Dear Ex Husband, The Tyrant Rogue King Wants me!

Katherine Harrington:

Sebastian didn't even look at me when he spoke.

"Let's get divorced again."

His voice was mechanical, hollowed out, as if the words had been rehearsed in front of a mirror until all feeling bled away.

"I promise you, after this one, I'll give you the grand wedding you've always dreamed of. The dress, the flowers, the entire pack watching. Maybe then we can finally tell them we're married... officially."

The promise hung between us like smoke, pretty, intangible, already dissolving.

What else could I have expected?

This was the tenth time.

Ten times he had slid those same papers across the table. Ten times he had chosen her. Helen. His moonlight. The beta's golden daughter. The one who had rejected him years ago, left him broken under a storm-soaked sky, only to waltz back the moment his name appeared in lights and his books lined bookstore shelves.

I reached for the pen.

My fingers felt numb, distant, like they belonged to someone else.

I held his gaze for what felt like forever - searching those familiar hazel eyes for even a flicker of regret, of guilt, of anything that might prove I hadn't spent years loving a ghost.

"Did you ever love me?"

The question escaped before I could cage it, soft and cracked.

"Even once?"

Silence.

Thick.

Merciless.

He exhaled through his nose, the sound impatient.

"Katherine, please. Don't be cruel. Have some heart for once in your life."

His tone turned sharp, edged with the exhaustion of explaining the obvious.

"Helen is pregnant. She needs stability right now, someone to stand in until... until things settle. And you're seriously asking me this right now?"

My throat closed.

"But why does my husband have to be the one standing in?"

Tears escaped before I could stop them, hot tracks carving down my cheeks.

"Why is it always me who steps aside?"

He finally met my eyes then - cold, matter-of-fact, utterly empty of remorse.

"Because I don't love you the way I love her. I never have."

The truth landed like a blade between ribs - clean, precise, practiced.

I felt something inside me fracture, not dramatically, but quietly, irrevocably , the way old glass shatters under steady pressure.

I nodded once.

Swallowed the sob clawing up my throat.

This wasn't new pain; it was the same wound reopened so many times the edges had calloused over.

Yet somehow it still bled fresh.

Years ago, after I lost my parents and found myself utterly alone, Sebastian remained my one constant-my childhood best friend, the boy who had always been there.

I loved him quietly, deeply, in the way that only goes unspoken. But his heart had long belonged to someone else: Helen, his white moonlight, the one he idealized and chased with unwavering devotion.

When she finally turned away from him-cold, decisive, never once looking back-I was the one who found him in the aftermath, broken and lost in the silence she left behind.

I stayed.

I held him while he wept.

I bandaged the invisible wounds she left behind.

I waited through the long, silent months when he could barely speak.

And when he finally lifted his head, looked at me with something like gratitude, and whispered, "Marry me, Kat," I had believed - foolishly, desperately - that the Moon Goddess had seen me at last.

That my patience, my loyalty, my quiet love had earned me a place at his side.

Then came the fame.

The book tours.

The interviews.

The anniversary dinner I planned for our third year that he never showed up to - because Helen had returned, radiant and repentant, and suddenly the house we built together, had three occupants instead of two.

I became the spare room.

The background noise.

The convenient wife who signed papers and cleaned up after their reunions.

My hand moved across the page.

Signature steady even as everything else trembled.

When the last loop of my name dried, I stood slowly, legs unsteady beneath the weight of accumulated humiliations.

Sebastian was already scrolling through his phone, voice casual, as though we'd just discussed grocery lists.

"That's good. Now go clean the main bedroom, please. Helen and I will take it - she's been having trouble sleeping anywhere else."

He glanced up, expression almost kind in its indifference.

"You'll use the guest room. She's terrified of thunder, and the forecast is bad tonight. And when she gets here... don't make a scene. Don't take your anger out on her. She doesn't deserve that."

I stood there a moment longer, staring at the man I had loved for so long it had become part of my breathing.

He didn't notice.

He never did.

I did exactly what he asked.

