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Because of that perfect compatibility score, the werebeast commander had no choice but to marry me. But right after the wedding, he couldn’t have cared less about me. I was desperate, so I tried to get him into bed every single day. I was dead set on it—if we had enough s-ex, he’d eventually fall for me. I just knew it. Today, I was trying to seduce him again when my phone lit up with an urgent alert from the Werebeast Administration. “We found an error in your compatibility rating with General Tarleton. He’s not your perfect match.” I froze—totally shocked. No wonder he was always so cold to me. Beneath me, Benjamin had no clue about the alert. He rubbed his d1ck against my bvtt, “You gonna wanna or not? I got stuff to take care of.” I scrambled for my clothes, yanking them on as I backed away. “No. Go back to work.” --- His frown got deeper. “You sure about that?” “Yeah. I’m sure,” I stammered out. He stared at me long and hard, but he didn’t say what he was thinking. He just got dressed in his uniform, not a single word, then headed out the door. The second the door clicked shut, I called the Administration. “What the heck is going on here?” I snapped. “We’re so sorry, Ms. Penrith. When we were updating historical data, we found a glitch in your compatibility rating with General Tarleton. He’s not your perfect match.” “We’ve been married for two years, and you’re just now figuring this out?” “We sincerely apologize. According to the corrected data, you still have an eighty percent compatibility. In theory, your marriage shouldn’t be affected.” “You said ‘in theory.’ What about in real life?” The rep hesitated. “In real life… your actual perfect match is someone else.” “Who?” “We don’t know yet. We lost some data during the system update, and we’re doing everything we can to get it back.” I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth across the huge bedroom. “Have you told Benjamin yet?” “No, ma’am. He blocked all our numbers.” Right. I’d totally forgotten about that. When Benjamin first found out the Administration had matched him with a human, he was so ticked off he blocked them on everything. “Don’t tell him yet,” I said. “Let me figure something out first.” “We really appreciate your cooperation,” the rep said, sounding like a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. In this world, werebeasts ran the show. Thanks to their insane physical strength, they had a total monopoly on all the political and military power. Benjamin was the top military commander—p1ssing him off was basically digging your own grave. Humans, on the other hand, were stuck doing basic, crummy jobs. After I transmigrated here, I’d been slaving away at those dead-end gigs, all while scrambling to find a way back to my original world. Then one day, the Administration dropped a bombshe11, I was the perfect match for their top general. I jumped at the chance. Benjamin had all the classified info—so I figured getting close to him might give me the clues I needed to finally go home. But Benjamin hated my guts. Here, a human marrying a werebeast was a total social upgrade—unheard of. No one his rank had ever married a human before. He only did it because of that foolish perfect compatibility score. After the wedding, he buried himself in work and barely ever came home. I was desperate to fix things, so I made it my daily mission to hit on him whenever he was around—hoping that intimacy and a little time would spark something real. He hated every single second of it. Eventually, I resorted to blackmail—threatening to tell everyone he was imp0tent if he turned me down. He had no choice but to let me do whatever I wanted, even though his whole body screamed how much he didn’t want to be there. Now the truth was out. Benjamin was never gonna fall for me. For a werebeast who couldn’t care less about romance, an eighty percent compatibility score meant jack squat. Only a perfect score could make him feel any real affection. Looking back at all the crap I put him through over the last two years, I couldn’t help shivering. When Benjamin found out the truth… would he take his anger out on me? Chapter 2 Ever since I got the heads-up from the Werebeast Administration, I totally stopped texting Benjamin. I also quit asking when he’d be home. Our messages were crickets—dead silent. A week later, Benjamin did something he almost never does—he hit me up first. “I had the private doctor swing by to check on you,” he texted. “I’m not sick,” I shot back. “The butler said you’ve been zoning out a ton lately, and you stopped buying clothes and bags. You sure you’re feeling okay?” “I’m totally fine.” “Alright.” Normally, I would’ve texted him right back—saying I loved him, missed him, and wanted to sleep with him. This time? I didn’t reply at all. Instead, I just stared at the typing bubble on Benjamin’s end, flashing on and off. After a long pause, he sent a short text, “I’m coming home tomorrow.” I typed up a long reply real quick. “Tomorrow? You don’t gotta rush back, seriously. Everything’s good here. Stay focused on work—this country needs you right now. Don’t worry about home.” Benjamin didn’t hit me back after that. He was probably touched by how understanding I was being. I hoped that when he finally found out the truth, he’d remember how nice I’d been. But what happened next? Total shock. Half an hour later, Benjamin walked right through the front door. He looked beat—like he’d dropped everything at work and bolted straight home. He didn’t even take off his uniform before pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. “Your temp, breathing, and scent are all normal,” he said. “You’re not sick.” “I already told you—I’m completely fine.” “Then why’d you stop shopping? Your favorite brand drops new stuff every Monday, and you usually load up.” “Uh, I just wanted to save you some cash.” “You don’t gotta do that,” Benjamin said, staring right at me. “I’ll make back whatever you spend. I didn’t marry you so you could pinch pennies.” I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. We were gonna get a divorce soon. I stayed quiet, and then Benjamin suddenly picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. Chapter 3 “You’ve been dying to sleep with me in my uniform,” he murmured. “We can do it today—just this once.” “No, it’s fine!” I said, scrambling out of his grip. “You must be beat from work. I’d be a total j erk to wear you out the second you walk in the door. You need to rest. You hungry? I can cook for you today.” I hightailed it out of there, booking it to the safety of the kitchen. Right before I shut the door, I glanced back and saw Benjamin still standing there. His arms were frozen in the exact same spot as when he was holding me, and he looked totally confused. A few minutes later, he wandered into the kitchen. “Something came up last minute,” he said. “I gotta head back and handle it.” “Okay, go on then.” “I’ll be right back as soon as I’m done.” “No rush. Just focus on your work.” “You barely ever cook for us. I really wanna eat this meal.” I looked at him, and a thought popped into my head. “I can just bring the food to you when it’s ready. It’s way too tiring for you to keep running back and forth.” “That works.” His quick “yes” totally caught me off guard. Maybe it’s ’cause I’m human, but he never liked it when I went to military headquarters before. I’d only offered to bring the food as an excuse to avoid him—I never thought he’d actually say yes. He was acting super weird today. As soon as he left the house, I called our private chef to come take over the cooking. Once the food was ready, I took my sweet time walking over to headquarters. The building was huge and scary—just like Benjamin, the werewolf himself. The whole place felt totally overwhelming. I stood at the closest intersection and called him. “I’m waiting at the usual spot,” I said. “Have your lieutenant come pick up the food.” “Just come inside,” his deep voice rumbled over the phone. “I’ll tell the guards to let you through.