My Secret Divorce From The Cruel Alpha

"Strip her clothes off. If she isn't pregnant by tonight, every single one of you dies."

Paralyzed on the cold bed, I watched my mate, Cason, drive a sedative needle into my neck. He made five doctors watch as he forced himself on me, breeding me like livestock.

All because his "pure" sister-in-law, the widow of his dead brother, desperately needed an heir with the Hatfield bloodline to secure her position in the pack.

I thought he was the hero who saved my life three years ago. Until I heard his mocking confession-he staged the entire deadly attack himself. I was never his cherished Luna; I was nothing but a "perfect meat shield" and a disposable womb.

When I woke up from that nightmare, I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I quietly handed him a stack of "territory purchase" documents.

Impatient to go comfort his fragile widow, he blindly scribbled his name without reading a single word. He had no idea he had just signed the Declaration of Mate Rejection and a complete Asset Severance Agreement.

I thought I could finally escape this hell. But just as I was packing my bags, my phone rang frantically.

It was the hospital. My father's condition had suddenly deteriorated, and he needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency surgery immediately. But when I tried to pay, I realized every single account under my name had been frozen.

Before I could even process the despair, the bedroom door locked from the inside.

Cason walked in. The aphrodisiac incense he had secretly burned in the room was already boiling in my blood, making my treacherous body tremble uncontrollably. He pinned me against the wall, his hand sliding down my waist.

"Want the money to save your father?" he whispered, a cruel smile touching his lips. "Then be a good wife and give me an heir."

Watching my drug-addled, desperate struggle, he leaned in and delivered his ultimate threat:

"The only man in this world who can save your dying father... is the one standing between your legs right now."