Numbly, mechanically, I moved through the motions like a shadow of myself. I stripped the sheets from the main bedroom bed-the ones still faintly scented with my lavender detergent-and replaced them with fresh white linens that Helen preferred. I fluffed the pillows just so, arranged the extra blanket she always needed "for comfort," wiped down the nightstand, and even placed a small glass of water there because she sometimes woke thirsty in the night. Every action felt like folding away pieces of my own life, tucking them into a drawer labeled *temporary*.

When the room looked perfect-untouched by me, ready for them-I turned to leave.

The door swung open before my hand reached the knob.

Helen stepped in first, one delicate hand cradling the gentle swell of her belly, her silk dress clinging softly to her curves. Sebastian followed close behind, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. His arm. The same one that had once flinched at the slightest touch from me-*"I'm not big on physical contact, Kat, you know that"*-now held her like she was the only solid thing in his world.

They froze for half a second when they saw me.

"Oh... Kat," Helen breathed, voice smooth as poured honey, eyes wide with perfectly rehearsed innocence. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing your husband for a little while."

The word *borrowing* landed like a slap wrapped in velvet.

I forced my lips into something that might pass for a smile. "No. I hope you're okay... and the baby."

Helen tilted her head, lashes fluttering. "Sebastian... are you sure your wife won't be mad at me?" She leaned into him just a fraction more, as if testing the waters of his devotion.

Sebastian's chuckle was low, indulgent-the kind he used to save for late-night talks when it was just us. Now it belonged to her.

"Come on, Helen. Of course not. She's not worth getting worked up over." His gaze flicked to me-brief, dismissive, like swatting away a fly. "After all, you need me by your side right now. All to yourself."

The words carved deeper than any yell ever could.

I opened my mouth before I could stop myself, voice barely above a whisper. "What about me, Sebastian? I need you by my side too..."

He turned then, eyes narrowing into something cold and impatient. "But you have me." The hiss cut through the room like a blade. "Helen is alone right now-carrying a child, dealing with everything on her own. So stop making this all about you."

He didn't wait for my response. Instead, he guided Helen forward with gentle hands on her waist, helping her ease down onto the edge of the freshly made bed-the bed I had prepared for them only minutes ago. She sank into it gracefully, one hand still cradling her belly, the other reaching up to brush his cheek in silent thanks.

Sebastian knelt in front of her for a moment, murmuring something soft I couldn't catch, his thumb tracing a soothing circle over her knuckles. The tenderness of it twisted something inside me until I could hardly breathe.

Helen looked up at him, lashes lowered, voice turning syrupy sweet. "Sebastian... I have a favor to ask you."

He smiled-soft, automatic, the same smile he once gave me in the quiet hours before dawn. "Okay, Helen. Anything."

She let the silence stretch just long enough to make my pulse thunder in my ears. Then, slowly, deliberately, she lifted her gaze to meet mine across the room-eyes gleaming with quiet victory-before turning back to him.

Her next words hung in the air like a noose tightening.

"Marry me. Before the baby comes."

Katherine Harrington:

In the five years I've stayed with Sebastian-through ten divorces-I've never once had the grand wedding he keeps promising.

Actually, no. I've never had any wedding with him at all.

I stand at the back of the wedding hall, half-hidden in shadow, arms wrapped around myself like I might hold the pieces together if I squeeze hard enough. The air smells of fresh flowers and candle wax. Soft music drifts from somewhere I can't see. Everyone is smiling.

I'm not.

They gave me small tasks to keep me occupied. Useful. Invisible. I carried trays of crystal glasses filled with something sparkling, refilled them when they emptied, wiped condensation from the rims so no one would notice my hands shaking. Guests thanked me without really looking. Their eyes slid past like I was furniture.

At the front, Sebastian stood tall in a dark suit, Helen beside him in white silk that caught the light every time she moved. Her hand rested lightly on the gentle curve of her belly. He covered it with his own-gentle, protective, the way he used to touch me only in dreams I no longer allowed myself.

I watched him lean in to whisper something in her ear. She laughed softly, tilted her head against his shoulder. The sound of it cut deeper than any blade ever could.

One of the elders stepped forward with a carved wooden box. "May your union bring strength to the pack," he said, voice warm with ceremony. Sebastian accepted it with both hands, bowed his head in thanks. Helen's eyes shone with tears-happy ones.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My tray trembled. A single drop of condensation slid down a glass and fell onto my wrist. Cold.

Then the doors burst open.

