novelraw Chapter 136: Divorcing Her
Chapter 136: Divorcing Her
Leo’s POV
Within seconds, the door was thrown open so hard it hit the wall. Camilla and Talia rushed in, their faces pale with terror. They were triplets; of course, they had felt the sudden, violent spike in Bianca’s distress. They ignored me at first, throwing themselves onto the floor beside Bianca’s limp body.
"Bianca! Bianca, wake up!" Talia screamed, shaking her sister’s shoulders.
Camilla looked up at me, her eyes wide and wild with a mix of fear and fury. "What did you do? Alpha Leo, what did you do to her?!"
I just stood there, my arms folded across my chest, feeling absolutely numb. I didn’t feel guilt. I didn’t feel fear. I didn’t feel anything at all. In fact, I felt a strange sense of peace watching them panic. To hell with all of them.
"Healers! Someone call the healers!" Camilla shrieked, her voice echoing down the hallway.
Staff members began to scramble into the room, followed quickly by Liam and Leon. My brothers stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes darting from me to the blood on the carpet, and finally to the broken woman on the floor.
Leo, what happened? Liam’s voice rang in my head through our private mind link, sharp with concern.
I didn’t bother answering him privately. I looked Liam right in the eye and spoke out loud so the whole room could hear me. "This bitch tried to use a spell on me."
Both of my brothers frowned, their initial confusion instantly hardening into cold, dark anger. They knew exactly what that meant. They knew the violation of it.
Healers rushed in, pushing past the sisters to get to Bianca. They began chanting, their hands glowing with a frantic green light as they tried to stabilize her. I stood against the wall, watching them work, waiting for the announcement that she was dead.
Oh, how I wished she were dead. I didn’t care about the consequences. If her father wanted a war, I would give him one. I had been waiting for a reason to burn this whole fake life to the ground anyway. It was self-defense. She tried to enslave an Alpha’s will, and she paid the price.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
The crowd parted as my father, Sir Lennox, rushed into the room. The girls were sobbing now, the sound grating on my nerves.
Talia suddenly stood up and took a step toward me, her face twisted in grief. "How could you? She is your wife! What did you do to her? She isn’t moving... she isn’t even breathing!"
I didn’t even unfold my arms. I just let my Alpha scent flare, cold and full of anger. "Take one more step toward me, Talia, and you’ll find yourself lying right beside her."
She flinched, looking terrified. She turned to Leon, her husband, silently begging him to back her up or defend her honor. But Leon didn’t move an inch. He just glared at her with a look of pure disgust that made her shrink back.
"Your darling sister tried to use a compulsion spell on me while I slept," I said, my voice echoing over the healers’ panicked whispers. "She got exactly what she deserved."
Father Levi let out a roar of anguish, yelling for more healers, his face turning a deep, angry purple. Father Lennox didn’t say anything; he just kept staring at me with an unreadable expression. I didn’t blink. I glared right back at him until he was the one to look away.
"I have it!" one of the healers suddenly gasped, sweat pouring down his face. "I can hear it... it’s faint, but there is a heartbeat. She’s still with us."
I frowned. I wasn’t sure if I felt relieved or disappointed.
The healers doubled their efforts, pouring their magic into her broken body. The room was filled with glowing light and desperate prayers, but I remained an island of ice in the middle of it all. I looked at the thread bangle still hidden under my watch, the only thing that felt real in this room full of liars.
If she lived, she would wake up to a husband who hated her more than ever. If she died, I’d finally have my war. Either way.
I sat calmly on the edge of the dresser, watching as more than five healers worked like slaves, pouring their green healing magic into her shattered body. The room hummed with the vibration of their power.
Suddenly, Bianca gasped. Her eyes snapped open, wide and bloodshot.
A collective sigh of relief washed over the room. Camilla and Talia rushed to her side, sobbing her name, clutching at her hands as if they could hold her soul in place. I just sat there, my expression flat. I felt nothing but a cold, hollow disappointment that she was still breathing.
The healers checked her vitals with trembling hands. The bleeding had stopped, but they whispered among themselves about her neck. It was broken. Magic could knit the skin and stop the hemorrhage, but it would take a bone specialist and weeks of medical care to truly fix the structural damage.
They helped her into a sitting position, propping her up against the wall she had just bounced off of. That was when our eyes met.
The look on her face was pure, unadulterated terror. She looked at me as if I were a monster from the darkest depths of the abyss. I didn’t blink. Of course she feared me; I had just personally escorted her to the gates of the land of the dead.
"Take her to her chambers immediately," Father Levi barked, his voice shaking with suppressed rage. "A bone specialist is already on the way. Move!"
The staff stepped forward to lift her, but I stopped them. "Stop."
The word wasn’t loud, but it carried the weight of my authority. Everyone froze. I got to my feet, my movements slow and predatory, and walked over to where Bianca sat shivering.
"You dare to use black magic on an Alpha," I began, my voice low and filled with rage. "To use a compulsion spell to force me into your bed against my will. To enslave my mind."
Her fingers twitched weakly at her sides, like she wanted to crawl away but her body refused to obey her. Her lips parted, but no sound came out—just a dry, broken breath.
Her entire body began to tremble.
Not just fear... terror.
Her pupils were wide, unfocused, like she was still halfway trapped in whatever darkness she had just fallen into. Her gaze locked on me, and it didn’t leave—not even for a second. It was the look of someone who had seen death... and knew exactly who had dragged them there.
Her throat moved as if she wanted to speak, maybe to deny it, maybe to beg... but nothing came out except a weak, strangled sound.
A tear slipped down the side of her face.
Then another.
"Alpha Leo, now is not the time for this!" Father Levi cut me off, stepping between me and Bianca. "She is gravely injured!"
I turned my head slowly, fixing him with a stare so cold it seemed to drop the temperature in the room. "With all due respect, Father Levi, I would appreciate it if you never cut me off again."
It was incredibly rude, especially in front of the staff, but he was pushing me to the edge. He frowned , stepping back just enough for me to lock eyes with Bianca again.
"You thought we were still the naive boys you tricked a year ago," I said, leaning down so only she could hear the ice in my tone. "You thought you could magic your way into a heart that doesn’t belong to you. You violated the most sacred laws of our kind."
I straightened up, looking around the room at my father, the sisters, and the silent healers.
"For this crime," I announced, my voice echoing like a final judgment, "I am divorcing you. As of this moment, you are no longer my wife, and you are no longer a Luna of this pack."