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Chapter 1 — He Had An Affair
Kathryn Lovelace's POV:
Your husband is cheating on you.
When I received the text message from my good friend, I had just finished administering my ovulation induction injection.
I endured the stabbing pain in my abdomen, leaning sideways on the long bench in the clinic's waiting area. My golden hair draped over half of my body, and my pale complexion made me look like a wilting rose, causing many passersby to glance back repeatedly.
I was enduring pain for the sake of our future child, and yet, my husband was having an affair?
With a trembling finger, I tapped on the photo.
In the photograph, my husband, Lucian Gandillon, was walking into a hotel while carrying a woman dressed in a haute couture pink princess gown.
His head was hung low, and he was treating the woman in his arms as if she were a precious treasure.
I knew who the woman in the photo was.
She was Lucian's first love, Juliette Pearce.
I promptly dialed Lucian's number. After enduring a lengthy busy tone, I finally heard Lucian's icy voice from the other end of the line. “What is it?”
What's the deal with that photo?
That was what I truly wanted to ask, but what slipped out was, “Will you be back tonight?”
If he agreed to return, there was a chance that the photo was merely a misunderstanding. Perhaps Juliette was injured or something along those lines. In any case, he had to carry her out of a gentlemanly duty.
However, the man on the other end of the phone fell silent. A few seconds later, Lucian snapped out impatiently, “What's the rush?”
Why did he sound so impatient?
Had I interrupted their intimate moment at the hotel?
We had been married for three years, and apart from our monthly lovemaking sessions timed to my ovulation period, I barely saw him at any other time.
The thought of him in bed with his ex was unbearable. My heart ached, my nose tingled, and I felt as though tears were about to fall.
I didn't want him to detect my current vulnerability, so I tried to make my voice sound as indifferent as possible. “Have you forgotten what day it is today?”
Today was our wedding anniversary!
Last month, while we were in bed, he had promised me that he would spend it with me.
Lucian interrupted me, saying impatiently, “I'll be home later, so don't worry.”
After he finished speaking, he promptly hung up the phone.
As I listened to the continuous beeping of the phone, my heart instantly sank to an all-time low.
Why didn't he come straight back home? Why did he have to go through with this act of infidelity!
I tilted my head back to rest for a while. Then, taking several deep breaths, I dialed my dear friend, Esther Strauss, asking her to come pick me up.
I simply didn't have the energy to make it home on my own anymore...
Ten minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hospital corridor. The woman, with her sleek ice-blue bob, moved with a purpose. Her silver highlights danced and flipped freely with her pace, creating a dazzling and explosive spectacle.
Unfazed by the curious glances cast her way, Esther simply raised an eyebrow and walked straight toward me.
Crouching down in front of the bench, Esther scrutinized my complexion with a blend of concern and frustration. She muttered under her breath, “He's already cheating on you with Juliette, so what's the point of you taking induction injections?”
I kept my head down, remaining silent.
My marriage with Lucian was originally forced upon us. It was Lucian's grandfather who insisted on pushing us together.
My first encounter with Arthur Gandillon was at my school's dinner party. As a renowned entrepreneur, he was invited to attend. At that time, I was part of the receptionist team and was fortunate enough to be grouped with Lucian.
Upon seeing us, Arthur immediately said something peculiar to Lucian, “Congratulations on finding your mate.”
Within a few days, I received a dinner invitation from the Gandillon family. During the event, Arthur openly arranged my marriage with Lucian.
When the prospect of marriage was presented to me, it seemed unthinkable, yet I didn't refuse. In fact, I was secretly thrilled - no one knew that I had liked Lucian for many years.
Back in our school days, he was the most handsome captain of the rugby team. I had never before seen a man exhibit such exceptional athletic talent. Whenever he stepped onto the field, victory was as good as ours.
When the boys violently hurled the ball at me, he effortlessly used his body to shield me, even though I was just an unwelcome nerd.
After we got married, Lucian was incredibly distant toward me.
I discovered the truth while I was cleaning one day. A photograph of him kissing another woman was quietly tucked away in his high school yearbook.
It was only then that I learned Lucian had an ex named Juliette Pearce.
The girl was tall and curvaceous, with strikingly beautiful features. The handbag on her arm was worth a four-digit sum, making her as elegant as a swan in daylight.
On the other hand, I was petite and of average looks, with an ordinary family background. Perhaps he found having such a wife to be embarrassing, for in the past three years, he had never once introduced me to anyone within his social circle.
Nevertheless, I didn't care. I was confident that sooner or later, I could warm Lucian's heart, make him forget Juliette, and settle down to live an honest life with me.
Now that Juliette had shown up, I realized just how foolish I'd been.
Upon arriving home, I took a bath. When I saw the sexy lingerie placed out on the bed, a wave of bitterness washed over me.
I had prepared that for tonight.
For all these years, I remained childless. Both Lucian and I had gone for medical examinations that showed no issues, yet, for reasons unknown, we just couldn't conceive a child.
Having a child had become my obsession.
I slipped into the lingerie, telling myself to give it one last chance, for me and for Lucian.
If he truly loved me, he would want to have children with me...