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. “This is a top-secret military facility. Civilians aren’t allowed in here.” “Doesn’t matter. Nobody’s gonna stop you.” “But I’ve always waited at the intersection before…” Benjamin paused on the other end of the line. “Just come inside.” Maybe I was imagining it, but his voice sounded a little softer than usual. I really didn’t wanna go in, though. We were getting a divorce anyway—so there was no point in making myself known now. But Benjamin wasn’t the type of guy who takes “no” for an answer. I forced myself to keep walking. I got a ton of weird looks on the way in. ’Cause werebeasts have a huge physical advantage, they run the entire military. Seeing a regular human wandering around the base was pretty D rare. One werebeast actually stopped me. “Hey, how’d you get in here? Did the guards just quit their jobs?” Someone nearby quickly pulled him aside and set him straight. When the guy realized I was Benjamin’s wife, he checked me out from head to toe. “Her?” The hate in his voice was thick—you could practically taste it. To him, Benjamin marrying me was a total embarrassment. I finally made it to the supreme commander’s office, only to hear a loud ruckus coming from inside. “Benjamin, we agreed we were getting food today. How the heck did you forget again?” Chapter 4 It was Sierra Martyn. She was a total knockout of a werebeast—her shifted form was a nightingale. She was also his old mentor’s daughter. I didn’t find out until after we got married that if his 100% perfect match never showed up, Benjamin would’ve probably ended up with her. Socially speaking, they were a perfect fit. Benjamin just stood there, quietly letting Sierra chew him out. All of a sudden, his nose twitched. He looked up, his eyes locking right onto mine. “You made it.” He took a long stride toward me. “I need to clear this up. It’s not what it looks like—” “Sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted,” I blurted, cutting him off. He didn’t owe me any explanation. If anyone was bvtting in here, it was me. “Did I hear you guys had lunch plans? Perfect timing. The chef… uh, I mean, I made way too much food anyway. You two should split it so it doesn’t go to waste. I’ll let you get back to it—take all the time you need to catch up.” “Oh, and Benjamin? If you’re swamped tonight, don’t sweat coming home. I won’t leave a light on for you.” Benjamin’s brow furrowed into a slow, tight frown. Avoiding his gaze entirely, I turned and hightailed it out of there. Once I was outside, I shot a text to the Werebeast Administration. “Who’s Benjamin’s actual 100% match?” “We still don’t know,” came the reply. “The files are being fixed, but we can confirm he definitely has one.” Well, I had a pretty good hunch who it was. “Hurry up and fix ’em. You guys are so slow. Work overtime if you have to—nine to nine, six days a week.” “Nine to nine, six days a week?” “Never mind, it’s useless trying to explain.” I was just shoving my phone back into my pocket when it buzzed again. “By the way, Ms. Penrith, if everything goes as planned, your part of the files will be restored real soon. Once they are, I’ll sh00t you the info on your own 100% match right away.” “Kk.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Don’t ask.” That evening, I was perfectly happy being by myself. But surprise, surprise—Benjamin actually came home. I wasn’t kidding about not leaving a light on. The living room was pitch-black. He didn’t even bother hitting the switch. His tall figure just loomed in the dark, right in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “What are you doing home?” “This is my house. You gonna tell me I can’t come home?” “Ah, that’s not what I meant.” “Tabitha.” “Yeah?” “There’s absolutely nothing going on between Sierra and me. We never got together, not even in the past. I know people say we were supposed to get married, but that’s total BS. I only see her as a fellow soldier.” “We planned to eat today ’cause it’s her birthday. She invited me to a dinner party a while back, and I said yes ’cause I figured there’d be tons of other people there. But I totally forgot about it today—that’s why she came looking for me.” Benjamin was talking a mile a minute, spilling everything at once—a total 180 from his usual quiet self. I waved a hand dismissively in the dark. “It really doesn’t matter. You forgot her invite—did you at least apologize properly? I don’t know much about female werebeasts, but girls are pretty much all the same. Just comfort her a little, and she’ll be good.” “Are you like that too?” he asked out of the blue. In the dark, Benjamin’s eyes glowed a faint green—a dead give@way his werewolf instincts were locked right onto me. “Me? You don’t need to coddle me. I’m totally fine.” And I meant that for real. Without warning, Benjamin bent down and picked me up. He was being weirdly forward, almost aggressive. He hadn’t even taken off that dark uniform I loved so much, and its cold metal buttons scraped my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. In the quiet of the room, the sharp click of his belt buckle unfastening echoed. I forced myself to stay calm and stopped him before things got out of hand. “Wait,” I said. “Put one on first.” “Put what on?” “A c0nd0m.” Benjamin froze. “When’d you get these?” “Today…” I didn’t dare tell him the truth. When he’d come home at noon and suddenly wanted to sleep with me, I’d worried he might actually go through with it. So I’d rushed out that afternoon and bought a box. “Why’d you buy these? I thought you always wanted a baby.” “Well, I realized I’m still young. Let’s hold off on kids for a bit.” I used to think I could lock down my spot by having his kid. I was willing to do whatever it took to find clues on how to get back home. But clearly, that plan was out the window now. My main goal was to keep my distance from Benjamin—so when he finally found out the truth, I wouldn’t be the one taking the brunt of his anger. I pulled out a c0nd0m and reached over to put it on him, but Benjamin didn’t move an inch. “You’ve been acting really weird lately,” he said. “Nah, I haven’t…” “You have,” Benjamin insisted, his voice firm. “You used to be so into this. But today, no matter how much I kiss you, you’re giving me nothing back.” “You used to call me ‘husband’ all the time. You’d even interrupt my work just to say you wanted to check out my chest. Now? You only call me by my first name.” “What the heck is going on with you?” Since he was already asking, I figured it was better to just rip the Band-Aid off instead of dragging it out. I mustered up all my courage and said, “Benjamin, I want a divorce.
Because of that perfect compatibility score, the werebeast commander had no choice but to marry me. But right after the wedding, he couldn’t have cared less about me. I was desperate, so I tried to get him into bed every single day. I was dead set on it—if we had enough s-ex, he’d eventually fall for me. I just knew it. Today, I was trying to seduce him again when my phone lit up with an urgent alert from the Werebeast Administration. “We found an error in your compatibility rating with General Tarleton. He’s not your perfect match.” I froze—totally shocked. No wonder he was always so cold to me. Beneath me, Benjamin had no clue about the alert. He rubbed his d1ck against my bvtt, “You gonna wanna or not? I got stuff to take care of.” I scrambled for my clothes, yanking them on as I backed away. “No. Go back to work.” --- His frown got deeper. “You sure about that?” “Yeah. I’m sure,” I stammered out. He stared at me long and hard, but he didn’t say what he was thinking. He just got dressed in his uniform, not a single word, then headed out the door. The second the door clicked shut, I called the Administration. “What the heck is going on here?” I snapped. “We’re so sorry, Ms. Penrith. When we were updating historical data, we found a glitch in your compatibility rating with General Tarleton. He’s not your perfect match.” “We’ve been married for two years, and you’re just now figuring this out?” “We sincerely apologize. According to the corrected data, you still have an eighty percent compatibility. In theory, your marriage shouldn’t be affected.” “You said ‘in theory.’ What about in real life?” The rep hesitated. “In real life… your actual perfect match is someone else.” “Who?” “We don’t know yet. We lost some data during the system update, and we’re doing everything we can to get it back.” I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth across the huge bedroom. “Have you told Benjamin yet?” “No, ma’am. He blocked all our numbers.” Right. I’d totally forgotten about that. When Benjamin first found out the Administration had matched him with a human, he was so ticked off he blocked them on everything. “Don’t tell him yet,” I said. “Let me figure something out first.” “We really appreciate your cooperation,” the rep said, sounding like a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. In this world, werebeasts ran the show. Thanks to their insane physical strength, they had a total monopoly on all the political and military power. Benjamin was the top military commander—p1ssing him off was basically digging your own grave. Humans, on the other hand, were stuck doing basic, crummy jobs. After I transmigrated here, I’d been slaving away at those dead-end gigs, all while scrambling to find a way back to my original world. Then one day, the Administration dropped a bombshe11, I was the perfect match for their top general. I jumped at the chance. Benjamin had all the classified info—so I figured getting close to him might give me the clues I needed to finally go home. But Benjamin hated my guts. Here, a human marrying a werebeast was a total social upgrade—unheard of. No one his rank had ever married a human before. He only did it because of that foolish perfect compatibility score. After the wedding, he buried himself in work and barely ever came home. I was desperate to fix things, so I made it my daily mission to hit on him whenever he was around—hoping that intimacy and a little time would spark something real. He hated every single second of it. Eventually, I resorted to blackmail—threatening to tell everyone he was imp0tent if he turned me down. He had no choice but to