Caught My Alpha Cheating, so I Ruined Him

Atlas was a severe and cold man. He always emphasized his authority as the Alpha and my dignity as the Luna, so he forbade any public displays of affection between us. If I so much as brushed against his sleeve, he would frown and pull away. But on the night his first love, Beatrix, returned, he reached out and naturally tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear in front of the entire pack at the celebration banquet. I didn't make a scene. I just calmly tossed the mate bond dissolution agreement I had drafted a long time ago onto the table. "Sign it." Atlas stared at me in disbelief. "Over a piece of hair? Are you out of your mind?" I didn't say a word. It wasn't just because of that. It was because I finally realized how stupid it was to give my heart to a man who would never look back at me. That was why I had already gathered all the evidence of his betrayal of our mate bond. I will make him understand the price of hurting me. Chapter 1 "Sign it, Atlas." Atlas glanced down at the Mate Bond Severance Agreement. He looked stunned at first, then let out a scoff of pure anger. "Cora, what kind of tantrum is this?" His eyes were cold, radiating that heavy, oppressive Alpha aura. "Just because I touched her hair? Are you out of your mind?" "Yes, just because of that," I admitted, nodding calmly. The banquet hall instantly fell dead silent. Atlas stared at me in disbelief, acting as if I had committed some unforgivable sin. "Cora, you’re being unreasonable," the pack’s Head Elder said, stepping forward with his cane to smooth things over. "You two have been mated for seven years. How can you throw it all away over something so trivial? This is absurd. Put the papers away." "Absurd?" I picked up my champagne glass and downed it in one go. "Elder, do you have any idea how I've spent these past seven years?" I turned to look at Atlas. "When you lose control during your rut, the name you call out is Beatrix." "The passcode to the safe in your study is Beatrix’s birthday." "You even tossed aside your precious Alpha dignity for her," I said, pointing coldly at the agreement while staring dead into his eyes. "Is it really out of line for me to ask for a rejection?" Gasps rippled through the crowd. Atlas’s face turned crimson. Feeling humiliated, he pointed at me in a rage. "Cora! Are you drunk? Stop this nonsense right now!" I gazed at the man standing in front of me. A month ago, in this exact hall, I had simply tried to straighten his crooked tie. He had roughly slapped my hand away, lowering his voice to warn me to mind my dignity as the Luna. And now, he was being so gentle to another woman in front of everyone. It was just so pointless. "Remember to sign it," I dropped the words lightly, grabbing my coat from the chair and turning to leave. Before I could take two steps, Beatrix blocked my path. Her eyes were red, making her look pitiful and delicate, but she couldn't hide the smug smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Cora, don’t misunderstand Atlas." She intentionally emphasized her words, flaunting like a winner. "He was just taking care of me out of habit. After all, we used to be so close. Please don't ruin your relationship over me." "Get out of my way." I didn't waste another word, silently swatting her hand away and striding out the door. The winter night wind was freezing. I had just reached the parking lot and pulled my car door open when rushed footsteps sounded behind me. Atlas caught up, slamming his hand against the window to keep it shut. "Have you forgotten your place as Luna?" he roared, his eyes flashing a furious red. "Making me lose face in front of the whole pack, are you happy now?" I stared at him coldly. His expression grew even more irritated. "Can you drop your controlling act for once? I’ve already buried my past regrets for her. What more do you want? Do you expect me to only have eyes for you and no one else?" "Besides, I told you long ago, if I wanted to be with my first love, do you really think I would have married you?!" With those words, the string in my heart that had been pulled taut for seven years finally snapped. I shoved the car door open hard, making him stumble back a few steps. "Then why didn't you choose her?!" I finally let out my suppressed anger and screamed at him. Seven years of grievances erupted all at once. "Do you think I don't know? You've been emotionally cheating on me for seven straight years!" I stepped closer, glaring at his hypocritical face. "All your coldness towards me was just because I wasn't her! Even when we were intimate in bed, you closed your eyes and fantasized about Beatrix!" Atlas froze. He probably thought he had hidden it well. Being exposed like this made a flicker of panic cross his eyes. "I'm tired, Atlas." I looked at him, feeling an unprecedented exhaustion, as if my inner wolf was withering away. "I can't do this anymore." I took a deep breath, turning away. "Let's just sever the mate bond." I waited for his rage or his hypocritical excuses. But the only response I got was the sound of the silent wind. Chapter 2 It turned out Beatrix had followed us out. She was shivering in the freezing wind, wearing only a thin evening gown. Without a second of hesitation, Atlas stripped off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. He then instinctively pulled her closer into his arms. I looked away and slammed on the gas. I put on my Bluetooth earpiece and called my best friend, Maya. "I'm forcing a mate bond dissolution," I said, skipping the pleasantries. "I forwarded the backups to your email. It's everything: the flight records of Atlas sneaking overseas to see Beatrix, plus the paper trail of pack assets he's funneled to her over the last seven years. I'm not just severing the mate bond. I'm taking my cut." A glass shattered on the other end of the line. "Are you serious? Cora, you're finally done with him!" Maya's voice shook with excitement. "As the pack's Chief Strategy Officer, you tripled Silver Crescent's wealth in seven years! With that evidence, you have every right to take what's yours!" "But," Maya's tone sobered, "the pack Elders are rigid traditionalists. If Atlas refuses to sign, the only way to force the dissolution and strip his assets is concrete proof of physical infidelity." Concrete proof. