand,  as if I was a thief and stole his money. Usually, he questioned me without mercy.

He even didn't care about how I felt. He always forced me to sleep with him.

I didn't understand what I had done wrong. And I tried to communicate to solve the possible conflict between us. But he wasn't going to tell me about it except to sneer and scold me.

I could only follow his orders to make him satisfied. And I had to be careful. But he still treated me indifferently.

Sometimes, I felt like I was not his wife in this family, but a maid.

Honestly, I wanted to get a divorce from him.

I thought I would be happy after I got rid of the family I grew up in. But I didn't expect that my own married life became so bad and desperate.

My father was the Alpha of the Cacer pack and my mother's mate was the Alpha of the Pisces pack. They were close friends since childhood and fell in love with each other. They did believe that they would mate for each other. That was why I was born. But the Moon Goddess made another arrangement. Werewolves only produced offspring with their mates. And no one knew why they could give birth to me...

After they reformed families with their respective mates, I was like an orphan, being laughed at and gossiped about.

Maybe it was because my father still cared about me, I was eventually brought up by him in his pack.

I was sad. But I couldn't be angry because I was just the fruit of their puppy love but not the offspring of werewolves. It had hardly ever happened in the history of werewolves. And some werewolves even called me a "monster", threw stones, and spit at me.

But my father's mate, my stepmother, was very kind to me. And my half-brother, Moore, was also very concerned about me. He often fought for me with the werewolves who bullied me. And he even comforted me that if I hadn't found a mate after I awaHaleed at the age of 16, I could still stay here. He told me that I didn't have to worry about anything. He would inherit the Cacer pack in the future.

I did believe that my identity would not be blessed by the Moon Goddess, I probably couldn't find my mate in this life. I didn't expect that I smelled the scent of my mate when I was  18 years old.

That was Hale, my current husband.

From a long time ago, when I saw my father had a lovely family and was blessed by everyone, I longed for that kind of wonderful family too. Werewolves were such a species that valued family and pack. So when I found Hale, I did cherish our relationship.

Hale was also very kind to me. He was thoughtful, considerate, and gentle. He cared about my preferences and didn't allow me to do any housework. He blocked all the gossip for me and promised to form a happy family with me in front of everyone.

So when he knelt down on one knee and proposed to me, I could hardly wait to say yes.

What could be more blissful than forming a family with my beloved mate? And I even started to fantasize about life after marriage.

However, I didn't know what I did wrong. After a few days, Hale suddenly changed. He stopped giving me a good morning kiss every day and stopped saying sweet words to me. He even blamed me when I was sick. He asked me to prepare three meals a day and run the grocery store. He didn't smile or talk to me when we didn't have many guests. And I was not allowed to contact my family.

All of these made me feel like...I was a loser. I couldn't finish anything.

His tenderness had become a sharp knife. I could no longer feel warm and secure but depressed.

I was more and more silent. I did not want to talk to Hale and eat with him at the same table. I preferred to stay in some quiet corners all the time, rather than meet with him.

Just now, I told Hale I received a letter from Cacer pack. My brother Moore would soon become the Alpha of the pack. He wanted to invite me to go back and witness his glorious moment. However, my husband was furious when he heard about it. He even scolded me with all the hurtful words he could remember.

I was so sad, even the sunny day couldn't heal my depressed mood.

But I had to attend my brother Moore's enthronement ceremony! Moore was one of my family members. He would warn Hale not to bully me. Or Hale would not let go of me. I must witness this glorious and sacred moment with him.

So, no matter what kind of torment I would suffer, I had to behave bravely and fearlessly - For the sake of my beloved family!

"Hale, please... you can go with me. My brother has been so good to me and I would love to go back to witness such a beautiful moment."

Unfortunately, all I got in return for my pleading was a light snort of laughter from Hale: "You want me to come back with you...Why? You want to tell your brother what happened to you and tell me off?"

"No, that's not what I meant. No..."

When I was about to say something, Hale yanked my hair. It was really painful.

While, when did my husband start being so terrible? Oh, he became like this since the day his exhibition failed. He didn't get the title of an artist as he wished. And...everything changed.

Hale always called himself an artist. But his paintings were not outstanding. I never saw him sell any painting or anyone praise his paintings. But he was proud of himself. He was really confident about his painting. And he liked to criticize others in a loud voice. If anyone disliked his paintings, he would curse them angrily. He believed that those people were idiots.

How could he succeed?

Soon, he couldn't afford the cost of his exhibition. And at this time, his father died unexpectedly. Hale was worried about his mother. She lived with us since then.

I totally understood his worries. And I also agreed to take his mother over. But it also meant that we needed to earn more money for our daily consumption. We didn't have many clients. So the grocery store didn't operate well. And Hale refused to work. So I had to find a way to escape from the current financial dilemma. Then, I decided to find Hale and ask him for help. At least, he could help run the grocery store. But at that time, he scolded me.

Gradually, we were not close as before. And his supervision became more and more strict.

"You didn't hear what I said? YOU CAN NOT GO BACK! If you go back, I'll break your legs."

Hale pressed his mouth to my ear and warned me viciously.

I shuddered instantly.

I nodded gritting my teeth: "Okay, I won't go back. Stop pulling my hair, okay?"

Hale pushed me away and then handed me a cell phone: "Call and tell them you're too busy to go back!"

"Okay..."

I decided to give in temporally. And as for the ceremony, I could sneak away to attend it when Hale wasn't watching me. After all, it was my brother Moore's succession ceremony!

With Hale's supervision, I made a phone call home.

It was my stepmother Abbey who answered the phone, "Oh my God, it's Brooklyn, my girl! How are you doing? Why don't you call home frequently?"

"Everything is okay, Abbey. Forgive me for being too busy to call home."

I didn't want her to worry about me. So I changed the subject, "I'm calling to ask you for help. Mom...please tell Dad that I've received the invitation and letter. But I've been very busy lately. So I may not be able to attend it."

"Really? That's such a pity...But, honey, take care of yourself! Don't be too tired, honey" Abbey felt regretted my decision and was concerned about me.

I was touched: "Thank you. Just give my blessing to my brother for me, mom. And I'm sure he'll be a great Alpha in the future! I'm proud of him."

The alpha werewolf would hold the Alpha Succession Ceremony at the age of 16. After that, he would begin to find his mate and learn how to rule a pack. When he was 18 years old and became an adult, he would officially take over as Alpha of the pack. At that time, the Alpha mark would appear on his left shoulder blade. It was the full moon representing his right to rule the pack. And his mate would become Luna of the pack after the Luna ceremony.

So this big ceremony was an important turning point in my brother Moore's life. And I must be with him to witness this glorious moment. But now, I was watched by Hale...I could only say that.

"He is also proud of you, honey."

Abbey responded to me while she was still concerned about me, "By the way, honey, your father is always wondering...how you two are doing...and he wants to visit you recently."

"We're fine, don't worry, mom..." I replied impatiently. I was so afraid that they would actually come over and see me in such a terrible situation.

"Really?" Maybe I said that in hurry, but Abbey did not believe it. And she asked me in a low voice, "Honey, no matter what happened to you, remember... you have us in Cacer pack and your family will not allow anyone to hurt you."

I hadn't heard such warm words for a long time. And I almost burst into tears.

After a while, I sniffled and said, "Don't worry, mom. I'll take good care of myself. I'll definitely attend Moore's ceremony."

"Okay, honey...promise me...you will do that, okay?"

"I will...Love you, mom."

After hanging up the phone, Hale looked at me teasingly and reached out his hand to me, "Give me the invitation and letter your brother sent to you."