let me do whatever I wanted, even though his whole body screamed how much he didn’t want to be there. Now the truth was out. Benjamin was never gonna fall for me. For a werebeast who couldn’t care less about romance, an eighty percent compatibility score meant jack squat. Only a perfect score could make him feel any real affection. Looking back at all the crap I put him through over the last two years, I couldn’t help shivering. When Benjamin found out the truth… would he take his anger out on me? Chapter 2 Ever since I got the heads-up from the Werebeast Administration, I totally stopped texting Benjamin. I also quit asking when he’d be home. Our messages were crickets—dead silent. A week later, Benjamin did something he almost never does—he hit me up first. “I had the private doctor swing by to check on you,” he texted. “I’m not sick,” I shot back. “The butler said you’ve been zoning out a ton lately, and you stopped buying clothes and bags. You sure you’re feeling okay?” “I’m totally fine.” “Alright.” Normally, I would’ve texted him right back—saying I loved him, missed him, and wanted to sleep with him. This time? I didn’t reply at all. Instead, I just stared at the typing bubble on Benjamin’s end, flashing on and off. After a long pause, he sent a short text, “I’m coming home tomorrow.” I typed up a long reply real quick. “Tomorrow? You don’t gotta rush back, seriously. Everything’s good here. Stay focused on work—this country needs you right now. Don’t worry about home.” Benjamin didn’t hit me back after that. He was probably touched by how understanding I was being. I hoped that when he finally found out the truth, he’d remember how nice I’d been. But what happened next? Total shock. Half an hour later, Benjamin walked right through the front door. He looked beat—like he’d dropped everything at work and bolted straight home. He didn’t even take off his uniform before pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. “Your temp, breathing, and scent are all normal,” he said. “You’re not sick.” “I already told you—I’m completely fine.” “Then why’d you stop shopping? Your favorite brand drops new stuff every Monday, and you usually load up.” “Uh, I just wanted to save you some cash.” “You don’t gotta do that,” Benjamin said, staring right at me. “I’ll make back whatever you spend. I didn’t marry you so you could pinch pennies.” I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. We were gonna get a divorce soon. I stayed quiet, and then Benjamin suddenly picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. Chapter 3 “You’ve been dying to sleep with me in my uniform,” he murmured. “We can do it today—just this once.” “No, it’s fine!” I said, scrambling out of his grip. “You must be beat from work. I’d be a total j erk to wear you out the second you walk in the door. You need to rest. You hungry? I can cook for you today.” I hightailed it out of there, booking it to the safety of the kitchen. Right before I shut the door, I glanced back and saw Benjamin still standing there. His arms were frozen in the exact same spot as when he was holding me, and he looked totally confused. A few minutes later, he wandered into the kitchen. “Something came up last minute,” he said. “I gotta head back and handle it.” “Okay, go on then.” “I’ll be right back as soon as I’m done.” “No rush. Just focus on your work.” “You barely ever cook for us. I really wanna eat this meal.” I looked at him, and a thought popped into my head. “I can just bring the food to you when it’s ready. It’s way too tiring for you to keep running back and forth.” “That works.” His quick “yes” totally caught me off guard. Maybe it’s ’cause I’m human, but he never liked it when I went to military headquarters before. I’d only offered to bring the food as an excuse to avoid him—I never thought he’d actually say yes. He was acting super weird today. As soon as he left the house, I called our private chef to come take over the cooking. Once the food was ready, I took my sweet time walking over to headquarters. The building was huge and scary—just like Benjamin, the werewolf himself. The whole place felt totally overwhelming. I stood at the closest intersection and called him. “I’m waiting at the usual spot,” I said. “Have your lieutenant come pick up the food.” “Just come inside,” his deep voice rumbled over the phone. “I’ll tell the guards to let you through.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. “This is a top-secret military facility. Civilians aren’t allowed in here.” “Doesn’t matter. Nobody’s gonna stop you.” “But I’ve always waited at the intersection before…” Benjamin paused on the other end of the line. “Just come inside.” Maybe I was imagining it, but his voice sounded a little softer than usual. I really didn’t wanna go in, though. We were getting a divorce anyway—so there was no point in making myself known now. But Benjamin wasn’t the type of guy who takes “no” for an answer. I forced myself to keep walking. I got a ton of weird looks on the way in. ’Cause werebeasts have a huge physical advantage, they run the entire military. Seeing a regular human wandering around the base was pretty D rare. One werebeast actually stopped me. “Hey, how’d you get in here? Did the guards just quit their jobs?” Someone nearby quickly pulled him aside and set him straight. When the guy realized I was Benjamin’s wife, he checked me out from head to toe. “Her?” The hate in his voice was thick—you could practically taste it. To him, Benjamin marrying me was a total embarrassment. I finally made it to the supreme commander’s office, only to hear a loud ruckus coming from inside. “Benjamin, we agreed we were getting food today. How the heck did you forget again?” Chapter 4 It was Sierra Martyn. She was a total knockout of a werebeast—her shifted form was a nightingale. She was also his old mentor’s daughter. I didn’t find out until after we got married that if his 100% perfect match never showed up, Benjamin would’ve probably ended up with her. Socially speaking, they were a perfect fit. Benjamin just stood there, quietly letting Sierra chew him out. All of a sudden, his nose twitched. He looked up, his eyes locking right onto mine. “You made it.” He took a long stride toward me. “I need to clear this up. It’s not what it looks like—” “Sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted,” I blurted, cutting him off. He didn’t owe me any explanation. If anyone was bvtting in here, it was me. “Did I hear you guys had lunch plans? Perfect timing. The chef… uh, I mean, I made way too much food anyway. You two should split it so it doesn’t go to waste. I’ll let you get back to it—take all the time you need to catch up.” “Oh, and Benjamin? If you’re swamped tonight, don’t sweat coming home. I won’t leave a light on for you.” Benjamin’s brow furrowed into a slow, tight frown. Avoiding his gaze entirely, I turned and hightailed it out of there. Once I was outside, I shot a text to the Werebeast Administration. “Who’s Benjamin’s actual 100% match?” “We still don’t know,” came the reply. “The files are being fixed, but we can confirm he definitely has one.” Well, I had a pretty good hunch who it was. “Hurry up and fix ’em. You guys are so slow. Work overtime if you have to—nine to nine, six days a week.” “Nine to nine, six days a week?” “Never mind, it’s useless trying to explain.” I was just shoving my phone back into my pocket when it buzzed again. “By the way, Ms. Penrith, if everything goes as planned, your part of the files will be restored real soon. Once they are, I’ll sh00t you the info on your own 100% match right away.” “Kk.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Don’t ask.” That evening, I was perfectly happy being by myself. But surprise, surprise—Benjamin actually came home. I wasn’t kidding about not leaving a light on. The living room was pitch-black. He didn’t even bother hitting the switch. His tall figure just loomed in the dark, right in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “What are you doing home?” “This is my house. You gonna tell me I can’t come home?” “Ah, that’s not what I meant.” “Tabitha.” “Yeah?” “There’s absolutely nothing going on between Sierra and me. We never got together, not even in the past. I know people say we were supposed to get married, but that’s total BS. I only see her as a fellow soldier.” “We planned to eat today ’cause it’s her birthday. She invited me to a dinner party a while back, and I said yes ’cause I figured there’d be tons of other people there. But I totally forgot about it today—that’s why she came looking for me.” Benjamin was talking a mile a minute, spilling everything at once—a total 180 from his usual quiet self. I waved a hand dismissively in the dark. “It really doesn’t matter. You forgot her invite—did you at least apologize properly? I don’t know much about female werebeasts, but girls are pretty much all the same. Just comfort her a little, and she’ll be good.” “Are you like that too?” he asked out of the blue. In the dark, Benjamin’s eyes glowed a faint green—a dead give@way his werewolf instincts were locked right onto me. “Me? You don’t need to coddle me. I’m totally fine.” And I meant that