POV Azalea
The days that followed seemed to unravel in slow motion, the tension between us palpable in every glance, every touch. At night, we lay in bed like strangers, our bodies curled away from each other while the silence between us grew heavier with each passing moment.
One morning, as Thorne prepared to leave for work, I noticed him surreptitiously checking his phone, his expression a mix of guilt and concern. A stab of suspicion twisted in my gut, but I pushed it aside, unwilling to give voice to my fears.
"Thorne," I called out softly, watching him turn towards me with a wary look in his eyes. "Have a good day at work."
"Thanks," he murmured before quickly leaving the room, the weight of unspoken words bearing down on us both.
Throughout the day, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to Thorne's secretive behavior than mere stress. As much as I wanted to believe in him, that there was nothing between him and Vanessa, the shadows of doubt continued to creep into my thoughts, fueled by the lingering presence of Vanessa Ivanov.
In a quiet moment alone, I decided to confront my suspicions head-on. With trembling hands, I picked up Thorne's phone from the nightstand, hesitating briefly before unlocking the screen. I knew it was a breach of trust, but the uncertainty gnawed at me, demanding answers.
As I scrolled through his messages, my heart raced, my breath caught in my throat. And then I saw it—a text message from Vanessa, filled with intimate details and innuendos that left no doubt about the nature of their relationship.
"Darling Thorne, last night was incredible. I can't wait to be in your arms again. Love, V."
The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the floor as the crushing weight of betrayal settled upon me. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold together the broken pieces of my heart.
How could Thorne do this to me? To us? I had given him everything—my love, my trust, my loyalty—and in return, he had shattered our bond beyond repair.
As the tears continued to fall, I knew that I had a choice to make. I could continue to live in this suffocating silence, pretending that everything was fine while my dreams crumbled around me, or I could find the strength to confront Thorne and demand the truth.
"Love isn't enough," I whispered to myself, echoing the words I had spoken days before. "Not without trust."
And so, with a heavy heart, I made my decision. There would be no more secrets, no more lies. It was time to face the truth, no matter how painful it might be.
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My fingers moved with purpose as I researched the legal steps for my divorce. I read about documents, waiting periods, and possible outcomes. Each detail was a brick in the wall between my old life and the one I yearned for. With shaky hands, I clutched the papers to my chest and vowed to take back control of my own life. A single tear slid down my cheek, but I wiped it away and decided to be strong.
I set aside my laptop and gathered the paperwork for our divorce. Shaky hands held each document, but I remained firm - this was a necessary step towards independence.
"Thorne, you may have taken so much from me," I murmured, clutching the papers to my chest, "but I will take back control of my own life."
Mustering courage, I opened the heavy wooden door to the lawyer's office - the final barrier to my future - and refused to let Thorne's betrayal control me any longer.
I entered the office with trepidation. The reception area was warm and inviting, and a reassuring smile from the receptionist helped to ease my anxiety.
"Welcome, Mrs. Lamont," the receptionist said, gesturing towards the hallway. "Mr. Donovan is expecting you."
"Thank you," I replied, feeling my heart race in anticipation.
I saw sympathy in Mr. Donovan's eyes when I entered his office. It was the same understanding I'd seen in Axel's face.
"Mrs. Lamont, I've been reviewing your case," he began, and I braced myself for the conversation ahead. "I understand how difficult this must be for you, and I want you to know that I'm here to help guide you through the process."
"Thank you," I murmured, my voice barely audible and unrecognizable. "I just—I never thought it would come to this."
"Sometimes life takes unexpected turns," Mr. Donovan said softly, passing me a box of tissues. "But we can only control our own actions, not those of others. You have every right to seek a better life for yourself."
I dabbed at my eyes and took a deep breath, determined to stay focused. "What do I need to do?" I asked, my voice stronger now.
"First, we'll go over the documents you brought in," Mr. Donovan replied, gesturing for me to hand them over. As he reviewed the papers, he explained each step of the divorce process with care, ensuring I understood every detail. The weight of it all threatened to crush me, but I refused to let myself be overwhelmed.
"Are you ready to sign the divorce papers, Mrs. Lamont?" Mr. Donovan finally asked, his gaze meeting mine.
I hesitated, considering the weight of my decision. It would sever me from Thorne and all we had shared—laughter, whispers, tenderness—but also the heartache, betrayal and pain that now marked our relationship.
"Let me move on," I thought, gripping the pen tightly. With a determined nod, I signed my name on the dotted line, symbolizing the end of her marriage and the beginning of my new life.
As I handed the papers back to Mr. Donovan, I felt both relief and sorrow wash over me. But despite the storm of emotions raging inside, one thing remained constant - my resolve to heal and find happiness once more.
