Chapter 4 4: Divorced And Sold

"You must be joking, Modrich," Freya said, her voice tight, with her hands clenching at her sides. Her chest burned, a mix of disbelief and anger.

"Does this look like a joke to you?" Modrich asked with his tone icy.

"Do you think taking my sister as your concubine will bring me any respect?" she demanded, her eyes flashing in hurt.

He shrugged, unconcerned. "You said I can take any woman I want as my concubine. So why would taking your sister be any different?"

Freya stared at him, stunned. His words were deliberate, cruel, and infuriating.

"She is my sister," Freya said, her voice rising with controlled fury. "You cannot do this."

"I have declared it, Luna," Modrich replied, his tone firm, and unyielding.

Freya spun toward her parents, hoping for some intervention, some sign they would stop this madness... but they remained silent, and their faces unreadable.

"Mother, Father... are you seriously allowing this?" she asked, disbelief and hurt cutting through her calm.

Her voice shook slightly despite her effort to stay composed, the weight of betrayal pressed down on her chest. Not only had her sister crossed every boundary, but now the people she trusted most... the ones who were supposed to protect her... sat silently, doing nothing.

"There's nothing wrong. Alpha Modrich has declared it, and we cannot go against him," Mrs. Hampton said, her tone calm, and resigned.

Freya's eyes fell on Veriel, and she saw the victorious smirk curling on her sister's lips. Every glance, every subtle movement screamed triumph. They were all against her... her sister, her parents, even Modrich himself.

It made her chest tightened more. The betrayal, the humiliation, the sheer audacity of it all pressed down on her. She could not sit there any longer. Without a word, she stood and walked out of the living room.

Once in her room, she paced back and forth, trying to contain the storm inside her. How could Modrich choose to embarrass her like this? Not just her, but in front of her sister, her parents, and now, potentially, the entire pack? The thought alone made her blood boil.

She couldn't do this anymore. Ten years of her life spent beside a man who showed her nothing but disregard, and now this complete humiliation.

Freya had thought duty meant sacrifice, but there was a limit. She had given everything, held herself together through every slight, every betrayal, every cold glance, and yet he treated her like she was nothing.

Her decision had formed in her mind with chilling clarity, and she would step down. She could no longer stand by and watch Modrich walk over her, over everything she had done for him, as if her loyalty, her pain, and her presence meant nothing. Enough was enough.

She had to step down from being Luna, even after everything... the ten years of training, the sacrifices, the constant vigilance. The weight of it all pressed down on her as she lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling smaller than ever.

Exhaustion pulled her under, and sleep claimed her quickly. When she opened her eyes, evening had already fallen. She poured water over herself in the shower, letting the cold wash some of the anger and despair away. Dressed and composed, she made a decision to divorce.

Freya walked to Alpha Modrich's room, but the room was empty. She stepped outside, scanning the courtyard, and then she saw him in the swimming pool. Relief surged for a moment, only to vanish as her eyes landed on the other figure beside him.

Her heart froze, it was Veriel. Her sister's laughter carried across the water, light and teasing, while Modrich leaned close, watching her with a smile. Ten years of loyalty, sacrifice, and training, and this was what she saw. Her hands clenched at her sides as the scene burned into her mind.

Freya kept her face calm, hiding the storm raging inside, as she walked toward them. Modrich's head lifted, his eyes locking onto hers, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

Without a word, she slid the rings from her fingers and flung them across the ground. They clattered on the stone, and Modrich froze, shock spreading across his features.

"I'm done," she said. "I want out of this union. I'm stepping down as Luna. I don't want any part of this anymore."

Modrich's lips parted, disbelief and anger flashing in his voice. "You can't just leave. This isn't yours to decide!" He climed out from the pool, now standing in front of her.

"It is my choice," Freya replied firmly. "I've given ten years, and I've had enough. I'm done."

Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him and Veriel stunned behind her.

When Freya entered the living room, her parents looked up in concern. "Freya, what's happening?" her father asked.

She took a deep breath. "Since you want Veriel to be with my husband, I can't take this embarrassment," she said, then gave out a long breath. "I want a divorce. I'm stepping down as Luna."

Her mother gasped. "Freya, please... don't do this. Think about the family!"

Her father added. "We didn't mean for it to go this far. Don't throw everything away."

"I've made my decision," Freya said firmly, shaking her head. "No. I cannot stay, and I won't let this continue."

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Two days later, the divorce papers were ready.

The palace lawyer arrived, carrying the documents. Modrich hesitated, his eyes briefly meeting Freya's, a flash of anger and disbelief crossing his face.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"I've never been more certain," Freya replied.

The lawyer placed the papers in front of them. Modrich signed reluctantly, his hand trembling slightly. It was done, and nor she was no longer the Luna.

Freya packed her belongings quietly. Without another word, she left the palace and made her way to her parents' house, leaving the past and her pain behind.

Back at her parents' house, Freya set her luggage down quietly. Her parents looked at her, worry etched on their faces.

"Freya, maybe you should go back," her mother said softly. "Beg him to forgive you. It's not too late."

"I will not," Freya said firmly, shaking her head. "I've made my choice. I won't return to him."

Her father opened his mouth, about to protest, but before he could say a word, the door burst open. Freya froze when she saw hefty looking men entered, this made confusion clouding her mind.

"Is this her?" one of them asked, eyes scanning the room.

Her father hesitated for a moment, then nodded stiffly. "Yes... take her."

Before she could process his words, strong hands grabbed her arms. She struggled violently, kicking and twisting, trying to break free, but there were too many of them.

"Let me go!" she shouted, her voice cracking with fear.

"You have no use to us anymore, Freya. Now that you are no longer Luna, your only value is to serve as our freedom from the debt we owe the Lone Wolf." Mr Hampton said.

Freya's eyes widened, shock and disbelief rooting her to the spot. "You... you're selling me to the Lone Wolf?" she asked, voice trembling with anger and fear.

Her mother opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, a cloth was pressed over Freya's nose and mouth. The chemical sting made her inhale sharply, fear surging, and then darkness swallowed her whole.