(Sanya's POV)
If I refuse to sign, I stay married, and he continues to abuse me.
If I sign, I'm a rogue, and I'll likely die within weeks.
Either way, he wins.
I hold the divorce papers in hand, meeting his gaze without flinching.
"I'll sign."
Tyron blinks. His smile falters.
He probably expected begging. Tears. Pleading.
Not calm acceptance.
"You'll... what?"
"I'll sign. But on one condition."
"You're not in a position to make conditions. I'm the Alpha, remember?"
"Then enjoy your day, Alpha. Because I'll sign these papers and risk becoming a rogue only on one condition. Otherwise, you can forget about divorcing me."
The numbness from my brothers' call has crystallized into something harder. Sharper.
Since everyone wants me dead or broken, I might as well choose my own terms