POV Azalea Red-eyed and trembling, I sat on the sofa clutching divorce papers. Images of Thorne with his lover made my already broken heart shatter into a million pieces, each one jagged and cutting deeper into my soul."Thorne," I whispered, choking back a sob. "How could you?"I could picture Thorne's plea for forgiveness, but our trust was broken. Walking away from our life was painful, but I needed to find my own path and heal alone. With determination, I wiped my tears and stood up. I refused to be defined by Thorne's mistakes or consumed by bitterness."Enough," I told myself, my voice firm despite my quivering chin. "I deserve better than this."I pushed the whispers of doubt and fear away, envisioning a life where I could stand tall and strong, free from the chains of the past. A life where I reclaimed my identity, self-worth, and ability to trust."Thorne," I murmured again, my voice filled with resolve. "You may have betrayed me, but you will not break me."As I stare
POV Azalea Moonlight bathed my tear-streaked face. Thorne's betrayal was a physical burden, and his lover's words convinced me I had to divorce him. With the sunrise came a determination to start anew, away from Thorne and his mistakes. He may have been my true mate, but I didn't need to be tied to him forever."Thorne," I murmured to myself, wiping away the last remnants of my tears, "you don't define me. I can survive without you."As I packed, bittersweet emotions surged through me. Our life had been imperfect, but it had brought moments of joy that I would cherish. Yet, the cost of staying had become too high and I knew I owed it to myself to find a life without betrayal or heartache."Starting anew is terrifying," I admitted, folding my clothes carefully into the suitcase. "But it's better than living in a constant state of pain."I stood in the center of our bedroom, among half-filled cardboard boxes and scattered belongings. My heart raced with anxiety as I reached for a
POV Azalea After settling into my new home, I finally accepted that I needed to give Thorne the divorce papers. My packed schedule for the pack meeting only added to my dread. As Luna, I couldn't escape his watchful gaze. When he texted me asking to talk, I tried to decline but he insisted on a meeting in his office in five minutes. He left the meeting and I stayed seated, clutching my purse with divorce papers inside. I needed to serve him and move on, but something held me back. Maybe it was the way his muscles flexed or his hair falling over his forehead. Despite everything, I couldn't deny my lingering attraction to him.“ Luna?” I heard my name being called and looked up to see my mother-in-law Lucille. She was standing with my brother-in-law Victor and they were both staring at me as if awaiting a response.“ Yes, Lucille?” I said. Holding back any sign of discomfort.“ Is it true that you have moved your belongings out of the main house? Is there trouble in paradise, my
POV ThorneAs I watched her car disappear my rage was uncontrollable. She left with Axel Rivers! Fucking Axel Rivers, the same guy who she was dating before we were forced to marry, the same guy that has been showing up coincidentally since he got back into town. My fists clenched and I kicked the dirt, tearing up as I realized that she was really going to do this. She was serious about a divorce. Well then if that's what she wanted I would give her her fucking divorce but I would make sure that she never got to leave the pack. I stormed back to the house, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't believe she would do this to me. To us. We were meant to be together, we were true mates. I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. Everything was one big misunderstanding.*****"Thorne, darling, If she wants a divorce then give it to her." Vanessa said as she wrapped her arms around my shoulder, her breath behind me. I stood up and her fingers traced my shoulder blades. "S
POV Thorne The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm light across the floor. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep, but it was no use.After the knocking became pounding I flinched and got out of bed, realizing I was still wearing my night clothes. I stumbled to the door, opening it to reveal my father standing there, his expression unreadable. "Come in," I said quietly, stepping aside to allow him entrance. He entered the room and sat down on the edge of my sofa, his eyes wandered around as if searching for Azalea and I could tell he wanted to say something, but he was struggling to find the words."There's been discussion in the council, Thorne. They're saying that you and Azalea are divorcing?"I felt my heart drop. "What? No, that's not true. We're just taking some time apart.""Your mother, I mean, Lucille said that Azalea has moved out." My father didn't miss a beat when he said this. He knew what he was doing. I swallowed hard, f
POV Thorne As they walked up the staircase Axel 's smirk grew wider, like he knew something I didn't. I forced myself to remain calm, to keep my expression neutral. I extended my arm to Azalea, offering her my elbow. She took it gracefully, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Shall we?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. We entered the grand hall, the sound of violins filling the air. The pack stood in formation, waiting for us to begin the procession. I could feel their eyes on us, assessing our every move. As we walked past them, I could sense the tension in their shoulders, the way they held themselves just a little tighter. They were worried about us, about how we would handle being together in public. But I knew that they were also watching, waiting for any sign of weakness. Axel continued to smirk as he walked beside me, his arm still casually draped over Azalea's shoulders. She looked over at me, her expression a mixture of sympathy and regret. I could tell she
POV Thorne As the weeks went by after the gala I felt myself being drawn like a magnet to her. I couldn't really explain it myself, I mean we'd been married for three years and during those three years she was a good wife, always supportive and understanding, but now it was different. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was the only one who truly understood what I was going through, and I think she felt the same way. We began spending more and more time together, training, eating, and just talking. It was as if we were two halves of the same coin, always finding our way back to each other. But as much as I wanted to believe that things were changing between us, I couldn't ignore the fact that Axel was still there, still trying to undermine me at every turn. He seemed to grow more and more aggressive in his attempts to make her doubt my intentions, to make her believe that I wasn't worthy of her loyalty. It was a constant battle, one that I could feel wearing me down. One day, a
POV Thorne It has been a week since I've seen Azalea. Every day I've spent trying to figure out what to do. I can't seem to shake the doubt that Lucille has planted in my mind. What if the Moon Goddess was wrong about her being my mate? What if I'm not meant to be Alpha? "Thorne, son, you have been awfully quiet. Is there something bothering you?" My father asked as we sat in his parlor having a cognac. "It's just..." I began, hesitating. "I'm not sure if I'm meant to be Alpha. I mean, what if the Moon Goddess was wrong about Azalea being my mate?" He took a sip of his drink, his eyes fixed on mine. "I see. And when did you begin doubting the Moon Goddess?" he asked with a raised brow. "Father, I've always respected the Moon Goddess and her will, but lately...I don't know. Lucille has been whispering things, and it's just...it's getting to me." He sighed, taking another drink. "I understand that you're worried, son. But you must remember that the pack has always trusted your