A man staggered in, clothes torn, face streaked with old grief and fresh fury. His voice cracked the room like thunder. "Helen! You promised me forever-you left me hollow, took my name, my pride, everything!" He raised a blade, eyes locked on her. "You don't get to walk away happy!"

Gasps. Chairs scraping. Time stretched thin.

Sebastian moved. Fast. Decisive.

He shoved Helen sideways-out of the path-and stepped back.

The knife met my side instead.

Pain bloomed slow at first, then sharp and bright. I felt the blade slide in, felt the warm rush that followed. My tray clattered to the floor. Glasses shattered. Sparkling liquid spread across the stone like spilled stars.

I looked down. Red soaked through the pale fabric of my dress in a widening stain. My knees buckled. I caught myself on the edge of a table, knuckles white.

"Sebastian..." His name came out small, a question more than anything. "Sebastian, please..."

He didn't turn. His arms were already around Helen, shielding her, murmuring low words into her hair while she clung to him, trembling. "It's okay," he told her. "I've got you. You're safe."

Security swarmed the man, wrestled the knife away, dragged him out as he kept shouting her name like a curse.

Sebastian glanced over once. His expression was tight, annoyed. "It's just a stab, Katherine. You'll live. The hospital's close enough-ten minutes if you walk fast. Don't make a scene. Go."

I stared at him. Blood dripped onto the floor in slow, heavy drops. My vision blurred at the edges. "I... I protected her. For you."

He exhaled through his nose, the sound impatient. "And I'm grateful. Really. But right now Helen needs me. Go get it looked at. You're bleeding on the floor."

The words landed soft, almost kind in their indifference.

I pressed my hand to the wound; it came away slick and warm. The room spun gently. Faces blurred into a sea of concerned murmurs, but no one moved to help. No one offered an arm. No one even asked if I was all right.

I turned, legs unsteady, and walked out alone.

Each step pulled at the injury. The corridor lights stretched long and hazy. My breathing grew shallow. Dizziness crept in like fog-slow, patient. I leaned against a wall for a moment, slid down until I was sitting, head tipped back. The world tilted sideways.

Blood pooled beneath me, dark and sticky. I stared at it. Thought about how many times I'd cleaned up after him. After them. How many sheets I'd changed. How many promises I'd swallowed.

Then nothing.

I woke to the sting of antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood still clinging to my skin. White ceiling. Thin sheets. A dull throb in my side that sharpened every time I breathed.

A nurse appeared at the bedside, her movements careful. "You're awake. Good. That wound was deep-tore muscle, nicked something important. For an Omega with no wolf to speed the healing... you're lucky it didn't go worse." She adjusted the IV line, pressed two pills into my palm. "Swallow these. Slowly."

I did. Water tasted like metal.

"Has anyone come for you?" she asked quietly, eyes soft with something like pity.

I shook my head. My voice cracked when I tried to speak. "No. No one."

She squeezed my hand once-brief, kind-then left me with the beeping machines.

My phone was still in the pocket of the ruined dress they'd cut away. I pulled it out, screen cracked but working. My thumb hovered over his name for a long time.

I called.

He answered immediately. "Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you-"

A flicker of something warm sparked in my chest. He noticed. He cared. After everything, he still-

Then his voice flattened. "Helen's sick. Really sick. She needs a kidney transplant-sudden failure. You're the closest match we have on record."

The warmth died. Cold rushed in to replace it.

I closed my eyes. Tears slipped free anyway. "Sebastian... I'm lying here bleeding. From protecting her. From the knife meant for her. I can barely breathe without it hurting."

"Helen is pregnant," he said, calm as if reading from a list. "You're not. The child could die without this. Don't worry-the wedding, the real one, we'll do it. Just get tested. I'm on my way."

I laughed once-a broken, wet sound. "You called because I'm useful. Not because I'm hurt. Not because I'm your wife."

Silence on the line. Then, quieter: "Katherine, don't do this right now. Helen's scared. The baby-"

"I've been scared for five years," I whispered. "Every time you walked out. Every time you came back promising more. Every time you chose her."

He sighed. "We'll talk later. Just... get tested. Please."

The phone slipped from my fingers. I let it fall to the mattress. Tears slipped sideways into my hair. I stared at the ceiling until the lights blurred.

