Chapter 4 The Divorce in Public

Mira's POV

My body feels like stones when I wake up. I can barely open my eyes because my head hurts so much. My skin is sticky and hot, and my stomach twists. As the Omega in this large castle, my name is Mira, and I'm expected to be modest and quiet. However, there's a problem with me. Outside my window, I keep seeing those shining eyes and hearing that ominous rumble. I saw the shadow last night with something bloody in its mouth. After that, I didn't get much sleep.

With trembling hands, I tug on my tattered clothing. Even if my silver hair is untidy, I lack the strength to brush it. I can't stay in bed, even though I want to. Dane will be upset and Lila will yell if I don't work. My Alpha husband, Dane, no longer acts like he loves me. With my legs as unsteady as a newborn bird's, I inhale deeply and make my way to the kitchen.

The clashing of pots fills the kitchen. Lila's face is sweaty and red as she stirs soup. "Mira! "You're running late again!" she yells. She seems to be trying to bite me with her piercing eyes. I take a basket of bread and nod. The basket is heavy, and my hands feel weak. A loaf that I drop lands on the dirt.

Lila takes hold of my arm. "Stupid girl!" she yells. "You're creating chaos!" I flinch as her fingers dig into my flesh. My cheeks are burning as I dust off the bread. My throat feels constricted, yet I want to apologize. I grip the table to stay upright while my head swirls.

The gray-haired senior wolf, Tora, is slicing veggies. She frowns when she glances at me. She remarks, "Mira, you look so pale." "Are you alright?"

I mumble, "I'm alright," but my voice is tremulous. I don't want my illness to be known. Dane will be more hostile toward me after they tell him. I continue to work, using a knife that feels too large to cut bread. I cut my finger, and my hands shook. There is a small drop of blood on the table. I quickly hide it in the hopes that Lila won't notice.

I take a tray of cups to the great hall after the bread. I can hardly lift my arms because they are so tired. Wolves are eating and laughing in the hall. Dane's brown hair shines in the light as he sits at the head table. Beside him, in a fiery red outfit, is Selina. Her hand is back on his arm, and she's grinning. I feel like someone is squeezing my stomach when I see them.

Careful not to spill, I put down the tray. Dane doesn't look at me or say anything kind, even if I want him to. "Mira," he adds in a chilly tone. "These cups are filthy. Is there nothing you can do correctly?

My face is burning. I mumble, "I apologize." I can barely hear my own voice because it's so tiny.

With nasty blue eyes, Selina chuckles. She says, "Dane, she's not good for you." "A powerful partner is what an Alpha needs, not this weak thing." I can hear the other wolves laughing loudly, as well. Dane simply shakes his head when I look at him, hoping he'll say something to stop them.

He says, "Go wipe the mugs." "Avoid returning until they are flawless."

I nod and pick up the tray, trembling so terribly that a cup breaks on the ground. Everyone looks on as the hall becomes silent. Tears sear my eyes and my heart thuds. I sliced my hand while kneeling to pick up the pieces since my fingers are clumsy. The stone floor is dripping blood.

"Enough!" Dane yells. I freeze when he speaks in a thunderous voice. With storm-hard gray eyes, he gets to his feet. "You're making me look foolish in front of the pack, Mira. Get up.

My legs are unsteady as I stand. Blood runs down my fingers, and my hand hurts. I can't move, but I want to flee. Selina is grinning like she won something while the entire pack looks on.

Dane approaches with a furious expression. He claims that you are unfit to be his partner. Mira, you're weak. You are nothing. My chest feels constricted after hearing his remarks, which are like a smack. My lips opens to speak, but nothing comes out.

Selina gets to her feet, her red hair gleaming. "Dane is correct," she asserts. "A strong person is what an Alpha needs, not an Omega who is incapable of holding a platter." My ears ache from the cheers of the group. I stare at Dane, expecting him to deny it, but he doesn't.

He looks to the pack instead. "I have finished with her," he declares. "Mira isn't my partner anymore. I'm divorcing her right now. The words pierce my heart like a knife. As the crowd erupts in applause, Selina claps with a broad, piercing smile.

I'm having trouble breathing. My eyes welled up with tears, and I did nothing to stop them. I whisper, "Dane," but he ignores me. Selina holds his hand as he turns to face her. The pack continues to applaud, and I feel like I'm fading away.

With a quiet voice, Dane commands, "Get out." "Get out of the castle. You have no place here.

My legs tremble as I stagger back. I feel like I'm going to fall because my brain is spinning and my stomach is twisting so much. More cups shatter when I drop the tray. Someone flings a piece of bread at me as the gang laughs. I wince when it strikes my shoulder.

With my bare feet smacking the chilly floor, I dash out of the hallway. My eyes water, and I stumble and land hard on my knees. Even though I'm in pain, I stand up and continue jogging. When I reach my room, I take hold of my blanket, which is all that belongs to me. My head hurts so much that I can't think, and my body feels both hot and cold at the same time.

Behind me, I hear footsteps. It's the enormous wolf, Tor. He says, "You heard the Alpha, Mira." "Go. Right now. He has steely eyes and a terrible voice. He takes hold of my arm and drags me over to the castle gate.

The night is cold outside, and I can feel the wind stinging my skin. My feet are bare, and I'm still wearing my flimsy dress. The gate crashes behind me as Tor shoves me through. I stand on the dirt path by myself. The castle appears large and menacing, as if it were making fun of me.

I collapse to the ground as my legs give out. My stomach feels like it's breaking, and my head is pounding. Everything hurts, and I'm exhausted. I remember Dane holding my hand in the past. I'm not sure why, but he suddenly despises me. I weep until my throat hurts.

Then the rumble reaches my ears. It is deep and low, emanating from the shadowy woodland. My heart stops. When I look up, the shadow with the fire-like eyes is back. Standing at the edge of the trees, it is now closer. It no longer has the bleeding object in its mouth, but something else is off. A piece of fabric-my dress, which was ripped when I fell-is in its grasp. With a howl that chills my blood, it raises its head. Then it begins to move in my direction.