Sorry I'm Mated To The Commander novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

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Prince Atlas’s private quarters. Layla had been here several times before, each time with a different state of mind.

Her gaze brushed over the royal crest emblem on the door before she stepped inside. November hurried to the small kitchenette area, his voice buoyant. “What would you like to drink, Star? Milk? Fruit coffee? Hot or cold?”

“Atlas,” she said, her voice steady. “I want a divorce.”

The clear glass in his hand slipped, shattering on the floor. His cerulean blue eyes widened, instantly brimming with tears. “Star… why? What did I do wrong?”

November stood frozen, fists clenched. His nine fluffy fox tails, which he’d let out in private knowing she liked them, drooped behind him.

She kept her eyes lowered, fixed on the deep red carpet, avoiding that heart-wrenching blue. “You didn’t do anything wrong. But our marriage was a mistake from the start. And when your rut ends, you become a completely different person.”

“But that’s still me.” He took a cautious step closer, hope flickering in his eyes. “Star, please don’t leave me. Let’s not get divorced, okay?”

Steeling her heart, Layla pulled up her optical computer and initiated the divorce application.

Thanks to the secure comm channel Atlas had provided, the official signal went through, and the notification popped up on his device.

request

She looked up at him. “I don’t like being used. I don’t like being threatened. When you’re clear-headed, that’s all our marriage is—a tool and a threat. So approve the application. Don’t make me hate you.”

November was completely stunned.

He could see she was serious. She really meant it. She was going to leave him. She didn’t want him anymore.

Desperately, he searched his mind. Then his head snapped up. “You hate my clear-headed self, right? If I could stay like this—like I am now during my rut-you wouldn’t want a divorce, would you?”

Layla was taken aback. “That’s impossible.”

A rut was a physiological period for shifters. No one could remain in that state permanently. Though, admittedly, no shifter’s rut was as fragmented as Atlas’s.

“Star, just… Don’t file it yet, okay? Let me find a way. If I can stay like this, we won’t divorce. It’s a promise!”

As if terrified she’d change her mind, he instantly rejected the divorce application on his device, then turned and bolted from the room.

An Ultra-S Tier shifter’s speed was blinding. Layla couldn’t hope to catch him.

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She was left speechless. She seemed to have underestimated just how dependent rut-bound Atlas was on her.

But it was impossible for anyone to remain in that state. Hopefully, Empress Leilani would talk some sense into him.

With the training officially over, there was still a final ceremony, but students were free until then.

Exhausted, Layla returned to her dorm to find her other two roommates there, but Annie was gone.

When Layla had first been cast out by the Sullivans, these two girls had kept their distance. Now, seeing her take first place, their enthusiasm returned. People could be painfully realistic.

When Layla asked where Annie was, they eagerly informed her Annie had gone to find her cousin, Kierra.

Layla sighed inwardly. That cat really can’t sit still for a moment.

After a quick shower and changing into clean training clothes, she lay on her bed, checking her optical computer.

Her mentor, Weston, still hadn’t sent any new messages. Where had that old man wandered off to? What gift had he sent her?

She knew it must be something good and couldn’t help feeling a flicker of anticipation.

Rolling over, drowsiness began to pull at her. But between sleep and wake, her thoughts drifted back to Atlas. By now, he should have left Training Delta.

He wouldn’t actually find a way to stay in his rut, would he? And anyway, this rut of his would end soon enough. He’d turn back into that cold, obsessive, domineering Ninth Prince.

At that very moment, Atlas had indeed departed Training Delta. The base commander, Alexander Hunter, and his staff collectively breathed a sigh of relief once his ship left orbit.

‘The young master is finally gone!’ They thought.

As for his reason for being here? No one dared ask. The news of his departure, however, was discreetly relayed back to the royal palace on Alpha Prime-specifically, to the residence of the Crown Prince.

Crown Prince Krish Zimmer, whose gentle, handsome features bore little resemblance to his younger brother’s, frowned slightly as he read the report, his fingers brushing the gold-and-white embroidery on his sleeve.

“What is he doing, going back and forth to Training Delta?” Krish asked.

His adjutant bowed slightly. “The reason is unknown, Your Highness. No one dared inquire. We only know he blended in with the students and participated in their final team competition. Your Highness, do you think… the Ninth Prince is recruiting?”

Krish’s gaze lowered, thoughtful. “If he wished to gather supporters within the military, it would be effortless. But his temperament is… mercurial. No one can get close.”

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“Your Highness, it’s said the Ninth Prince reverts to a… more juvenile state during his rut. His cycle is approaching. Perhaps we could find a shifter with particularly compelling pheromones to get close to him then…”

Krish’s frown deepened with displeasure. “Do not speak of harming Atlas.”

“Of course not, Your Highness! Not harm. Merely placing someone by his side to… gather information we might need.”

After a long silence, Krish said softly, “Very well. Proceed.”

Once the adjutant withdrew, Krish opened his optical computer and sent a message to his cousin, Tomas.

Kris: [Return to Alpha Prime after training concludes. Come see me at the palace.]

But Tomas, still on Training Delta for the final ceremony, would not receive this message just yet.

The ceremony honored the top three teams and the top ten individual scorers. Besides academic credits, there were rare mech materials as prizes.

Team points were divided equally among members. Layla, already first individually and now on the first- place team, was the undisputed overall champion. While Tomas placed second.

While Layla’s team took first, only she ranked in the individual top ten. Annie and Alex, previously mid-tier, had jumped into the top twenty. Even the snack-loving Wallace had broken into the top thirty.

The name ‘November Clark’ was also on the list, though around fiftieth place. He had no prior scores and was notably absent today.

Wallace, munching on something, looked around curiously. “Where’s Commander November?”

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