Then, two years into our union, Brielle appeared. The daughter of a wealthy Alpha from the Northern Territories, she requested a position as Gideon’s assistant. She slipped into the pack as though she had been carved for it. With her elite ties and honeyed tongue, she drew in strong allies and wealthy patrons, swelling Gideon’s businesses with millions in revenue.
That was all it took for Gideon’s loyalties to shift.
Slowly. Quietly. Cruelly.
He didn’t announce the affair outright, but his behavior made denial impossible—late nights at the office, hushed conversations he wouldn’t take near me, his scent constantly mixed with hers, and now… her underwear hidden in his jacket like some kind of twisted trophy.
I had already decided to leave him for good. But first, I needed to face him. To face them.
Gideon hadn’t returned home since last night anyway; he’d chosen not to.
After showering and dressing, I ordered a pack-runner carriage to take me straight to the Lunar Crest Headquarters—the massive tower Gideon and I built together from nothing but dreams, determination, and my secret resources.