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. The Elders didn't give a damn about seven years of emotional abuse, verbal humiliation, or his blatant favoritism. They needed undeniable proof. They needed me to catch him red-handed. "I know," I hung up the phone, deep in thought. Beatrix was back. It was only a matter of time before they crossed the line. After a long pause, I decided to lay low. I'd wait for Atlas to slip up. Early the next morning. The bedroom door was pushed open roughly. I woke up to find Atlas standing by the bed, coldly ordering, "Get up. Make breakfast." For the past seven years, I had insisted on cooking his breakfast myself, just hoping he would look at me a little more. But that didn't mean I was going to take his orders now. Especially not when... My eyes locked onto his neck. There was a clear red lipstick mark there. Glaring and arrogant. "What? Are you going to move?" Atlas frowned, looking down at me. "Make an extra serving of bacon and eggs. Beatrix likes hers over-easy." I laughed. "Atlas, you never miss a chance to cheapen yourself, and me." I threw off the covers and glared at him. "I am the Luna of this pack, not a maid for your precious Beatrix." "What is your problem now?" Before he could blow up, the doorbell rang. Atlas’s mood instantly shifted, and he practically bolted downstairs to open the door. Outside stood Beatrix, dressed in an elegant dress. Atlas turned his head and casually informed me, "I'm going to a seaside resort with some old friends. Beatrix just got back to the country, so I'm taking her out to relax." "What about me?" I asked expressionlessly, leaning against the stair railing. "You don't know them well; you'd just ruin the mood. Stay home. We'll be back in three days." Beatrix walked into the living room, stepping right up to me and naturally patting my shoulder. "Don't mind us, Cora," she said breezily, her eyes full of smug provocation. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him for you." Looking at her acting like the lady of the house, I almost felt like she was the true Luna of this estate. Atlas soon came out of the bedroom with his luggage. I stopped him, shoving the agreement from last night back in his face. "Sign it before you leave." Atlas’s patience completely ran out. He swatted the file away. "Cora, are you ever going to drop this?! Are you really going to keep threatening me with this childish nonsense?" Papers scattered all over the floor. Beatrix immediately stepped in, wrapping her arm around Atlas’s with fake concern. "Atlas, don't be so mean to Cora. She’s probably just overthinking because she's home alone. You should be more understanding." Atlas looked down at her, the rage in his eyes instantly melting into tenderness. "You’re always so sensible," he said, patting her hand. They turned toward the door. "I booked that private hot spring," Atlas murmured to Beatrix, his tone intimate. "We can have a good soak tonight." "Stop it, people are watching," Beatrix giggled coyly. The front door slammed shut. I stood in the messy living room. No anger. No tears. I bent down, picked up my phone, and called Maya again. "He refused to sign," I said, my voice cold as ice. "Then what do we do? We can't win without proof!" Maya asked anxiously. I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Atlas's sports car leave the estate. A cold smirk touched my lips. "Relax. I planted a micro-tracker on his car last night." "I have a feeling I'm getting my concrete proof very, very soon." Chapter 3 Guided by the tracker, I booked a top-floor suite directly across from their luxury oceanfront villa. I unpacked the high-definition telephoto camera and directional microphone I'd brought. I needed their little rendezvous to be crystal clear for the Elders. I set up the high-definition telephoto camera and adjusted the focus. Through the lens, the sun was blinding, and the beach was pristine white. I could see Atlas clearly. He was wearing only black swim trunks, unapologetically showing off the explosive muscles of a prime Alpha. He laughed loudly as he spiked a volleyball into the sand, sweat rolling down his chest. He looked like a completely different person from the cold, serious Alpha who always wore tailored suits at the estate. "Atlas, looking good!" one of his friends called out, handing him a cold beer with a sleazy smirk. "You look like you've been pent up. Honestly, when was the last time you actually had a good time?" Atlas took a swig of beer and answered without missing a beat, "About a year ago." "A year?!" His buddies started jeering. "No way! I know your Luna looks cold and lifeless normally, but is she that boring in bed too?" In the camera lens, Atlas didn't deny it. He just chuckled. He turned his head, his gaze fixed straight on Beatrix standing nearby. "I only save my passion for the woman I truly love." "Some people are just there for decoration." Beatrix, wearing a sexy bikini, walked over at the perfect moment. She lowered her head shyly, but her hand provocatively traced Atlas’s waist, her fingertips trailing lightly over his abs. