The Alpha's Reclaimed Legacy

Synopsis

After three consecutive months of receiving bed photos and videos from my Alpha husband's lover, I publicly posted all the intimate footage on werewolf social media. My husband's mistress cried her heart out, screaming that she had no face to show in any Pack anymore. The next second, Logan's call came through, his voice cold as ice: "Delete it." I didn't delete it. Ten minutes later, all my accounts were deactivated. The entire operation—Logan only needed ten minutes. Three days later, he came to me with divorce papers, his fingers caressing the back of my neck as he coerced me softly: "It's just a trick to placate the little omega. Play along." I nodded and signed my name.