I couldn't sleep. The dashcam footage played on endless loop in my mind—Adrian and that woman kissing outside a hotel. My mate of thirty years, betraying me with a rogue.

I needed more proof. More certainty before I confronted him again.

For three days, I followed him. Not directly—Lunas learn discretion early—but through careful observation of his schedule and movements. Today, I knew he had no surgeries planned. No emergencies that could conveniently pull him away.

The hospital corridors were quiet after hours. Most staff had gone home, leaving only the night shift nurses and a few residents handling emergencies. I slipped through the back entrance, using my Luna access card to navigate the familiar hallways.

Light spilled from Adrian's office door. Voices drifted out—his deep timbre and a softer female one.

"I can't keep sneaking around like this," she was saying. "When are you going to tell her?"

"Soon," Adrian replied, his voice holding the gentle tone he rarely used with me anymore. "Things are... complicated."

I moved closer, my heart hammering against my ribs. Through the crack in the door, I could see them—Adrian standing behind his desk, the woman perched on its edge. Her dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders, her smile confident as she leaned toward him.

"Kyla," he murmured, a name I'd never heard him speak before.

Kyla Myers. The rogue from the photos.

"You're impossible," she laughed, reaching for his hand. "What if someone sees us?"

"They won't." Adrian pulled her closer, his fingers tracing patterns on her wrist—intimate gestures that should have been reserved for me.

I must have made a sound because they both froze, turning toward the door.

"Someone's there," Kyla whispered.

I stepped back, pressing myself against the wall, my breath caught in my throat.

"Probably just a nurse," Adrian said dismissively.

When I dared look again, they were kissing—deep, passionate kisses that spoke of practice and familiarity.

But it wasn't their intimacy that made my knees buckle.

It was the glint of silver on Kyla's finger.

I knew those rings. The intricate wolf designs, the moonstone settings—I had sketched them myself thirty years ago when Adrian and I first mated. Custom pieces that symbolized our eternal bond.

Now they adorned another woman's hands.

---

"Happy birthday, Luna Judith!" The pack members gathered in our dining hall raised their glasses in toast.

I forced a smile, scanning the room for Adrian. He'd promised to be here—my fifty-third birthday celebration, a milestone in our pack.

"Has anyone heard from Adrian?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the unease spreading through me.

"He called earlier," Rebecca, my closest friend, said gently. "Emergency surgery came in. A pup from the eastern territory."

The pitying glances started then—pack members averting their eyes or offering tight smiles. They knew something was wrong. They could smell the distress in my scent.

"I'll mind-link with the hospital," I said, reaching for my phone to hide the tremor in my hands.

The connection came quickly—one of the night nurses who had served our pack for years.

"Luna Judith," she greeted me warmly. "How can I help you?"

"Is Adrian in surgery?" I asked directly. "The eastern territory pup?"

A pause. "No, Luna. There were no emergencies tonight. Head Healer Hudson left about an hour ago."

The mate bond flared then—a burning sensation across my chest as Adrian's lie registered in our connection. The pain was excruciating, worse than I'd imagined possible.

"Thank you," I managed before severing the link.

I looked up to find every eye in the room on me—my pack witnessing my humiliation.

"Luna?" Rebecca's hand touched my arm gently.

"He's lying," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

The room fell silent. Someone's glass shattered on the floor.

---

I locked myself in my study after they all left, unable to bear their sympathy or the mate bond's agonizing pulses of betrayal.

Something wasn't right beyond just the affair.

I pulled out Adrian's medical files—copies I'd kept as Luna, reviewing pack health statistics. Patterns emerged that hadn't caught my eye before.

Wealthy pack members receiving priority treatment despite less severe conditions. Lower-ranking wolves with serious ailments being delayed or dismissed.

Financial records showed corresponding payments—large sums transferred to Adrian's private account after certain treatments.

"Not just cheating," I whispered, spreading the papers across my desk. "He's been taking bribes."

My fingers trembled as I traced the dates, the names, the amounts. Each one represented a betrayal not just of me, but of our entire pack.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Luna?" Rebecca's voice was hesitant. "There's something you should know about Kyla Myers."

I opened the door, my heart pounding with fresh dread.

"She's not just any rogue," Rebecca said quietly. "She's been working as Adrian's assistant for months now. And there's more—she's been seen at the homes of pack members who died under Adrian's care."

The pieces were falling into place—a picture far darker than simple infidelity.

"What else?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.

"Thomas Chen from the Lycan King's court is asking questions," Rebecca replied. "He thinks there might be criminal charges coming."

