All Chapters of Little Wife Ran Away: Divorce my Alpha husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cora’s POV My husband is not a good man, but I’d hardly be considered a good woman, so maybe we deserve each other after all. Tonight, there’s a plan. I’ve plotted a cheating scandal to get my Alpha husband to reject me and divorce me. Finally. I smooth out the front of my dress and look up at the man in front of me. He isn’t my husband. My husband Alexander is away. He’s always away, and I’m sick of being his invisible-but-waiting luna. Half an hour ago, I placed an anonymous tip to various tabloids and gossip columns telling them the Alpha’s Luna was having an affair and they’d be able to see the evidence for themselves if they camped outside his villa. They’re out there now–every few moments, through the crystal-clear windows, I can see the odd camera flash. The man in front of me is the last piece of the puzzle. He’s no one important–some Omega prostitute I’ve paid handsomely to be my partner in crime. I look the part of a cheating wife–I’ve applied

Cora’s POV I’m happy that my father cares about me, but honestly, this whole bedrest situation is starting to get unbearably boring. “Just tell me again what happened,” my father urges, setting a bowl of soup down on the bedside table next to me. Chicken soup–my favourite. I sigh. “I was attacked by rogues near the Black Moon pack–I don’t know what I was doing out there. I lost my memory–and, apparently, my connection to Pearl. Alexander–the pack’s alpha–rescued me. We mate-bonded. We got married. I loved him, but he–” my voice catches. I take a deep breath. “He didn’t love me at all, so I left. Somehow, in the process of all of that, I got my memories back–started to, at least. And so here I am.” My father’s face, usually so kind, is etched with brutal anger instead. “You reached out to me with your mind link when you reconnected with your wolf,” he says slowly. “Do you remember that part?” I blink. “No, I–I don’t remember doing that.” “Well, you did.”

Alexander’s POV A club is the last place I want to be after finding out my Luna has been cheating on me, but, according to my friends, that’s exactly why I should go. The crowded limo pulls up to The Witching Hour. There are six of us in total: myself, Luke Silver Tooth of the Silver Tooth pack, Richard Shredder of the Shredder pack, Archer Swift Paw of the Swift Paw pack, Benvolio Morbius of the Morbius pack, and Eliott Crimson of the Crimson pack. A “celebration of my being single,” they called this little adventure, but I can already tell it’s just a coverup to get me into a business meeting. Still, I could use a good strong drink. Or ten. We walk into the club and settle into my private box. The other alphas huddle around me, eyes shifting around the club to make sure no one will be listening in. The box is fairly secluded, though, closer to the back and away from prying ears. I made sure of that when I first secured it. “So,” Benvolio says

Alexander’s POV When I get back to my villa, the first thing I do is check my bank balance. Not a cent is out of place. And Cora is nothing but an omega, so where did she get the money? Has she found another man? I can’t help but think about how she looked on that stage, careless and sexy, twirling like the world is hers–the mate bond between us may be unbroken, but has she found another man? “Coffee,” I bark to a passing maid, who nods timidly and scurries off. Oh, I saw that fancy limousine she left in. And I saw the license plate as she drove away. That wasn’t just a Black Moon Pack vehicle. It was the car of the alpha himself. So is that who she’s bleeding for cash now? Must be. I’d almost find her ability to take advantage of rich men so easily impressive, if it wasn’t actively driving me insane. The maid returns with my coffee. Thank goodness. I take a sip and immediately spit it out, hot liquid burning the roof of my mouth.

Cora’s POV It’s already been an unbearably awful day for me, but somehow it manages to get worse as I leave the hospital. My phone rings, screen lighting up with an unfamiliar number. I frown as I answer, stepping into my limousine. “Hello?” “Hello? Ms. White Claw?” A man’s voice crackles through the line. “My name is Cody, I am–was?–am–your father’s personal assistance.” “Okay.” My eyes narrow. “What’s up?” “The Black Moon pack has called a press conference just today to state that they’re terminating all partnerships and communications with Pack White Claw–” I grit my teeth and scowl. Just as I’m about to ask a number of followup questions, Brad’s name and number pop up on the screen. “I’m sorry, Cody, I’ll have to get back to you,” I apologize, hanging up on the assistance and taking my uncle’s call instead. “The board of directors wants you to step down immediately,” Brad says as soon as I connect. “Hello to you too,” I groan. It’s