Divorced by the Alpha king

Three years ago, I stood at the altar in a white dress, my hands shaking as I waited for my mate. Alpha King Damien of the Northern Pack. The most feared, most wanted wolf in the entire country. The church was silent. 500 wolves watched. Cameras flashed. My father beamed from the front row, already planning how Damien’s title would save our dying family business. But Damien didn’t say “I do.” He looked at me with silver eyes so cold they burned. Then he spoke 5 words that broke the world: “I divorce you, Aria Blackwood.” Gasps. My father stood up, face red. “Damien! We signed the contract!” Damien turned his ring on his finger. Alpha King ring. The one he’d slipped on my finger 10 minutes ago. “The contract is void. My Luna is not you.” His voice echoed through the pack bond. Every wolf heard it. Every human livestream heard it. Humiliation burned my cheeks. I was 22. Heiress of Blackwood Corp. And in 10 seconds I became the most divorced woman in werewolf history. “I’m not pregnant,” I whispered. Because that was his excuse last night. “She’s pregnant with my heir.” Some omega from the lower district. Damien’s jaw ticked. For 1 second I saw regret. Then his mask slammed back on. “The Northern Pack needs a fertile Luna. Not a barren CEO.” Barren. The word cut deeper than divorce. I lifted my chin. Three years of business school. Three years of running his company while he fought wars. I wasn’t some omega he could toss away. “Fine.” My voice didn’t shake. Not anymore. “I, Aria Blackwood, accept your divorce. By Alpha Law, I claim 50% of all assets acquired during mating bond.” His silver eyes flickered. Surprise. He thought I’d cry. “The Blackwood shares you gave me as wedding gift? They’re mine now. And I’m keeping the CEO title too.” I pulled the divorce papers from my bouquet. My lawyer had drafted them at 3am after Damien’s confession. Damien laughed once. Cold. “You think you can run a pack company without me?” “No.” I smiled for the first time that day. “I’m going to build one that destroys yours.” I walked past him. Past 500 shocked wolves. Past the omega in the back pew, hand on her stomach. Past my father who whispered “You ruined us.” I didn’t ruin us. He did. The church doors slammed behind me. White dress, broken crown, and $2 billion in shares. Three years later, they’d call me the Ice Queen CEO of Blackwood Corp. The woman who took down an Alpha King. But tonight… tonight I was just Aria. Divorced. Humiliated. And pregnant with twins he didn’t know existed.