I Tore Our Mate Bond, Alpha Craved Me

Nyla's POV: My Alpha husband, Declan Hayes, had a severe s*x addiction. He had slept with many women before me, but after we got together, he discovered I was the only person who could ease his symptoms. Every time we had s*x, we had to try all sorts of things before his urges would finally subside. More than once, Declan pinned me beneath him and breathed, "Honey, I swear I could die happy buried inside you. You're my cure. What would I ever do without you?" I believed him. So I spent every day studying every resource I could find and learning new techniques, all so I could satisfy him and help keep his s*x addiction under control. Then came the day he threw a welcome-back party for his childhood sweetheart, Beatrix Collins. When I arrived, I happened to overhear him talking with his friends. "Declan, is your wife really that wild in bed?" "Of course. Declan trained her himself." "What about Beatrix?" Declan exhaled a stream of smoke, his expression softening. "She's different. She's innocent. I can't bring myself to touch her." A chill spread through my chest until my heart felt numb. I turned around and booked a mate bond severing ritual with a witch for 5 days later. 'If he doesn't cherish me, then I don't want him anymore. I want to see how well Declan can control his s*x addiction once I'm gone.' Once the appointment was confirmed, I called the principal of Pathseekers Pack Training Academy in the neighboring pack. "You asked me before if I'd come work at your academy as a pup instructor. I've decided to accept." He went silent for a moment, clearly surprised. "Are you sure? I once offered you 500,000 dollars just to come give a short training seminar, and you turned me down because you said Alpha Declan couldn't stand having you away from him even briefly. If you come here to teach, you'll be staying for years. Will Alpha Declan really let you go?" I stood in front of the mirror in the bar restroom, staring at the hickeys covering my neck. I managed a bleak smile. I used to think Declan kept me on such a short leash because he loved me and couldn't bear to be apart. Now I saw the truth. I was his living cure, and he needed me within reach so he could keep his condition under control. I took a deep breath. "I'm going to sever my mate bond with Declan. Once it's done, I'm moving to Pathseekers Pack to focus on my career." The principal and I had been friends for years. We had only drifted apart after Declan and I got married. After several seconds of silence, he said, "I've booked you a flight that leaves in five days. Everything will be ready on this end. Handle things with Alpha Declan carefully, and try not to let it get uglier than it needs to be. You two have been together a long time, after all." "Okay." I lowered my eyes to the cold wedding band on my finger. My eyes stung. 'Yeah. It's already been 5 years.' I was still lost in thought when my phone lit up. It was a message from Declan asking why I still wasn't there. Declan: Why aren't you here yet? Can't find the private room? Want me to come get you? I didn't reply right away. Instead, I wrote and sent my resignation letter to my current school. Only then did I leave the restroom. "What took you so long?" Declan asked as he sipped his drink, visibly annoyed by my lateness. "I got caught in rush-hour traffic." I made up an excuse and moved to sit beside him, but Declan shoved me away, his tone flippant. "Don't sit there. That's not your seat." That was all it took. Everyone in the private room burst out laughing. "That's right, Nyla. That's not your seat," one of Declan's childhood friends said with a suggestive grin. "Why would you sit on the couch? You're supposed to sit on Declan's lap." The others immediately joined in. "Exactly. Look around. All our dates are sitting on our laps." I glanced around. They weren't lying. Several men had scantily dressed women perched on their laps. When they noticed me looking, they became even more brazen. Their hands wandered freely, and breathy moans rose around the room. Declan's childhood friend fondled the woman in his arms while leering at me. "Don't just stand there watching, Nyla. Give Declan some attention too." Declan set down his glass and settled back into the booth, opening his arms as if he expected me to climb right in. "Nyla, don't be shy. We've done it like this before. You liked it, remember?" He was smiling when he said it. I said nothing. A chill sank through me. We had used that position many times to help with his s*x addiction. He would coax me into lingerie, telling me it showed off my figure perfectly and made him want me more. Then he would talk me into lowering myself onto his lap inch by inch, saying the angle let him go deeper and that all of it was necessary to help manage his condition. But no matter how adventurous our s*x life became, those things had always happened in the privacy of our home. They had never happened in a bar, with me displayed like a toy for his friends to stare at and joke about. The women with his friends were the lowest-ranking Omegas, relying on s****l favors for protection. I was Declan's wife and the Luna of Emberfang Pack. Declan clearly didn't care about my dignity. I clenched my wedding band so tightly that my nails dug into my palm. The pain in my hand felt almost fitting, given how thoroughly our marriage had rotted. The room gradually quieted when everyone noticed my expression. Only then did Declan reach for me. "It was just a joke. Don't take it to heart." When I still didn't speak, he finally sobered. He halfheartedly scolded the others, gave me a careless apology, and pulled me down beside him. "Come on, don't be mad, honey. I swear I won't pull that again." The party picked up again. I leaned against Declan, thinking about how to end a marriage that had become nothing but a name on paper without losing the last of my dignity. Then the door opened. Beatrix walked in wearing a white dress. "Declan?" Almost instantly, every man shoved the Omega off his lap and scrambled to straighten his clothes. Declan did the same. He shoved me aside, got up, and crossed to Beatrix. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he gently turned her away from the room. His voice became almost unbearably gentle. "Be a good girl and wait outside for a minute, okay? We need to clean this up." Then he shot the others a warning look. "Get these Omegas out of here. Beatrix doesn't need to see this." Everyone jumped to their feet. Some threw open the windows while others hurried the women out. Someone even turned on all the overhead lights, flooding the private room with brightness. But in that moment, the last of my hope in him died. 'So this is what Declan is like when he truly cares about someone.'