A short while later the door opened again.

Sebastian stepped in, coat still on, expression impatient. "Took longer than I thought to find which room. Come on-they're ready for the test."

I didn't move. My body felt heavy, anchored to the bed by pain and exhaustion. "I can't. Not right now. Sebastian... please. Just let me rest. The wound-"

He crossed the room in two strides, grabbed my arm above the elbow, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "No more excuses." He yanked me upright. Pain exploded through my side like fresh fire. I cried out, doubled over, but he didn't stop.

"Sebastian-stop! It hurts-"

He dragged me off the bed, my bare feet scraping the cold floor. The IV line tugged painfully at my arm before it ripped free, blood trickling down my wrist. I stumbled, trying to pull away, but his grip was iron. "You're doing this. For her. For the child."

"Please," I gasped, tears streaming now. "I'm your wife. Doesn't that mean anything? I took the knife for her-for you-and now you're... you're hurting me more?"

He didn't answer. Just hauled me down the corridor, past startled nurses who froze but didn't intervene. My hospital gown flapped open at the back, blood from the wound seeping through the thin fabric again. Every step jarred the injury, sent nausea rolling through me.

We reached another room-sterile white, bright lights, machines humming. A doctor and nurse waited inside, faces neutral.

Sebastian shoved me toward the exam table. "She's here. Do it."

The nurse approached with a syringe. "This will help you relax for the procedure," she said softly, almost apologetic. "It's a sedative-anesthesia to make the compatibility draw and any necessary biopsy easier. You won't feel much."

I shook my head weakly, backing against the wall. "No... no, I don't want-"

Sebastian stepped closer, voice low and hard. "You will. Lie down."

The nurse hesitated, glancing between us. "Sir, if she's refusing-"

"Do it," he snapped.

She pressed the needle into my arm. Cold liquid spread through my veins. The room softened at the edges, colors bleeding together. My limbs grew heavy, unresponsive.

I looked up at him through the haze. "Why... why are you doing this to me?" My words slurred, slow. "I loved you. I stayed. Through everything."

He stared down, expression blank. "Because Helen needs it. And you can give it."

Tears slipped free even as the sedative pulled me under. "Is this... what love feels like to you? Dragging me. Forcing me. Breaking me?"

For a second-just one-something flickered in his eyes. Regret? Guilt? It vanished before I could name it.

"I'm sorry," he said again, the same empty words. "Helen comes first."

Katherine Harrington

"Her blood pressure is dropping!"

The shout tore through the darkness like lightning.

I tried to open my eyes, but my body wouldn't listen. Everything felt heavy, like I was trapped underwater.

Voices blurred around me. Machines beeped rapidly somewhere near my head.

"She's losing too much blood. Stop the procedure!"

"We can't," another voice said nervously. "The beta's daughter needs it!"

Pain exploded in my side again, sharp enough to drag a broken sound from my throat.

I wanted to scream.

But the sedative chained my body to the table.

Something cold touched my stomach.

A second later-

The blade cut.

White-hot agony ripped through me. My fingers twitched helplessly against the sheet as tears slid down the sides of my face.

So this is how it ends.

Moon Goddess...

My thoughts trembled weakly in the darkness.

Is this really my fate?

After five years of loving him.

After taking a knife meant for his precious Helen.

Now I had to give her my kidney too?

A hollow laugh echoed in my mind.

If you can hear me... save me.

Because if I survive this...

I swear I will never choose Sebastian again.

The pain deepened.

My breathing turned shallow.

Then-

The operating room door slammed open.

"Who gave you permission to touch her?"

The voice was cold enough to freeze the entire room.

Even through the fog of anesthesia, I felt the air change.

Silence fell instantly.

My eyelids fluttered weakly, vision blurred and unfocused.

A tall figure stood in the doorway.

I couldn't see his face clearly.

But every wolf in the room had lowered their heads.

Fear.

Respect.

Submission.

It rolled off them in waves.

Footsteps approached the table.

"Stop the surgery," the man said calmly.

"But-sir-" one of the doctors stammered. "The beta's daughter will die without-"

"Did I ask?"

His voice dropped.

The temperature in the room seemed to fall ten degrees.

"No one touches her again."