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, leaving no space between them. The cheering from their friends got louder. "After all these years, you two are still the perfect match." "Yeah, only Beatrix can handle Atlas's passion!" I sat in the dim hotel room and lit a cigarette. The harsh smoke filled my lungs. I let out a cold laugh. Watching them flaunt their shameless desires in the broad daylight made me feel like a rat peeping from the gutter. But it didn't matter. Once I recorded this, these seven years of absurdity would finally be over. Down on the beach, Beatrix turned and ran into the ocean. She swam out quite far. Suddenly, she started thrashing violently in the water, her hands slapping the surface in a panic. "Atlas! Help me!" Atlas, the usually calm, unshakeable Alpha who wouldn't flinch if the sky fell, instantly panicked. Like a madman, he sprinted into the crashing waves. He swam to her, scooped her up, and held her tightly against his chest, striding back to shore. Water dripped from both of them. As soon as he hit the sand, Atlas hurriedly laid her down, pinched her chin, and began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. But it was blatantly obvious Beatrix hadn't swallowed any water. Within seconds, her arms wrapped around Atlas’s neck, and she kissed him back fiercely. Their lips locked. My high-definition lens caught every disgusting, intimate detail. They kissed on the beach as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist, completely lost in each other. I took a drag of my cigarette, a self-deprecating smirk on my face. Last year, during a negotiation with a rival pack, my arm was slashed by a poisoned blade. The cut was bone-deep, and I bled heavily. I was sweating from the agonizing pain, tears falling uncontrollably. And Atlas just stood on the sidelines, watching me with cold indifference. "Crying over a small scratch? Is this how a Luna behaves?" That was all the comfort he gave me. And now, Beatrix puts on a poorly acted drowning stunt, and he completely throws his Alpha pride out the window. The contrast was beyond ironic. The red recording light on the camera blinked steadily. I stared at the screen showing the man and woman still making out. Whether Atlas knew it was a cheap trick or not didn't matter anymore. Chapter 4 I pressed the stop button on the camera. My fingers flew across the phone screen, sending a text to Maya: "Got the evidence. They kissed." After sending the message, I looked back out the window. Down on the beach, Atlas and Beatrix had thrown on their towels and were walking into the villa, arms wrapped around each other. Beatrix’s eyes were full of lust, her fingers tracing Atlas’s bobbing Adam's apple. "That was so close. I really thought I was going to lose you," she purred, leaning against his chest. Atlas gripped her waist tightly, his voice hoarse with a deep affection I had never heard before. "Don't say stupid things. If anything happened to you, my life wouldn't be worth living." My stomach churned in disgust. His friends erupted into another round of sleazy cheers. "Alright, Atlas, stop rubbing it in our faces!" "Yeah! Hurry up and take your sweetheart up to the penthouse for some relaxation!" Amidst the cheering, the two of them walked openly toward the elevator leading to the top-floor suite. I stared at the camera, my mind drifting. I remembered our bonding ceremony seven years ago. I had been so radiant, brimming with hope. The girl I was back then never could have imagined she'd end up stalking her mate just to film him screwing another woman. Hilarious. But it was time to face reality. Why should I forfeit what's rightfully mine to protect his precious reputation? I meticulously set this trap—the tracker, the stakeout, the camera. It was all leading up to this. If watching from afar wasn't enough, I'd just have to kick the damn door down. I grabbed the micro-camera, pinned it to my collar, and stormed out of the room. I was going to strip Atlas of everything. I crossed the street, walked straight into the luxury villa, and hit the button for the top floor. The elevator doors opened to the penthouse hallway. Before I could take a step, I bumped right into one of Atlas's friends and two massive bodyguards. "Well, look who it is, our Luna," the friend mocked loudly, blocking my way. "Atlas is a little busy right now. You can't go in there." "Get out of my way," I said coldly. "Don't push your luck, bitch!" he sneered, signaling the guards. "Grab her!" A bodyguard immediately stepped forward, reaching out to grab my shoulder. I didn't even try to dodge. I whipped my leg up, driving the sharp heel of my stiletto ruthlessly into his kneecap. With a blood-curdling scream, the two-meter-tall guard crashed to the floor. Without missing a beat, I let my Luna aura explode outwards. The air in the hallway instantly felt heavy and suffocating. The friend and the remaining guard turned pale, forced back by the sheer pressure, their legs shaking. "Whoever tries to stop me next," I declared, staring at them with murderous intent, "will die today." No one dared make a sound. Stepping over the groaning guard, I walked straight to the suite at the end of the hall. Even through the heavy doors, I could clearly hear the noises inside. Heavy, animalistic panting, mixed with a woman’s sweet, sticky moans. My heart clenched, a long, dull ache spreading through my chest. In seven years of marriage, Atlas was always extremely restrained in bed. He almost never lost control. The only two times he did, he had nearly broken me. Only later did I realize that on both of those nights, his jacket smelled of Beatrix’s favorite perfume. How pathetic. I raised my hand and slammed my fist against the door with all my might. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound echoed down the hall. The noises inside stopped instantly. Then came Beatrix's furious voice. "Who is it?! Do you have a death wish?!" I ignored her and kept pounding on the door. Bang. Bang. Bang. "Like a damn ghost!" I heard Atlas’s heavy, irritated footsteps stomping toward the door. The lock clicked. The door swung open violently. Atlas stood there, a bathrobe loosely thrown over his shoulders, his face twisted in fury. But the second he saw my face... His irritation froze. His face went deathly pale. "Cora..." His eyes widened in absolute horror. "What are you doing here?!" ?