Trading My Cheating Husband For The Lycan King

EMBER'S POV

"Poor Ember. Eight years, and her husband still barely looks at her. What kind of omega can't even hold her own mate's attention?"

The cruel whispers of the pack filled my head as I clutched the expensive shopping bags, my hands trembling. Inside was a red piece of lingerie - half my savings spent on a desperate, pathetic attempt to reignite a spark between my husband and me.

This was supposed to be a time for miracles. When love triumphed, and broken things became whole again. My mate, Gale, had even insisted that I spend the day at the spa.

"Relax, baby. Get your nails done. I need you perfect for tomorrow's gala."

That single word - baby - had made my heart leap with foolish hope. Maybe things would finally change. Maybe tonight he'd want me again.

I pulled into our driveway, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tonight had to work. It had to.

But the moment I opened the front door, I knew something was horribly wrong.

The smell hit me immediately. Raw and musky and unmistakably sexual.

My wolf, Sapphire, bristled, warning me to turn around and leave. But I kept walking like an idiot, following the low groans, the breathless laughter, the unmistakable rhythm of bodies moving together. They were coming from the living room.

Moaning. Laughter. Flesh slapping against flesh.

I rounded the corner and stopped breathing.

Gale was on his knees with his face buried between Logan Reeves' legs. Logan, his so-called business partner, came over twice a week for "late-night strategy sessions."

There was a younger man I'd never seen before, bent over the couch arm while another stranger fucked him from behind. A full orgy. All men. All of them naked and sweating and laughing.

My brain couldn't process what I was seeing. Gale always talked about how 'disgusting' homosexuality was, how unnatural it was, how pack traditions forbade such behaviour. He'd shamed people for it publicly. And now he was here doing this.

But the shock of seeing him with men wasn't even the worst part.

"Goddess, Gale," Logan groaned, his fingers tangled in my husband's hair. "You're incredible. No wonder you keep that frigid omega around for appearances."

The younger man laughed breathlessly. "Does she even know her Alpha husband has never been interested in pussy?"

"Of course not," Gale said, pulling back to wipe his mouth. His voice was casual, amused, like they were discussing the weather. "She's too stupid to figure it out. Too desperate and pathetic to see what's right in front of her face."

Then he did something that made my world shatter completely. He mimicked my voice, high-pitched and whiny.

"Gale, please touch me. Gale, don't you want me? Gale, what am I doing wrong?"

They all burst into cruel laughter that echoed off the walls.

My hands went numb. The shopping bags slipped from my fingers and hit the marble floor with a crash. Red lingerie spilled