Strong arms suddenly slid beneath my body.

The movement sent a burst of pain through my side, but I barely reacted. My mind was drifting too far away.

Someone... was carrying me.

My head fell weakly against a broad chest.

The scent of something unfamiliar surrounded me-dark pine, smoke, and something powerful enough to make even my weak Omega instincts tremble.

Who...?

My thoughts struggled to form.

My parents were dead.

I had no family.

No one who would come for me.

Then why...

Why was someone saving me?

The world tilted as he carried me out of the room.

Voices followed us into the hallway.

"She's not going to make it, Alpha Tyrant!" someone said urgently.

Alpha... Tyrant?

My fading mind caught the words.

Alpha... Tyrant...?

The title sounded distant and unreal, like something from a dream.

"Not make it?" the deep voice replied coldly.

A pause followed.

Then-

"Try saying that again."

Panic erupted around us.

"She's lost too much blood!"

"She needs immediate stabilization!"

"Prepare another room!"

The man holding me didn't slow down.

His grip tightened slightly, as if refusing to let go.

My vision darkened further.

The last thing I felt was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek.

Strong.

Unshaken.

Then everything went black.

---

Cold.

That was the first thing I felt.

Not pain.

Not fear.

Just cold.

For a moment, I wondered if this was what death felt like.

My eyes slowly opened.

The room around me looked strangely familiar.

White walls.

Hospital lights.

A quiet hum of machines.

Voices drifted from the other side of the curtain.

I turned my head weakly.

Sebastian stood beside the bed.

Helen was in his arms.

Alive.

Perfectly healthy.

Her head rested against his chest while he stroked her hair gently.

My heart twisted.

Even now... he chose her.

Helen's voice broke the silence.

Soft.

Sweet.

Cruel.

"You didn't really believe I needed her kidney, did you?"

Sebastian frowned slightly. "The doctor said-"

"I paid the doctor."

The words landed like a bomb.

I froze.

Helen giggled quietly, fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.

"I just needed Katherine out of the way. She's always been such an obstacle."

Sebastian went still.

"But what if something happens to her?" he asked after a moment.

Helen shrugged.

"Then she dies."

My breath caught.

"She's just an Omega without a wolf anyway," Helen continued carelessly. "You can find another wife anytime."

Silence stretched between them.

I waited.

Waited for Sebastian to argue.

To defend me.

To say my name.

Instead-

He sighed.

"You're impossible."

Helen laughed softly and kissed him.

"Admit it," she whispered. "You never loved her anyway."

Sebastian didn't answer.

He just held her tighter.

Something inside my chest shattered completely.

The last fragile piece of hope I had been clinging to... crumbled into dust.

Tears poured down my face.

Moon Goddess...

My voice trembled in the darkness of my mind.

Please...

If you can hear me...

Give me one more chance.

My hands clenched weakly.

I won't love him anymore.

I won't beg for his affection.

I won't live like this again.

My tears burned hotter.

Just give me one more life.

I swear...

I will make them regret everything.

Something stirred deep inside my chest.

At first it was faint.

A tiny spark.

Then it grew stronger.

Warmer.

A low, unfamiliar growl echoed somewhere deep within my soul.

My wolf.

The one they said I didn't have.

The one that had been silent my entire life.

It was waking up.

The sound grew louder.

Stronger.

Wild.

Then-

Pain exploded through my skull.

My eyes snapped open.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat as I shot upright in bed.

My head throbbed violently.

The room around me spun.

Dark stone walls.

A large unfamiliar bed.

This wasn't the hospital.

Fear surged through me.

"Help..." My voice came out hoarse and broken.

My throat burned like sandpaper.

"Help... please... I'm thirsty..."

A chair scraped loudly nearby.

Someone rushed toward the door.

"She's awake!" a woman shouted.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway.

"Alpha! She's awake!"

The word barely registered before the door burst open.

Several nurses rushed inside.

And behind them-

A tall man stepped into the room.

Even through the haze of pain, I felt the shift in the air.

Power rolled off him like a storm.

My vision blurred before I could see his face clearly.

The pounding in my head grew unbearable.

Darkness crept back into the edges of my sight.

The last thing I heard was a deep voice saying quietly-

"MATE"

Then the world faded to black again.