for real. Without warning, Benjamin bent down and picked me up. He was being weirdly forward, almost aggressive. He hadn’t even taken off that dark uniform I loved so much, and its cold metal buttons scraped my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. In the quiet of the room, the sharp click of his belt buckle unfastening echoed. I forced myself to stay calm and stopped him before things got out of hand. “Wait,” I said. “Put one on first.” “Put what on?” “A c0nd0m.” Benjamin froze. “When’d you get these?” “Today…” I didn’t dare tell him the truth. When he’d come home at noon and suddenly wanted to sleep with me, I’d worried he might actually go through with it. So I’d rushed out that afternoon and bought a box. “Why’d you buy these? I thought you always wanted a baby.” “Well, I realized I’m still young. Let’s hold off on kids for a bit.” I used to think I could lock down my spot by having his kid. I was willing to do whatever it took to find clues on how to get back home. But clearly, that plan was out the window now. My main goal was to keep my distance from Benjamin—so when he finally found out the truth, I wouldn’t be the one taking the brunt of his anger. I pulled out a c0nd0m and reached over to put it on him, but Benjamin didn’t move an inch. “You’ve been acting really weird lately,” he said. “Nah, I haven’t…” “You have,” Benjamin insisted, his voice firm. “You used to be so into this. But today, no matter how much I kiss you, you’re giving me nothing back.” “You used to call me ‘husband’ all the time. You’d even interrupt my work just to say you wanted to check out my chest. Now? You only call me by my first name.” “What the heck is going on with you?” Since he was already asking, I figured it was better to just rip the Band-Aid off instead of dragging it out. I mustered up all my courage and said, “Benjamin, I want a divorce.
Because of that perfect compatibility score, the werebeast commander had no choice but to marry me. But right after the wedding, he couldn’t have cared less about me. I was desperate, so I tried to get him into bed every single day. I was dead set on it—if we had enough s-ex, he’d eventually fall for me. I just knew it. Today, I was trying to seduce him again when my phone lit up with an urgent alert from the Werebeast Administration. “We found an error in your compatibility rating with General Tarleton. He’s not your perfect match.” I froze—totally shocked. No wonder he was always so cold to me. Beneath me, Benjamin had no clue about the alert. He rubbed his d1ck against my bvtt, “You gonna wanna or not? I got stuff to take care of.” I scrambled for my clothes, yanking them on as I backed away. “No. Go back to work.” --- His frown got deeper. “You sure about that?” “Yeah. I’m sure,” I stammered out. He stared at me long and hard, but he didn’t say what he was thinking. He just got dressed in his uniform, not a single word, then headed out the door. The second the door clicked shut, I called the Administration. “What the heck is going on here?” I snapped. “We’re so sorry, Ms. Penrith. When we were updating historical data, we found a glitch in your compatibility rating with General Tarleton. He’s not your perfect match.” “We’ve been married for two years, and you’re just now figuring this out?” “We sincerely apologize. According to the corrected data, you still have an eighty percent compatibility. In theory, your marriage shouldn’t be affected.” “You said ‘in theory.’ What about in real life?” The rep hesitated. “In real life… your actual perfect match is someone else.” “Who?” “We don’t know yet. We lost some data during the system update, and we’re doing everything we can to get it back.” I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth across the huge bedroom. “Have you told Benjamin yet?” “No, ma’am. He blocked all our numbers.” Right. I’d totally forgotten about that. When Benjamin first found out the Administration had matched him with a human, he was so ticked off he blocked them on everything. “Don’t tell him yet,” I said. “Let me figure something out first.” “We really appreciate your cooperation,” the rep said, sounding like a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. In this world, werebeasts ran the show. Thanks to their insane physical strength, they had a total monopoly on all the political and military power. Benjamin was the top military commander—p1ssing him off was basically digging your own grave. Humans, on the other hand, were stuck doing basic, crummy jobs. After I transmigrated here, I’d been slaving away at those dead-end gigs, all while scrambling to find a way back to my original world. Then one day, the Administration dropped a bombshe11, I was the perfect match for their top general. I jumped at the chance. Benjamin had all the classified info—so I figured getting close to him might give me the clues I needed to finally go home. But Benjamin hated my guts. Here, a human marrying a werebeast was a total social upgrade—unheard of. No one his rank had ever married a human before. He only did it because of that foolish perfect compatibility score. After the wedding, he buried himself in work and barely ever came home. I was desperate to fix things, so I made it my daily mission to hit on him whenever he was around—hoping that intimacy and a little time would spark something real. He hated every single second of it. Eventually, I resorted to blackmail—threatening to tell everyone he was imp0tent if he turned me down. He had no choice but to let me do whatever I wanted, even though his whole body screamed how much he didn’t want to be there. Now the truth was out. Benjamin was never gonna fall for me. For a werebeast who couldn’t care less about romance, an eighty percent compatibility score meant jack squat. Only a perfect score could make him feel any real affection. Looking back at all the crap I put him through over the last two years, I couldn’t help shivering. When Benjamin found out the truth… would he take his anger out on me? Chapter 2 Ever since I got the heads-up from the Werebeast Administration, I totally stopped texting Benjamin. I also quit asking when he’d be home. Our messages were crickets—dead silent. A week later, Benjamin did something he almost never does—he hit me up first. “I had the private doctor swing by to check on you,” he texted. “I’m not sick,” I shot back. “The butler said you’ve been zoning out a ton lately, and you stopped buying clothes and bags. You sure you’re feeling okay?” “I’m totally fine.” “Alright.” Normally, I would’ve texted him right back—saying I loved him, missed him, and wanted to sleep with him. This time? I didn’t reply at all. Instead, I just stared at the typing bubble on Benjamin’s end, flashing on and off. After a long pause, he sent a short text, “I’m coming home tomorrow.” I typed up a long reply real quick. “Tomorrow? You don’t gotta rush back, seriously. Everything’s good here. Stay focused on work—this country needs you right now. Don’t worry about home.” Benjamin didn’t hit me back after that. He was probably touched by how understanding I was being. I hoped that when he finally found out the truth, he’d remember how nice I’d been. But what happened next? Total shock. Half an hour later, Benjamin walked right through the front door. He looked beat—like he’d dropped everything at work and bolted straight home. He didn’t even take off his uniform before pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. “Your temp, breathing, and scent are all normal,” he said. “You’re not sick.” “I already told you—I’m completely fine.” “Then why’d you stop shopping? Your favorite brand drops new stuff every Monday, and you usually load up.” “Uh, I just wanted to save you some cash.” “You don’t gotta do that,” Benjamin said, staring right at me. “I’ll make back whatever you spend. I didn’t marry you so you could pinch pennies.” I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. We were gonna get a divorce soon. I stayed quiet, and then Benjamin suddenly picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. Chapter 3 “You’ve been dying to sleep with me in my uniform,” he murmured. “We can do it today—just this once.” “No, it’s fine!” I said, scrambling out of his grip. “You must be beat from work. I’d be a total j erk to wear you out the second you walk in the door. You need to rest. You hungry? I can cook for you today.” I hightailed it out of there, booking it to the safety of the kitchen. Right before I shut the door, I glanced back and saw Benjamin still standing there. His arms were frozen in the exact same spot as when he was holding me, and he looked totally confused. A few minutes later, he wandered into the kitchen. “Something came up last minute,” he said. “I gotta head back and handle it.” “Okay, go on then.” “I’ll be right back as soon as I’m done.” “No rush. Just focus on your work.” “You barely ever cook for us. I really wanna eat this meal.” I looked at him, and a thought popped into my head. “I can just bring the food to you when it’s ready. It’s way too tiring for you to keep running back and forth.” “That works.” His quick “yes” totally caught me off guard. Maybe it’s ’cause I’m human, but he never liked it when I went to military headquarters before. I’d only offered to bring the food as an excuse to avoid him—I never thought he’d actually say yes. He was acting super weird today. As soon as he left the house, I called our private chef to come take over the cooking. Once the food was ready, I took my sweet time walking over to headquarters. The building was huge and scary—just like Benjamin, the werewolf himself. The whole place felt totally overwhelming. I stood at the closest intersection and called him. “I’m waiting at the usual spot,” I said. “Have your lieutenant come pick up the food.” “Just come inside,” his deep voice rumbled over the phone. “I’ll tell the guards to let you through.