The next day, the Silvermoon mansion was eerily quiet. The servants moved about cautiously, whispering to each other but avoiding their Alpha. Everyone knew what had happened. Everyone knew that Alpha Nicholas had signed the divorce papers.
The mighty Alpha of Silvermoon was now alone.
Nicholas sat in his office, staring at the empty glass in his hand. The house still bore traces of the wedding—wilted flowers, ribbons, faint scents of perfume. What had once symbolized triumph now mocked him at every turn.
He had built his life on power, control, and appearances. But all of that had collapsed in a single week. The pack's loyalty was waning, the elders were furious, and his name was a laughingstock throughout the region.
He poured himself another drink, though his hands trembled slightly