Tick tock, tick tock.
With each tick of the minute hand, my mood grew heavier.
Is he... not coming home tonight?
Chapter 2 — Let Us Get A Divorce
Kathryn's POV:
I curled myself into a ball, pulling the heavy blanket over me, and closed my eyes in disappointment.
Since things have come to this, I'll bring up a divorce tomorrow...
As I drifted between the world of sleep and wakefulness, I abruptly felt a heavy pressure bearing down on me. Panic-stricken, I opened my eyes, finding myself locking gazes with a pair of bright, light-blue eyes filled with an inexplicable emotion.
Realizing it was my husband, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I was intimately familiar with his robust physique, and he had a scent that I found utterly captivating. What stirred my heart the most, however, were his eyes - as fierce as a wolf's. I had scarcely seen such a pure shade of light blue in anyone else's eyes.
He had returned as promised.
It felt as though my heart was brimming with something. I reached up, curling my hand around his neck before nuzzling against his chin.
Lucian's gaze swept over what I was wearing, and his breathing grew heavier, hotter. “This set of lingerie looks good!”
As he spoke, he crudely ripped my undergarments apart, bending down to kiss my breasts. His actions were akin to a puppy messily gnawing away, leaving me with a sensation that was both ticklish and pleasurable.
His movements were swift, quickly tearing away my thong without warning before he tried to enter me.
I let out a moan of pain. He was too big for me, and I wasn't ready yet!
“F*ck, why are you so dry?” Lucian grumbled with a tone of disdain.
My body stiffened instantly.
Lucian was exceptionally well-endowed, significantly more so than any of the men I had seen in those adult videos.
He was my first man, and I wasn't sure if this was normal.
However, he usually took his time with foreplay, allowing me to experience the ultimate pleasure during our intimate moments.
For some inexplicable reason, he seemed to be in a rush today.
Following my pained sound, his rough actions began to gentle, and he stopped forcing himself inside. Instead, his warm and moist tongue gently traced the smooth skin of my throat. His fingers glided over my sensitive spot, slowly and tenderly teasing.
The sensation was overwhelmingly intense, causing me to let out an involuntary moan.
Fluids began to trickle out of me slowly. Using the moisture as lubrication, he slowly inserted his fingers into me, one, then two, then three, stretching gently. As the fluids increased, the movement of his fingers made a soft, squelching sound.
I was infatuated with his physique and deeply in love with his scent. My heart had always been beating for him, yearning to awaken his love with the passage of time.
I was aware that the Gandillon family might belong to the upper crust of society, as his relatives were always stressing their desire for me to bear him an heir as soon as possible.
Since I loved him, I was willing to bear him an heir.
I was willing to try anything that could lead to pregnancy - fertility injections, medications, and even different positions during lovemaking.
Lost in my passion, I found myself straddling his firm abdomen, rubbing my lower body against his impressive size.
Two orbs continuously brushed against the root of my thigh. I had taken a fertility shot earlier that day, so as long as what was within them entered me, there was a high chance I would become pregnant.
With a smile on my face, I blurted out, “This position greatly increases the chances of pregnancy...”
Lucian's face fell, his enthusiasm suddenly gone. “Again with this! You really know how to ruin the mood.”
He pushed me away, rolling out of bed.
It felt as though an icy blade had suddenly pierced my heart, the once warm bed abruptly turning frigid and bone-chilling.
Clearly, Lucian had no intention of continuing as he headed toward the bathroom.
Years of pent-up resentment finally erupted, made worse by my sexual frustration, and I broke the silence of the room with my piercing voice. “Stop right there!”
Lucian turned around to frown at me. “I don't want to do this with you for such a reason.”
“Who do you want to do it with then?” I rolled over and sat up, pulling on my nightgown as my expression turned cold. “Our intimate moments have been reduced to only five times a month. Is it because you've been spending your energy on Juliette?”
Lucian was momentarily taken aback before realization abruptly dawned on him. He glared at me fiercely and demanded, “Have you been following me?”
“Hah! What makes you think you have the right to talk to me about privacy when you're sleeping with your ex-girlfriend? Lucian, stop pretending to be morally righteous after what immoral things you've done!”
“You!” Lucian's temples throbbed. “Don't taint my relationship with Juliette with your sordid thoughts. She's nothing like you.”
It seemed that, in his eyes, I was ruthless and thoroughly dirty, while Juliette remained forever pure and unblemished. I spent three years on him, but that was nothing compared to a single glance from Juliette.
I genuinely felt like I had been blind to have loved him for so many years!
Back in my younger days, I would've beaten up sc*mbags like him! I couldn't believe I'd been treating him like he was something special all this while.
In that case, let all this suffering come to a complete end!
After a brief silence, I lifted my chin and said, “Lucian, let's get a divorce.”
Chapter 3 — She Wants A Divorce
Lucian's POV:
My luna was exceptionally enchanting that night, even dressing up in provocative lingerie for me. Her allure was simply irresistible!
In a haze of passion, I kissed her, barely taking a few moments for foreplay before I desired to be one with her.
However, her cry of pain reminded me of the fact that our sizes didn't exactly match.