Criminal charges. Against my mate of thirty years.

I closed my eyes, feeling the mate bond pulse with another wave of pain.

This wasn't just about saving my marriage anymore.

This was about justice.

The hospital records spread across my desk like fallen leaves, each page telling a story of betrayal more damning than the last. I'd been up all night, my eyes burning as I traced the pattern of Adrian's medical decisions over the past year.

"Look at this," I whispered to myself, circling a name with my red pen. Elena Rodriguez's daughter, Sofia—just eight years old when she died from complications of a treatable condition.

According to the notes, Adrian had deliberately postponed her treatment three times. The same days he'd performed elective procedures on wealthy pack members.

My hands trembled as I pulled up the financial records on my laptop. Large transfers—each one coinciding with preferential treatment for high-ranking wolves with minor ailments.

"He wasn't just cheating on me," I murmured, my voice breaking. "He was selling his medical oath."

The most damning file was Sofia Rodriguez's. Her mother had begged Adrian to see her daughter, whose condition was deteriorating rapidly. Instead, he'd been performing cosmetic procedures on Elder Morrison's son—a procedure scheduled during Sofia's emergency appointment.

I found a photograph tucked inside the file—Sofia's school picture, bright eyes and a hopeful smile that would never grow into adulthood. My heart constricted painfully.

The mate bond pulsed with another wave of agony, this one more intense than before. I clutched my chest, breathing through the pain.

"Adrian," I whispered, feeling him through our connection—not his presence, but his absence. His lies. His betrayal.

The financial records showed a transfer of $50,000 to Adrian's private account the day after Sofia died. Payment for his silence? For his deliberate neglect?

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think through the rage and grief building inside me.

My phone rang, startling me from my thoughts.

"Judith?" Marcus's voice was steady, concerned. "I've been trying to reach you for hours."

"I need you," I said simply, my voice cracking. "I need you to come now."

---

Marcus arrived within the hour, his Alpha presence filling my study with a comforting strength I desperately needed.

"What's happened?" he asked, his eyes taking in the scattered papers, my disheveled appearance.

"Everything," I whispered, pushing the files toward him. "It's all here."

He read in silence, his expression darkening with each page he turned. When he reached Sofia's file, his hands tightened into fists.

"This is criminal," he said finally, his voice low and dangerous. "He's responsible for her death."

"And others," I added, pointing to similar cases. "All lower-ranking wolves. All treated as less important than the wealthy ones who paid him."

Marcus's eyes flashed gold—his wolf rising close to the surface. "And the affair?"

"Kyla Myers," I said, the name bitter on my tongue. "A rogue working as his assistant. He gave her my rings, Marcus. The ones I designed for our mating."

The pain hit again—a searing agony across my chest as the mate bond reacted to my thoughts. I gasped, doubling over.

"Judith!" Marcus caught me as my knees buckled. "The bond—it's hurting you."

"It hurts every time I think about what he's done," I admitted, letting Marcus guide me to a chair. "But I can't stop thinking about it."

Marcus knelt before me, taking my hands in his. "This isn't just about your marriage anymore. These are crimes against our pack—against innocent wolves who trusted him."

"I know," I whispered.

"We need to expose him," Marcus said firmly. "Not just for you, but for them." He gestured to Sofia's photograph.

I nodded slowly, feeling something shift inside me—grief hardening into resolve.

"The Manhattan inter-pack charity auction," I said suddenly. "It's next week. Adrian and Kyla are scheduled to attend as representatives of our pack's medical services."

Understanding dawned in Marcus's eyes. "Every major Alpha in the region will be there."

"Every witness we need," I finished for him.

We spent hours planning—Marcus bringing his strategic mind to bear on my raw pain. By midnight, we had crafted an elaborate revenge that would expose Adrian and Kyla before the most powerful wolves in our world.

"The evidence needs to be irrefutable," Marcus said, making notes on his tablet. "We'll need Thomas Chen's help—he's been investigating Adrian for the Lycan King."

"And we'll need Elena Rodriguez," I added softly. "She deserves to see justice for Sofia."

As we finalized our plan, I felt the mate bond pulse again—but this time, something was different. The pain was still there, but beneath it, I sensed Adrian's unease.

He was starting to worry.

Good.

Let him worry.

By the time we were done, the first light of dawn was breaking through my study windows.

"Are you ready for this?" Marcus asked quietly.

I touched the spot on my neck where Adrian's mate mark had once been—now just a scar of what we'd once shared.

"I've never been more ready," I replied.

The Manhattan auction would be more than a charity event.

It would be Adrian Hudson's public execution.