Chapter 3 The Gammas Betrayal Part Three

London Hale

The walk home was a bit lengthy, having to go through a wide-stretching path. What made it even more tiring was the awkward silence as the three of us walked, with only the sound of our boots falling on dried leaves and snapping twigs under our heavy steps.

Vince was extremely quiet, and although he was always the quiet one, his resolve to remain annoyed at me was glaring. Bryce, on the other hand, looked quiet, with observant eyes and hair tucked behind his ears.

We continued walking in the utmost silence until we were finally in front of the estate gates. Bryce was the first to go in, followed closely behind by me and then Vince. The security guard shut the gates, both men bowing in respect at my presence before I walked away.

"We need to discuss a strategy for this year's training. New equipment and stuff will be needed." Bryce spoke, and I was immediately reminded of that.

"How about we discuss it at my place over a hot cup of cocoa? The weather is rather chilling out there." I had hoped inviting them over would ease their perception of Leah. Seeing her perform the duties of a wife so lovingly might help improve her image.

Bryce turned to Vince, who raised his eyes at him in a silent conversation before their eyes fell on me.

"Fine, if you insist." He said.

I could tell doing this was like walking on a path of thorns for them, but I was excited. This was the first time that they'd be visiting my home since I got married, and I wanted to let Leah know that we'd be having guests. I dug out my phone to call her right away, but after dialing her three times, she hadn't picked up.

"Shouldn't you call your wife to tell her you'd be home with guests?" Vince suggested it with heavy scorn at the mention of my wife.

"That's what I'm trying to do, but she isn't answering. She's probably preparing dinner." I replied. Bryce nodded with a hum, while Vince said nothing. Both men walked behind me.

"You know, it's quite ironic to see both of you tolerating yourself on account of Leah. You see, she's bringing you both together without even knowing." I teased.

"You're a hopeless puppy. What's making both our opinions align is our interest in your happiness. Don't get it twisted." Bryce crawled, and Vince nodded sharply.

"Whatever you say, gentlemen, So Vince, how are things with Samantha going?" I stole a side-eyed glance at Vince, who turned as red as a tomato.

Our conversation revolved around teasing his ass and laughing while we walked the short distance to my house. As a Gamma, I had a furnished apartment to myself. It was the Alpha's gift to me on my wedding day.

He was the only one who was fully supportive of my marriage to Leah, and I honestly appreciated him, which is why I kept on working harder. Vince and Bryce had houses on the estate as well, but each had a roommate.

We arrived at my cream-painted house, which had flower bushes surrounding it. A small swing stayed planted on the porch, along with a comfortable chair and hand-crafted wooden table, for nights outside or receiving guests.

I closed the white picket fence behind me as I caught up with my friends, who were waiting by the porch. I rang the doorbell, and after a few minutes of no reply, I decided to use my key.

I brushed off the odd feeling I got the moment the door opened. A weird aura floated around the house, and I found it awkward that Leah hadn't opened the door. She always does on the first ring.

I walked into the house, feeling the walls for a light switch. The room came alive, and everything looked neat and non-suspicious until I spotted two cups of coffee on the table.

Did she have a guest over?

There was also a strangely familiar scent engulfing the house, and it wasn't Leah's. I sniffed the air, along with Bryce and Vince. Those two weren't top warriors for nothing; their intuition and senses were as sharp as mine.

"Where's Leah?" Bryce asked, his brows furrowing slightly. I knew he was suspecting something as my eyes moved around carefully.

In that moment, we heard a soft sound. My ears perked up, twitching as I recognized it as a moan. A moan? My breaths hitched, and I began viciously sniffing the scent; it was very dominant, a hint that whoever owned it was still very much around.

I traced the scent up the stairs, Vince following closely behind me. My heart raced the closer we got to the scent and the louder the sound became.

I was ceaselessly praying that everything I was implying would be a lie. I rather hoped to find Leah masturbating than to believe what my senses were proving to me.

I could care less about Vince, who was behind me; honestly, I forgot about him until I stood before the room my wife and I shared, where the oddly familiar scent was coming from and the loud moans dominated. My breaths were shaky as I reached for the knob and gently turned it.

Nothing in a million years would have prepared me for the sight that I witnessed. Right on top of the Alpha was my beloved wife, twisting and rocking her waist to grind herself closer to orgasm. Her head was tipped back as they both moaned and groaned.

I staggered back a step, not believing my eyes. The sight before me was like I had walked into a live porn show in which my mate was featured as the star.

"What the fuck is going on?"