Divorcing My Ruthless Biker Alpha Mate

For two years, I hid in the garage as a wolfless mechanic, secretly married to Colt, the Alpha President of the Iron Fangs MC.

But when I caught him holding Jetta-our manipulative club princess who faked a heart condition-I finally handed him our separation papers.

In a fit of wounded pride, he signed them.

The next day, right before Colt was set to publicly crown Jetta as his Luna, she orchestrated a flawless trap.

She lured me upstairs, then staged a brutal attack on herself using a filthy Rogue wolf.

When Colt and the enforcers burst in, the Rogue spat blood and pointed straight at me.

"Carolynn promised to pay me double to ruin her before the ceremony!"

Every rider in the hall glared at me with pure disgust.

I looked at the man I had loved in secret for ten years, hoping for a shred of trust.

Instead, Colt's eyes turned as cold as arctic ice.

"Is there anything left you wouldn't stoop to?" he snarled, condemning me without a second thought.

My blood turned to ice.

I had poured my sweat and soul into his pack, yet he instantly believed a stray dog and a lying fraud over his own wife.

The judge had already banged his gavel before I even opened my mouth.

A bone-deep exhaustion settled into my limbs, and my heart completely died.

"Believe whatever makes you sleep at night, Havoc," I said calmly.

With his signature already on the contract in my pocket, it was time to leave this pack behind forever.