His Secret Affair Unleashed The Alpha's Fury

Just as they were about to part ways, Miles called out to her, his voice laced with a bitterness that cut through the crisp evening air.

"Adelyn, I hope you move out soon. If you linger, I’ll have nowhere to turn for support."

The wheelchair came to a sudden halt, its wheels screeching against the rough pavement, a sound that echoed the tearing of a bond that once held them together. Adelyn’s shoulders stiffened, but she refused to let him see the cracks forming in her composure.

"Fine," she replied coolly, her tone as sharp as the edge of a blade.

With Theo’s help, she rose from the wheelchair and stepped into the waiting car, urging the driver to take her to the territory they once shared. She arrived before Miles, her presence commanding despite the exhaustion that clung to her like a shadow. The pack’s housekeeping staff was already waiting by the door, their heads bowed in deference to the Alpha she secretly was.

She didn’t need Miles to tell her to leave; she would have done so anyway. Every second in his presence felt suffocating, a reminder of the mate bond she was severing.

Under her direction, her belongings were packed quickly—a few clothes, some jewelry, and the items she had brought into their union. Anything connected to Miles after their bonding ceremony held no value to her now.

When Miles returned, most of the packing was done. His face was unreadable as he stared intently at the boxes, his eyes narrowing as if she had stolen something precious from him. His broad shoulders, once a source of comfort, now seemed like a wall of hostility.

Ignoring his scrutinizing gaze, Adelyn instructed a pack member to take down the painting hanging in the living room, a piece of her family’s legacy.

"What are you doing? Who gave you permission to touch that painting? Leave it alone!" Miles roared, his voice carrying the weight of his Gamma authority, though it lacked the commanding presence of an Alpha.

Adelyn turned to face him, her expression calm but resolute. "My parents gave me this painting for my birthday before our bonding. It’s part of my personal property. Why shouldn’t I take it?" Her voice was steady, her gaze unwavering.

The painting, a rare artifact acquired at an auction by her parents, was worth a fortune. Once Miles discovered its value, he had insisted it be displayed prominently, a symbol of his status. Now, faced with its removal, his anger flared, his control slipping.

With nothing left to say, Miles could only lash out, his words bitter and cutting. "A month to cool off. Don’t come back crying and begging."

Adelyn didn’t bother responding. She simply turned and walked away, her head held high, her steps firm despite the ache in her chest.

Beg him? The thought was absurd. She only hoped he wouldn’t be the one coming to her in tears, groveling for forgiveness she had no intention of giving.