I was a werewolf, while my wife was just an ordinary human.
Werewolves had been integrated into the human world for a long time, yet ordinary humans remained oblivious to our existence.
The reproductive organs of male werewolves were significantly larger than those of human males, and as an alpha, I was even more so compared to other werewolves. This has led to an unavoidable situation where I would always end up injuring my human wife during our intimate encounters.
I possessed the power to heal, yet oddly enough, it didn't have any effect on her.
For this reason, I had to limit my sexual encounters with her as much as possible.
Ever since we started trying to have a baby, it had been a while since we had experienced such sweet intimacy.
Even though I hadn't yet entered her, I could already anticipate the ultimate pleasure that awaited me.
“Be patient and wait for the perfect opportunity, only then will you catch the finest prey,” was what the former alpha wolf taught me.
My movements became increasingly vigorous as I tried to make my luna's passage wet enough to accommodate my girth.
To my surprise, my sweet luna moved to sit on top of me before beginning to rub her dampness over me.
Oh, where did she learn this pose from? It's truly amazing. D*mn it! I can't bear it anymore!
Just as I was about to thrust myself into her, my luna calmly told me, “This position greatly increases the chances of pregnancy...”
My arousal almost faltered!
F*ck! This again? Why is she bringing this up when I'm close to exploding!
I was fed up with the fact that every intimate encounter was solely for the purpose of getting her pregnant. This only escalated my frustration, particularly when I was already unable to sense any affection from her.
I was a werewolf, while she was a human. Our union was already a defiance of tradition. Why would the Moon Goddess bestow upon me a human luna? This made it impossible for me to feel her love for me.
At first, I didn't want to accept her. It was common knowledge that humans didn't have wolves, so I was likely the first werewolf incapable of sensing his mate's emotions.
Moreover, her constitution was even weaker than the omegas in the pack. She was so delicate that she couldn't even fully accommodate me.
But back then, my alpha, who was also my grandfather, insisted that I follow the guidance of the Moon Goddess and accept her as my mate.
My inner wolf was unable to connect with her, which stirred an indescribable irritation within me each time I saw her. It was as if my pleasure had reached a breaking point, yet I was unable to find release, resulting in an unbearable frustration.
After I officially became the alpha of my pack, the voices opposing human intervention in the werewolf world grew louder and more numerous. More and more werewolves began to despise humans, and my pack was no exception.
If the werewolves within my pack were to find out that their luna was a human, some of the more extreme individuals, the radicals, would likely rush forward to tear her apart.
To ensure her safety, I never officially revealed her identity. Only my most trusted subordinates and my family were informed about her.
Similarly, Kathryn had always been oblivious to the existence of werewolves in this world.
I encouraged her to do what she loved, such as staying at home and being a housewife.
I provided her with a supplementary card that had no spending limit, granting her the liberty to utilize my wealth and power to do anything she desired.
Even so, for some reason, I felt she seemed a bit uneasy, but I wasn't sure. After all, my wolf couldn't communicate with her!
She became increasingly obsessed with the idea of having a child with me, which made our already infrequent intimate moments even more uncomfortable.
Becoming pregnant was already a challenging task among high-ranking werewolves, let alone with a human.
I, too, desired to have a powerful alpha heir, as I could then proudly present my luna to the entire pack.
Nonetheless, I didn't want my mood for making love to be interrupted every time!
I was walking toward the bathroom, my head hung low in dejection, when she suddenly called out to stop me.
The silence of the room was shattered by her sharp voice. “Stop right there!”
I turned around, a frown on my face as I looked at her. “I don't want to do this with you for such a reason.”
I yearned for our intimate moments to return to the natural rhythm of normal couples, filled with deep affection and spontaneity, rather than being driven by some ulterior motive.
“Who do you want to do it with then?” My Luna sat up abruptly, pulling on her nightgown haphazardly. Her face was cold, a stark contrast to the passionate woman who had just been in bed. “Our intimate moments have been reduced to only five times a month. Is it because you've been spending your energy on Juliette?”
What? What was she saying? Juliette?
Juliette and I had grown up together since childhood. During our younger years, we were once in a relationship, but we eventually parted ways amicably.
Today, our pack was attacked by rogues. Juliette happened to be there at the time, and in order to protect the pack that we grew up in, she sustained serious injuries.
As an alpha, it was my duty to protect my people. I took her back to the hotel, where I used my healing power to treat her.
Members of a pack could heal faster under the influence of their alpha. I was originally planning to spend the night by Juliette's side, but my luna called me and asked me to come home.
I had returned, only to hear such demeaning speculations!
Seeing my silence, Kathryn grew increasingly angry. “Hah! What makes you think you have the right to talk to me about privacy when you're sleeping with your ex-girlfriend? Lucian, stop pretending to be morally righteous after what immoral things you've done!”
“You!” I couldn't believe what my ears had just heard.
How could she utter such crude words? It was a direct insult to both Juliette and my dignity!
“Don't taint my relationship with Juliette with your sordid thoughts. She's nothing like you,” I snapped, seething with anger.
After a brief silence, I saw her lift her chin and say, “Lucian, let's get a divorce.”
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