My Alpha's Retribution

Chapter 1 – The Breaking Point

Initially, when my Alpha husband, Dylan Wade, brought his secretary to our packhouse in the middle of the night, I thought nothing of it.

Now looking back, I was such a fool.

One blinded by love and emotions.

Dylan was not just my husband. He was the Alpha of the SilverClaw Pack. A man everyone bowed to. His word was law. His gaze alone could make warriors lower their heads. But to me, he was simply Dylan. The man I once believed would walk through fire just to protect me.

He would bring her home mostly when I wasn’t around. At least, that was what I thought.

It had been almost three years since he started working closely with her — Maya. She was his personal assistant at the company, but lately, she had become his shadow even within the pack territory.

That night, I wasn’t supposed to be home.

The girls and I had planned a small night out to relieve stress, but everything fell apart when one of them cancelled and the rest backed out. So, I had to turn back home, feeling tired and disappointed, hoping to just crawl into bed.

The packhouse was dark when I arrived, except for a faint glow from the kitchen. I remember thinking Dylan was probably working late again. He always said he was working. He had stopped sharing his thoughts with me months ago.

I stepped in quietly, trying not to startle him. But the moment I turned the corner and entered the kitchen, the world froze.

Maya was sitting on the kitchen island, our kitchen island, with her legs wrapped around Dylan’s waist, her fingers tangled in his hair. His hand moved slowly over her back, the pad of his thumb brushing along her jaw in a way that made her sigh. The light from the counter lamp fell softly across his face, and for one second, I saw his wedding ring gleam — my ring — pressing against her bare skin as he held her close.

My breath caught before my mind could even process what I was seeing. My knees weakened, a sharp, sick feeling twisting in my stomach. The floor felt like it was shifting beneath me.

I couldn’t breathe.

The sound of my own heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else.

He was touching her in a way he hadn’t touched me in months. The way his thumb traced small circles at the base of her neck, the same spot where he once liked to kiss me.

My mouth went dry. My fingers trembled against the wall I was gripping for balance.

Then I heard it.

Maya rested her head on his chest, her voice soft, sweet, too comfortable.

“Dylan, when are you going to make me your legal Luna? I’ve waited for so long. It’s been over three years now and I can’t wait anymore,” she whined, sounding like a spoiled pup.

I waited for him