All Chapters of The Housewife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The weekend was supposed to be our night—Lucas Howl and I had planned for it.Like clockwork, he undressed me, his hands moving with precision yet devoid of warmth. Nothing seemed to stir his desire.I knew how exhausting his days were as the pack's Beta, burdened by duty after duty.So, I leaned in, hoping a kiss would reassure him. I wanted to tell him we didn't have to do this if he was too tired. But the moment I touched him, he recoiled—like I was laced with wolfsbane. He pushed past me as he bolted into the bathroom where the sounds of violent retching echoed. I was left standing, a wave of shame washing over me.I had planned everything—the red wine, the music, the underwear, the perfume. I had envisioned a perfect night, but Lucas couldn't even bear to touch me.Why?I turned to the mirror, searching for an answer in my reflection.Behind me, the gagging continued, each heave slicing deeper, over and over. It was as if my mate was vomiting out his revulsion for me.

I hesitated, my pen hovering over the signature line of the mate bond dissolution agreement. Before I could sign, Lucas suddenly knocked on the door, his voice sharp with irritation. "Why didn't you make breakfast today? "I swear, I've spoiled you too much. Now, you don't even cook breakfast. What do you even contribute to this family?"With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household.He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking.No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid.A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name.After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house.She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."Amy was wearing a thin-strapped top, her shoulders marked with faint bruises—the kind onl

I landed at the airport, surrounded by unfamiliar scents.For the first time in years, I felt alive again. I had finally broken free from that perfect yet hollow love.Ms. Murphy's student, Noah, was there to pick me up. Even though we had never met, he instantly spotted me in the crowd.I frowned. "How did you recognize me so easily?""Ms. Murphy said you're a very beautiful lady." Noah was a gentleman, taking my luggage without being asked. "But more importantly, you were all over the news. "The Southern Pack's Beta, Lucas Howl, caused a huge scene at the airport, holding up your picture and demanding to know if anyone had seen you. The police even issued him a formal warning."I glanced at the news report. Lucas looked frantic, completely devoid of the composure a Beta was supposed to have."Grace, where are you going? Why did you block our mindlink? I know I forgot your birthday, but I was busy protecting the pack every single day."I was wrong. Please, come back. I'll giv

I gradually adapted to life in the Wolfen Kingdom, a fast-paced metropolis.My son adjusted well, too. He was more mature than I had expected.Even when he saw on social media that his father had suddenly gone crazy and hit the pretty neighbor, which led to a year-long sentence, he didn't seem fazed.I had initially worried that seeing all of this would make him break down, thinking he wouldn't understand the complexities of love and hate between adult werewolves. But he seemed not to care about those things.All he cared about was loving me.He patted my head and said, "Dad turned bad. I'll take care of you, Mommy. You're so beautiful. The werewolves chasing after you are lined up from Veyron to Parisian.""Am I that beautiful?""Yeah, you're more beautiful than when you were with Dad. Now, you smell so nice, and you're happy every day. I can feel your emotions, and you smell even better now."Our boy, Remus Howl, was still young. Even though he was mostly uttering nonsense, a