Divorced from My Alpha, I Heal the Cursed Prince's Heart

Elena POV:

The heavy oak door of Anton's study felt like the entrance to a tomb. I pushed it open without knocking. Celeste and Sienna followed me in, their presence two pillars of silent, unshakeable loyalty at my back.

The entire Stone family was assembled, a tribunal of hyenas ready to pass judgment.

Anton sat behind the massive mahogany desk, his face a thundercloud. Alexa was perched on the arm of his chair, dabbing at her eyes with a lace handkerchief, the picture of fragile distress. His mother, Brenda, and sister, Camille, stood flanking them like guards. In the corner, by the cold fireplace, sat the old matriarch, Eleanora, her eyes sharp and watchful.

"You dare show your face here?" Camille spat, her voice shrill. "Anton made it clear. You are no longer the lady of this house!"

I ignored her, walking directly to the desk. I placed a single, folded document on the polished wood.

Anton scowled. "Elena, stop this nonsense. If you leave quietly, you can keep what's left of your dignity. If not, I'll have you thrown out with nothing."

Alexa's voice was a choked sob. "Elena, I'm so sorry... Anton and I, we truly love each other. I never meant to hurt you..."

I finally spoke, my voice cutting through her pathetic performance like a shard of ice. "Save your amateur theatrics, Miss Acevedo."

My gaze shifted to Anton, my eyes devoid of any warmth. "I'm not here to listen to your excuses. I'm here to discuss my terms."

Brenda let out a short, sharp laugh. "Terms? A wolfless Omega has no right to make terms."

"My right," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerously quiet level, "is the fact that your son, the great Alpha of the Blackwater pack, has knocked up another woman while still bound to his fated mate."

The silence in the room was absolute, so thick I could feel it pressing on my skin.

Anton shot to his feet, his chair scraping violently against the floor. His face was ashen. Alexa's hand flew to her mouth, a genuine gasp of horror escaping her lips.

For the first time, Eleanora leaned forward, her sharp eyes boring into me.

"How... how did you know?" Anton's voice was a hoarse whisper.

I didn't grant him an answer. Instead, I continued, laying out the facts like a prosecutor. "According to the Codex of Pack Law, to engage with another and conceive a child without formally severing a mate bond is a public desecration of that sacred tie. It's a scandal sufficient to disgrace an Alpha. I wonder how the Alpha King would feel about that?"

With every word, the blood drained further from his face.

I turned my attention to the trembling Alexa. "And you, Miss Acevedo. The celebrated 'war hero' who gets pregnant out of wedlock while knowingly involving herself with a mated Alpha. Can you imagine what the noble ladies in the capital will say?"

I let the threats hang in the air, watching their panic bloom. Then, I stated my price.

"First, I, Elena Grant, will be the one to publicly and formally reject you, Anton Stone, as my mate."

A collective gasp went through the room. For an Alpha to be rejected by an Omega-and a wolfless one at that-was the ultimate humiliation. Anton's hands clenched into fists at his sides, the knuckles white.

"Second," my voice grew colder still, "you will return all assets belonging to the Grant family. Not just the trinkets in this house. I want everything my father left me. The estates, the businesses, the shares in the Capital Bank, and all liquid assets."

I paused, letting the weight of my demand sink in. "And for every coin you've spent over the past two years, you will pay it back. With interest."

"You're insane!" Brenda shrieked. "That money was used for the upkeep of the Alpha's household!"

A humorless smile touched my lips. "My family's money for your family's upkeep? Does that include the thirty-thousand-gold-piece necklace you bought last month, a bauble that once belonged to a foreign princess?"

I slid the document across the desk towards Anton. "This is a preliminary list of the assets. You have three days to sign this mate-bond dissolution agreement and the property restitution contract. If you don't, this little story of yours will be the talk of the entire kingdom."

Rage contorted Anton's features. A wave of raw Alpha power rolled off him, a suffocating pressure designed to bring any lesser wolf to their knees. He was trying to command my submission.

But I stood my ground, my slender frame unmoving. The pressure washed over me, as harmless as a summer breeze. His power had no hold on me anymore.

I met his furious, blazing eyes. "You no longer have the right to use your command on me," I said, each word a perfectly placed stone building a wall between us.

Without another glance at their stunned, hate-filled faces, I turned and walked towards the door.

Celeste and Sienna opened it for me, and we swept out, leaving the wreckage of their arrogance behind us.

"You bitch! You'll never get away with this!" Camille's scream followed us down the hall.

I didn't look back.

Stepping out of the oppressive darkness of the manor and into the bright sunlight of the courtyard, I took a deep, cleansing breath. The air had never tasted so sweet.

"Celeste, prepare the carriage. We're going to the capital," I said, my voice steady and firm. "Sienna, contact our people. Tell them to begin the inventory."

A fire was lit in my eyes, a flame of vengeance that had been smoldering for two long years.

"The game," I said softly, "is just beginning."