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. “This is a top-secret military facility. Civilians aren’t allowed in here.” “Doesn’t matter. Nobody’s gonna stop you.” “But I’ve always waited at the intersection before…” Benjamin paused on the other end of the line. “Just come inside.” Maybe I was imagining it, but his voice sounded a little softer than usual. I really didn’t wanna go in, though. We were getting a divorce anyway—so there was no point in making myself known now. But Benjamin wasn’t the type of guy who takes “no” for an answer. I forced myself to keep walking. I got a ton of weird looks on the way in. ’Cause werebeasts have a huge physical advantage, they run the entire military. Seeing a regular human wandering around the base was pretty D rare. One werebeast actually stopped me. “Hey, how’d you get in here? Did the guards just quit their jobs?” Someone nearby quickly pulled him aside and set him straight. When the guy realized I was Benjamin’s wife, he checked me out from head to toe. “Her?” The hate in his voice was thick—you could practically taste it. To him, Benjamin marrying me was a total embarrassment. I finally made it to the supreme commander’s office, only to hear a loud ruckus coming from inside. “Benjamin, we agreed we were getting food today. How the heck did you forget again?” Chapter 4 It was Sierra Martyn. She was a total knockout of a werebeast—her shifted form was a nightingale. She was also his old mentor’s daughter. I didn’t find out until after we got married that if his 100% perfect match never showed up, Benjamin would’ve probably ended up with her. Socially speaking, they were a perfect fit. Benjamin just stood there, quietly letting Sierra chew him out. All of a sudden, his nose twitched. He looked up, his eyes locking right onto mine. “You made it.” He took a long stride toward me. “I need to clear this up. It’s not what it looks like—” “Sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted,” I blurted, cutting him off. He didn’t owe me any explanation. If anyone was bvtting in here, it was me. “Did I hear you guys had lunch plans? Perfect timing. The chef… uh, I mean, I made way too much food anyway. You two should split it so it doesn’t go to waste. I’ll let you get back to it—take all the time you need to catch up.” “Oh, and Benjamin? If you’re swamped tonight, don’t sweat coming home. I won’t leave a light on for you.” Benjamin’s brow furrowed into a slow, tight frown. Avoiding his gaze entirely, I turned and hightailed it out of there. Once I was outside, I shot a text to the Werebeast Administration. “Who’s Benjamin’s actual 100% match?” “We still don’t know,” came the reply. “The files are being fixed, but we can confirm he definitely has one.” Well, I had a pretty good hunch who it was. “Hurry up and fix ’em. You guys are so slow. Work overtime if you have to—nine to nine, six days a week.” “Nine to nine, six days a week?” “Never mind, it’s useless trying to explain.” I was just shoving my phone back into my pocket when it buzzed again. “By the way, Ms. Penrith, if everything goes as planned, your part of the files will be restored real soon. Once they are, I’ll sh00t you the info on your own 100% match right away.” “Kk.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Don’t ask.” That evening, I was perfectly happy being by myself. But surprise, surprise—Benjamin actually came home. I wasn’t kidding about not leaving a light on. The living room was pitch-black. He didn’t even bother hitting the switch. His tall figure just loomed in the dark, right in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “What are you doing home?” “This is my house. You gonna tell me I can’t come home?” “Ah, that’s not what I meant.” “Tabitha.” “Yeah?” “There’s absolutely nothing going on between Sierra and me. We never got together, not even in the past. I know people say we were supposed to get married, but that’s total BS. I only see her as a fellow soldier.” “We planned to eat today ’cause it’s her birthday. She invited me to a dinner party a while back, and I said yes ’cause I figured there’d be tons of other people there. But I totally forgot about it today—that’s why she came looking for me.” Benjamin was talking a mile a minute, spilling everything at once—a total 180 from his usual quiet self. I waved a hand dismissively in the dark. “It really doesn’t matter. You forgot her invite—did you at least apologize properly? I don’t know much about female werebeasts, but girls are pretty much all the same. Just comfort her a little, and she’ll be good.” “Are you like that too?” he asked out of the blue. In the dark, Benjamin’s eyes glowed a faint green—a dead give@way his werewolf instincts were locked right onto me. “Me? You don’t need to coddle me. I’m totally fine.” And I meant that for real. Without warning, Benjamin bent down and picked me up. He was being weirdly forward, almost aggressive. He hadn’t even taken off that dark uniform I loved so much, and its cold metal buttons scraped my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. In the quiet of the room, the sharp click of his belt buckle unfastening echoed. I forced myself to stay calm and stopped him before things got out of hand. “Wait,” I said. “Put one on first.” “Put what on?” “A c0nd0m.” Benjamin froze. “When’d you get these?” “Today…” I didn’t dare tell him the truth. When he’d come home at noon and suddenly wanted to sleep with me, I’d worried he might actually go through with it. So I’d rushed out that afternoon and bought a box. “Why’d you buy these? I thought you always wanted a baby.” “Well, I realized I’m still young. Let’s hold off on kids for a bit.” I used to think I could lock down my spot by having his kid. I was willing to do whatever it took to find clues on how to get back home. But clearly, that plan was out the window now. My main goal was to keep my distance from Benjamin—so when he finally found out the truth, I wouldn’t be the one taking the brunt of his anger. I pulled out a c0nd0m and reached over to put it on him, but Benjamin didn’t move an inch. “You’ve been acting really weird lately,” he said. “Nah, I haven’t…” “You have,” Benjamin insisted, his voice firm. “You used to be so into this. But today, no matter how much I kiss you, you’re giving me nothing back.” “You used to call me ‘husband’ all the time. You’d even interrupt my work just to say you wanted to check out my chest. Now? You only call me by my first name.” “What the heck is going on with you?” Since he was already asking, I figured it was better to just rip the Band-Aid off instead of dragging it out. I mustered up all my courage and said, “Benjamin, I want a divorce.
Because of that perfect compatibility score, the werebeast commander had no choice but to marry me. But right after the wedding, he couldn’t have cared less about me. I was desperate, so I tried to get him into bed every single day. I was dead set on it—if we had enough s-ex, he’d eventually fall for me. I just knew it. Today, I was trying to seduce him again when my phone lit up with an urgent alert from the Werebeast Administration. “We found an error in your compatibility rating with General Tarleton. He’s not your perfect match.” I froze—totally shocked. No wonder he was always so cold to me. Beneath me, Benjamin had no clue about the alert. He rubbed his d1ck against my bvtt, “You gonna wanna or not? I got stuff to take care of.” I scrambled for my clothes, yanking them on as I backed away. “No. Go back to work.” --- His frown got deeper. “You sure about that?” “Yeah. I’m sure,” I stammered out. He stared at me long and hard, but he didn’t say what he was thinking. He just got dressed in his uniform, not a single word, then headed out the door. The second the door clicked shut, I called the Administration. “What the heck is going on here?” I snapped. “We’re so sorry, Ms. Penrith. When we were updating historical data, we found a glitch in your compatibility rating with General Tarleton. He’s not your perfect match.” “We’ve been married for two years, and you’re just now figuring this out?” “We sincerely apologize. According to the corrected data, you still have an eighty percent compatibility. In theory, your marriage shouldn’t be affected.” “You said ‘in theory.’ What about in real life?” The rep hesitated. “In real life… your actual perfect match is someone else.” “Who?” “We don’t know yet. We lost some data during the system update, and we’re doing everything we can to get it back.” I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth across the huge bedroom. “Have you told Benjamin yet?” “No, ma’am. He blocked all our numbers.” Right. I’d totally forgotten about that. When Benjamin first found out the Administration had matched him with a human, he was so ticked off he blocked them on everything. “Don’t tell him yet,” I said. “Let me figure something out first.” “We really appreciate your cooperation,” the rep said, sounding like a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. In this world, werebeasts ran the show. Thanks to their insane physical strength, they had a total monopoly on all the political and military power. Benjamin was the top military commander—p1ssing him off was basically digging your own grave. Humans, on the other hand, were stuck doing basic, crummy jobs. After I transmigrated here, I’d been slaving away at those dead-end gigs, all while scrambling to find a way back to my original world. Then one day, the Administration dropped a bombshe11, I was the perfect match for their top general. I jumped at the chance. Benjamin had all the classified info—so I figured getting close to him might give me the clues I needed to finally go home. But Benjamin hated my guts. Here, a human marrying a werebeast was a total social upgrade—unheard of. No one his rank had ever married a human before. He only did it because of that foolish perfect compatibility score. After the wedding, he buried himself in work and barely ever came home. I was desperate to fix things, so I made it my daily mission to hit on him whenever he was around—hoping that intimacy and a little time would spark something real. He hated every single second of it. Eventually, I resorted to blackmail—threatening to tell everyone he was imp0tent if he turned me down. He had no choice but to let me do whatever I wanted, even though his whole body screamed how much he didn’t want to be there. Now the truth was out. Benjamin was never gonna fall for me. For a werebeast who couldn’t care less about romance, an eighty percent compatibility score meant jack squat. Only a perfect score could make him feel any real affection. Looking back at all the crap I put him through over the last two years, I couldn’t help shivering. When Benjamin found out the truth… would he take his anger out on me? Chapter 2 Ever since I got the heads-up from the Werebeast Administration, I totally stopped texting Benjamin. I also quit asking when he’d be home. Our messages were crickets—dead silent. A week later, Benjamin did something he almost never does—he hit me up first. “I had the private doctor swing by to check on you,” he texted. “I’m not sick,” I shot back. “The butler said you’ve been zoning out a ton lately, and you stopped buying clothes and bags. You sure you’re feeling okay?” “I’m totally fine.” “Alright.” Normally, I would’ve texted him right back—saying I loved him, missed him, and wanted to sleep with him. This time? I didn’t reply at all. Instead, I just stared at the typing bubble on Benjamin’s end, flashing on and off. After a long pause, he sent a short text, “I’m coming home tomorrow.” I typed up a long reply real quick. “Tomorrow? You don’t gotta rush back, seriously. Everything’s good here. Stay focused on work—this country needs you right now. Don’t worry about home.” Benjamin didn’t hit me back after that. He was probably touched by how understanding I was being. I hoped that when he finally found out the truth, he’d remember how nice I’d been. But what happened next? Total shock. Half an hour later, Benjamin walked right through the front door. He looked beat—like he’d dropped everything at work and bolted straight home. He didn’t even take off his uniform before pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. “Your temp, breathing, and scent are all normal,” he said. “You’re not sick.” “I already told you—I’m completely fine.” “Then why’d you stop shopping? Your favorite brand drops new stuff every Monday, and you usually load up.” “Uh, I just wanted to save you some cash.” “You don’t gotta do that,” Benjamin said, staring right at me. “I’ll make back whatever you spend. I didn’t marry you so you could pinch pennies.” I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. We were gonna get a divorce soon. I stayed quiet, and then Benjamin suddenly picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. Chapter 3 “You’ve been dying to sleep with me in my uniform,” he murmured. “We can do it today—just this once.” “No, it’s fine!” I said, scrambling out of his grip. “You must be beat from work. I’d be a total j erk to wear you out the second you walk in the door. You need to rest. You hungry? I can cook for you today.” I hightailed it out of there, booking it to the safety of the kitchen. Right before I shut the door, I glanced back and saw Benjamin still standing there. His arms were frozen in the exact same spot as when he was holding me, and he looked totally confused. A few minutes later, he wandered into the kitchen. “Something came up last minute,” he said. “I gotta head back and handle it.” “Okay, go on then.” “I’ll be right back as soon as I’m done.” “No rush. Just focus on your work.” “You barely ever cook for us. I really wanna eat this meal.” I looked at him, and a thought popped into my head. “I can just bring the food to you when it’s ready. It’s way too tiring for you to keep running back and forth.” “That works.” His quick “yes” totally caught me off guard. Maybe it’s ’cause I’m human, but he never liked it when I went to military headquarters before. I’d only offered to bring the food as an excuse to avoid him—I never thought he’d actually say yes. He was acting super weird today. As soon as he left the house, I called our private chef to come take over the cooking. Once the food was ready, I took my sweet time walking over to headquarters. The building was huge and scary—just like Benjamin, the werewolf himself. The whole place felt totally overwhelming. I stood at the closest intersection and called him. “I’m waiting at the usual spot,” I said. “Have your lieutenant come pick up the food.” “Just come inside,” his deep voice rumbled over the phone. “I’ll tell the guards to let you through.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. “This is a top-secret military facility. Civilians aren’t allowed in here.” “Doesn’t matter. Nobody’s gonna stop you.” “But I’ve always waited at the intersection before…” Benjamin paused on the other end of the line. “Just come inside.” Maybe I was imagining it, but his voice sounded a little softer than usual. I really didn’t wanna go in, though. We were getting a divorce anyway—so there was no point in making myself known now. But Benjamin wasn’t the type of guy who takes “no” for an answer. I forced myself to keep walking. I got a ton of weird looks on the way in. ’Cause werebeasts have a huge physical advantage, they run the entire military. Seeing a regular human wandering around the base was pretty D rare. One werebeast actually stopped me. “Hey, how’d you get in here? Did the guards just quit their jobs?” Someone nearby quickly pulled him aside and set him straight. When the guy realized I was Benjamin’s wife, he checked me out from head to toe. “Her?” The hate in his voice was thick—you could practically taste it. To him, Benjamin marrying me was a total embarrassment. I finally made it to the supreme commander’s office, only to hear a loud ruckus coming from inside. “Benjamin, we agreed we were getting food today. How the heck did you forget again?” Chapter 4 It was Sierra Martyn. She was a total knockout of a werebeast—her shifted form was a nightingale. She was also his old mentor’s daughter. I didn’t find out until after we got married that if his 100% perfect match never showed up, Benjamin would’ve probably ended up with her. Socially speaking, they were a perfect fit. Benjamin just stood there, quietly letting Sierra chew him out. All of a sudden, his nose twitched. He looked up, his eyes locking right onto mine. “You made it.” He took a long stride toward me. “I need to clear this up. It’s not what it looks like—” “Sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted,” I blurted, cutting him off. He didn’t owe me any explanation. If anyone was bvtting in here, it was me. “Did I hear you guys had lunch plans? Perfect timing. The chef… uh, I mean, I made way too much food anyway. You two should split it so it doesn’t go to waste. I’ll let you get back to it—take all the time you need to catch up.” “Oh, and Benjamin? If you’re swamped tonight, don’t sweat coming home. I won’t leave a light on for you.” Benjamin’s brow furrowed into a slow, tight frown. Avoiding his gaze entirely, I turned and hightailed it out of there. Once I was outside, I shot a text to the Werebeast Administration. “Who’s Benjamin’s actual 100% match?” “We still don’t know,” came the reply. “The files are being fixed, but we can confirm he definitely has one.” Well, I had a pretty good hunch who it was. “Hurry up and fix ’em. You guys are so slow. Work overtime if you have to—nine to nine, six days a week.” “Nine to nine, six days a week?” “Never mind, it’s useless trying to explain.” I was just shoving my phone back into my pocket when it buzzed again. “By the way, Ms. Penrith, if everything goes as planned, your part of the files will be restored real soon. Once they are, I’ll sh00t you the info on your own 100% match right away.” “Kk.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Don’t ask.” That evening, I was perfectly happy being by myself. But surprise, surprise—Benjamin actually came home. I wasn’t kidding about not leaving a light on. The living room was pitch-black. He didn’t even bother hitting the switch. His tall figure just loomed in the dark, right in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “What are you doing home?” “This is my house. You gonna tell me I can’t come home?” “Ah, that’s not what I meant.” “Tabitha.” “Yeah?” “There’s absolutely nothing going on between Sierra and me. We never got together, not even in the past. I know people say we were supposed to get married, but that’s total BS. I only see her as a fellow soldier.” “We planned to eat today ’cause it’s her birthday. She invited me to a dinner party a while back, and I said yes ’cause I figured there’d be tons of other people there. But I totally forgot about it today—that’s why she came looking for me.” Benjamin was talking a mile a minute, spilling everything at once—a total 180 from his usual quiet self. I waved a hand dismissively in the dark. “It really doesn’t matter. You forgot her invite—did you at least apologize properly? I don’t know much about female werebeasts, but girls are pretty much all the same. Just comfort her a little, and she’ll be good.” “Are you like that too?” he asked out of the blue. In the dark, Benjamin’s eyes glowed a faint green—a dead give@way his werewolf instincts were locked right onto me. “Me? You don’t need to coddle me. I’m totally fine.” And I meant that for real. Without warning, Benjamin bent down and picked me up. He was being weirdly forward, almost aggressive. He hadn’t even taken off that dark uniform I loved so much, and its cold metal buttons scraped my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. In the quiet of the room, the sharp click of his belt buckle unfastening echoed. I forced myself to stay calm and stopped him before things got out of hand. “Wait,” I said. “Put one on first.” “Put what on?” “A c0nd0m.” Benjamin froze. “When’d you get these?” “Today…” I didn’t dare tell him the truth. When he’d come home at noon and suddenly wanted to sleep with me, I’d worried he might actually go through with it. So I’d rushed out that afternoon and bought a box. “Why’d you buy these? I thought you always wanted a baby.” “Well, I realized I’m still young. Let’s hold off on kids for a bit.” I used to think I could lock down my spot by having his kid. I was willing to do whatever it took to find clues on how to get back home. But clearly, that plan was out the window now. My main goal was to keep my distance from Benjamin—so when he finally found out the truth, I wouldn’t be the one taking the brunt of his anger. I pulled out a c0nd0m and reached over to put it on him, but Benjamin didn’t move an inch. “You’ve been acting really weird lately,” he said. “Nah, I haven’t…” “You have,” Benjamin insisted, his voice firm. “You used to be so into this. But today, no matter how much I kiss you, you’re giving me nothing back.” “You used to call me ‘husband’ all the time. You’d even interrupt my work just to say you wanted to check out my chest. Now? You only call me by my first name.” “What the heck is going on with you?” Since he was already asking, I figured it was better to just rip the Band-Aid off instead of dragging it out. I mustered up all my courage and said, “Benjamin, I want a divorce.
Because of that perfect compatibility score, the werebeast commander had no choice but to marry me. But right after the wedding, he couldn’t have cared less about me. I was desperate, so I tried to get him into bed every single day. I was dead set on it—if we had enough s-ex, he’d eventually fall for me. I just knew it. Today, I was trying to seduce him again when my phone lit up with an urgent alert from the Werebeast Administration. “We found an error in your compatibility rating with General Tarleton. He’s not your perfect match.” I froze—totally shocked. No wonder he was always so cold to me. Beneath me, Benjamin had no clue about the alert. He rubbed his d1ck against my bvtt, “You gonna wanna or not? I got stuff to take care of.” I scrambled for my clothes, yanking them on as I backed away. “No. Go back to work.” --- His frown got deeper. “You sure about that?” “Yeah. I’m sure,” I stammered out. He stared at me long and hard, but he didn’t say what he was thinking. He just got dressed in his uniform, not a single word, then headed out the door. The second the door clicked shut, I called the Administration. “What the heck is going on here?” I snapped. “We’re so sorry, Ms. Penrith. When we were updating historical data, we found a glitch in your compatibility rating with General Tarleton. He’s not your perfect match.” “We’ve been married for two years, and you’re just now figuring this out?” “We sincerely apologize. According to the corrected data, you still have an eighty percent compatibility. In theory, your marriage shouldn’t be affected.” “You said ‘in theory.’ What about in real life?” The rep hesitated. “In real life… your actual perfect match is someone else.” “Who?” “We don’t know yet. We lost some data during the system update, and we’re doing everything we can to get it back.” I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth across the huge bedroom. “Have you told Benjamin yet?” “No, ma’am. He blocked all our numbers.” Right. I’d totally forgotten about that. When Benjamin first found out the Administration had matched him with a human, he was so ticked off he blocked them on everything. “Don’t tell him yet,” I said. “Let me figure something out first.” “We really appreciate your cooperation,” the rep said, sounding like a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. In this world, werebeasts ran the show. Thanks to their insane physical strength, they had a total monopoly on all the political and military power. Benjamin was the top military commander—p1ssing him off was basically digging your own grave. Humans, on the other hand, were stuck doing basic, crummy jobs. After I transmigrated here, I’d been slaving away at those dead-end gigs, all while scrambling to find a way back to my original world. Then one day, the Administration dropped a bombshe11, I was the perfect match for their top general. I jumped at the chance. Benjamin had all the classified info—so I figured getting close to him might give me the clues I needed to finally go home. But Benjamin hated my guts. Here, a human marrying a werebeast was a total social upgrade—unheard of. No one his rank had ever married a human before. He only did it because of that foolish perfect compatibility score. After the wedding, he buried himself in work and barely ever came home. I was desperate to fix things, so I made it my daily mission to hit on him whenever he was around—hoping that intimacy and a little time would spark something real. He hated every single second of it. Eventually, I resorted to blackmail—threatening to tell everyone he was imp0tent if he turned me down. He had no choice but to let me do whatever I wanted, even though his whole body screamed how much he didn’t want to be there. Now the truth was out. Benjamin was never gonna fall for me. For a werebeast who couldn’t care less about romance, an eighty percent compatibility score meant jack squat. Only a perfect score could make him feel any real affection. Looking back at all the crap I put him through over the last two years, I couldn’t help shivering. When Benjamin found out the truth… would he take his anger out on me? Chapter 2 Ever since I got the heads-up from the Werebeast Administration, I totally stopped texting Benjamin. I also quit asking when he’d be home. Our messages were crickets—dead silent. A week later, Benjamin did something he almost never does—he hit me up first. “I had the private doctor swing by to check on you,” he texted. “I’m not sick,” I shot back. “The butler said you’ve been zoning out a ton lately, and you stopped buying clothes and bags. You sure you’re feeling okay?” “I’m totally fine.” “Alright.” Normally, I would’ve texted him right back—saying I loved him, missed him, and wanted to sleep with him. This time? I didn’t reply at all. Instead, I just stared at the typing bubble on Benjamin’s end, flashing on and off. After a long pause, he sent a short text, “I’m coming home tomorrow.” I typed up a long reply real quick. “Tomorrow? You don’t gotta rush back, seriously. Everything’s good here. Stay focused on work—this country needs you right now. Don’t worry about home.” Benjamin didn’t hit me back after that. He was probably touched by how understanding I was being. I hoped that when he finally found out the truth, he’d remember how nice I’d been. But what happened next? Total shock. Half an hour later, Benjamin walked right through the front door. He looked beat—like he’d dropped everything at work and bolted straight home. He didn’t even take off his uniform before pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. “Your temp, breathing, and scent are all normal,” he said. “You’re not sick.” “I already told you—I’m completely fine.” “Then why’d you stop shopping? Your favorite brand drops new stuff every Monday, and you usually load up.” “Uh, I just wanted to save you some cash.” “You don’t gotta do that,” Benjamin said, staring right at me. “I’ll make back whatever you spend. I didn’t marry you so you could pinch pennies.” I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. We were gonna get a divorce soon. I stayed quiet, and then Benjamin suddenly picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. Chapter 3 “You’ve been dying to sleep with me in my uniform,” he murmured. “We can do it today—just this once.” “No, it’s fine!” I said, scrambling out of his grip. “You must be beat from work. I’d be a total j erk to wear you out the second you walk in the door. You need to rest. You hungry? I can cook for you today.” I hightailed it out of there, booking it to the safety of the kitchen. Right before I shut the door, I glanced back and saw Benjamin still standing there. His arms were frozen in the exact same spot as when he was holding me, and he looked totally confused. A few minutes later, he wandered into the kitchen. “Something came up last minute,” he said. “I gotta head back and handle it.” “Okay, go on then.” “I’ll be right back as soon as I’m done.” “No rush. Just focus on your work.” “You barely ever cook for us. I really wanna eat this meal.” I looked at him, and a thought popped into my head. “I can just bring the food to you when it’s ready. It’s way too tiring for you to keep running back and forth.” “That works.” His quick “yes” totally caught me off guard. Maybe it’s ’cause I’m human, but he never liked it when I went to military headquarters before. I’d only offered to bring the food as an excuse to avoid him—I never thought he’d actually say yes. He was acting super weird today. As soon as he left the house, I called our private chef to come take over the cooking. Once the food was ready, I took my sweet time walking over to headquarters. The building was huge and scary—just like Benjamin, the werewolf himself. The whole place felt totally overwhelming. I stood at the closest intersection and called him. “I’m waiting at the usual spot,” I said. “Have your lieutenant come pick up the food.” “Just come inside,” his deep voice rumbled over the phone. “I’ll tell the guards to let you through.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. “This is a top-secret military facility. Civilians aren’t allowed in here.” “Doesn’t matter. Nobody’s gonna stop you.” “But I’ve always waited at the intersection before…” Benjamin paused on the other end of the line. “Just come inside.” Maybe I was imagining it, but his voice sounded a little softer than usual. I really didn’t wanna go in, though. We were getting a divorce anyway—so there was no point in making myself known now. But Benjamin wasn’t the type of guy who takes “no” for an answer. I forced myself to keep walking. I got a ton of weird looks on the way in. ’Cause werebeasts have a huge physical advantage, they run the entire military. Seeing a regular human wandering around the base was pretty D rare. One werebeast actually stopped me. “Hey, how’d you get in here? Did the guards just quit their jobs?” Someone nearby quickly pulled him aside and set him straight. When the guy realized I was Benjamin’s wife, he checked me out from head to toe. “Her?” The hate in his voice was thick—you could practically taste it. To him, Benjamin marrying me was a total embarrassment. I finally made it to the supreme commander’s office, only to hear a loud ruckus coming from inside. “Benjamin, we agreed we were getting food today. How the heck did you forget again?” Chapter 4 It was Sierra Martyn. She was a total knockout of a werebeast—her shifted form was a nightingale. She was also his old mentor’s daughter. I didn’t find out until after we got married that if his 100% perfect match never showed up, Benjamin would’ve probably ended up with her. Socially speaking, they were a perfect fit. Benjamin just stood there, quietly letting Sierra chew him out. All of a sudden, his nose twitched. He looked up, his eyes locking right onto mine. “You made it.” He took a long stride toward me. “I need to clear this up. It’s not what it looks like—” “Sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted,” I blurted, cutting him off. He didn’t owe me any explanation. If anyone was bvtting in here, it was me. “Did I hear you guys had lunch plans? Perfect timing. The chef… uh, I mean, I made way too much food anyway. You two should split it so it doesn’t go to waste. I’ll let you get back to it—take all the time you need to catch up.” “Oh, and Benjamin? If you’re swamped tonight, don’t sweat coming home. I won’t leave a light on for you.” Benjamin’s brow furrowed into a slow, tight frown. Avoiding his gaze entirely, I turned and hightailed it out of there. Once I was outside, I shot a text to the Werebeast Administration. “Who’s Benjamin’s actual 100% match?” “We still don’t know,” came the reply. “The files are being fixed, but we can confirm he definitely has one.” Well, I had a pretty good hunch who it was. “Hurry up and fix ’em. You guys are so slow. Work overtime if you have to—nine to nine, six days a week.” “Nine to nine, six days a week?” “Never mind, it’s useless trying to explain.” I was just shoving my phone back into my pocket when it buzzed again. “By the way, Ms. Penrith, if everything goes as planned, your part of the files will be restored real soon. Once they are, I’ll sh00t you the info on your own 100% match right away.” “Kk.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Don’t ask.” That evening, I was perfectly happy being by myself. But surprise, surprise—Benjamin actually came home. I wasn’t kidding about not leaving a light on. The living room was pitch-black. He didn’t even bother hitting the switch. His tall figure just loomed in the dark, right in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “What are you doing home?” “This is my house. You gonna tell me I can’t come home?” “Ah, that’s not what I meant.” “Tabitha.” “Yeah?” “There’s absolutely nothing going on between Sierra and me. We never got together, not even in the past. I know people say we were supposed to get married, but that’s total BS. I only see her as a fellow soldier.” “We planned to eat today ’cause it’s her birthday. She invited me to a dinner party a while back, and I said yes ’cause I figured there’d be tons of other people there. But I totally forgot about it today—that’s why she came looking for me.” Benjamin was talking a mile a minute, spilling everything at once—a total 180 from his usual quiet self. I waved a hand dismissively in the dark. “It really doesn’t matter. You forgot her invite—did you at least apologize properly? I don’t know much about female werebeasts, but girls are pretty much all the same. Just comfort her a little, and she’ll be good.” “Are you like that too?” he asked out of the blue. In the dark, Benjamin’s eyes glowed a faint green—a dead give@way his werewolf instincts were locked right onto me. “Me? You don’t need to coddle me. I’m totally fine.” And I meant that for real. Without warning, Benjamin bent down and picked me up. He was being weirdly forward, almost aggressive. He hadn’t even taken off that dark uniform I loved so much, and its cold metal buttons scraped my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. In the quiet of the room, the sharp click of his belt buckle unfastening echoed. I forced myself to stay calm and stopped him before things got out of hand. “Wait,” I said. “Put one on first.” “Put what on?” “A c0nd0m.” Benjamin froze. “When’d you get these?” “Today…” I didn’t dare tell him the truth. When he’d come home at noon and suddenly wanted to sleep with me, I’d worried he might actually go through with it. So I’d rushed out that afternoon and bought a box. “Why’d you buy these? I thought you always wanted a baby.” “Well, I realized I’m still young. Let’s hold off on kids for a bit.” I used to think I could lock down my spot by having his kid. I was willing to do whatever it took to find clues on how to get back home. But clearly, that plan was out the window now. My main goal was to keep my distance from Benjamin—so when he finally found out the truth, I wouldn’t be the one taking the brunt of his anger. I pulled out a c0nd0m and reached over to put it on him, but Benjamin didn’t move an inch. “You’ve been acting really weird lately,” he said. “Nah, I haven’t…” “You have,” Benjamin insisted, his voice firm. “You used to be so into this. But today, no matter how much I kiss you, you’re giving me nothing back.” “You used to call me ‘husband’ all the time. You’d even interrupt my work just to say you wanted to check out my chest. Now? You only call me by my first name.” “What the heck is going on with you?” Since he was already asking, I figured it was better to just rip the Band-Aid off instead of dragging it out. I mustered up all my courage and said, “Benjamin, I want a divorce.