After My Alpha Fathered A Child With His Mistress

The storm arrived just in time.

I stood at my bedroom window, watching lightning split the sky as thunder rolled across Silver Creek territory. Perfect cover for what I needed to do.

"Mom always said storms bring change," I whispered, touching the moonstone pendant at my throat. "I'm ready for change."

My suitcases lay open on the bed, but I wouldn't need them. Three years of marriage to Enzo had taught me what mattered—not clothes or possessions, but proof.

I slipped my personal documents into a waterproof folder: birth certificate, passport, the deed to the land I'd sold. Next came my mother's jewelry box, containing pieces that had been in our family for generations. Then, most importantly, the small leather-bound ledger I'd kept hidden behind the bathroom ventilation grate.

Every transaction. Every signature. Every dollar of my inheritance that Enzo had convinced me to invest in "our future."

"He never thought I'd keep records," I murmured, tucking the ledger into my inner jacket pocket. "He underestimated me."

Luna, my wolf, stirred within me. *We are not weak. We are not victims.*

The GPS tracker in my luxury car—bought with my money, like everything else—would be Enzo's first way to find me. I wouldn't make that mistake. Instead, I slipped out through the service entrance where the old maintenance truck was parked.

The engine coughed to life as I turned the key. Not elegant, but effective.

"Time to go, girl," I whispered to Luna as I pulled away from the mansion that had never really felt like home.

The border patrols would be expecting me to take the main roads. Fortunately, I'd spent years exploring every inch of Silver Creek territory. The service roads—narrow, muddy tracks used by maintenance crews—would be my escape route.

I drove without headlights, guided by occasional flashes of lightning. Twice I heard the growls of Gamma wolves patrolling the borders, but they didn't spot me. Luna's senses helped me navigate, her instincts sharper than my human ones.

"Just a little further," I encouraged myself as the truck bounced over ruts in the road.

Then, suddenly, the terrain changed. The scent markers shifted. I was in neutral territory—no longer part of Silver Creek Pack lands.

I didn't slow down.

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The Lycan Council headquarters loomed before me, a towering glass structure that seemed to pierce the storm clouds. I'd driven through the night, stopping only for gas and coffee, arriving disheveled but determined.

"I need to see the Enforcer," I told the receptionist, my voice hoarse from exhaustion. "It's urgent."

She looked me up and down—my wrinkled clothes, my tangled hair—and hesitated.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No, but—"

"Then I'm afraid—"

"I'm Davina Bennett," I cut in, straightening my spine. "Former Luna of Silver Creek Pack. My mate has committed fraud against me. I have evidence."

Something in my tone must have convinced her. After a whispered call, she nodded. "Follow me."

The office she led me to was imposing—all dark wood and leather, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. But it was empty.

"Wait here," she said, closing the door behind her.

I paced, clutching my folder of evidence. What if the Enforcer refused to help? What if Enzo had already bribed him?

The door opened without warning. The air in the room seemed to thicken instantly.

"Ms. Bennett."

I turned, and my breath caught.

Keegan Howard stood in the doorway. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to shift between gray and silver. Power radiated from him in waves that made Luna whine within me.

"You smell like trouble," he said, his voice deep and controlled. He stepped closer, inhaling subtly. "And betrayal."

"I—" My voice faltered as he moved around me, his presence overwhelming.

"Your mate bond is corrupted," he observed coldly. "Fading at the edges. What did he do?"

I swallowed hard. "Everything."

Keegan's eyes narrowed. He took the folder from my hands, his fingers brushing mine. A strange warmth spread up my arm at the contact.

"I'm not just a lawyer, Ms. Bennett," he said, studying the documents with impressive speed. "I'm Keegan Howard. Lycan Prince and Enforcer for the Werewolf Council."

My heart stuttered. The Lycan Prince? The most feared enforcer in werewolf society?

"And I," he continued, looking up at me with those stormy eyes, "will take your case personally."

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"You can't stay here," Keegan said as we entered the penthouse apartment later that evening. "Enzo will try to drag you back—he needs access to your remaining trust funds."

The apartment was stunning—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, modern furniture, and state-of-the-art security. Nothing like the rustic lodge atmosphere of Silver Creek.

"It's owned by the Lycan royal family," Keegan explained, setting my bag down. "No one will find you here."

I nodded numbly, overwhelmed by everything that had happened.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.

When I didn't answer, he disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a plate of sandwiches and two glasses of wine.

"Eat," he said simply. "You need strength."

Something about his commanding presence made me obey. As I ate, he watched me with an unreadable expression.

"We need a contract," he said finally, producing a document from his briefcase. "I recover your assets. You testify against Enzo for fraud."

I looked at the paper, then at him. "Why are you helping me?"

His eyes flashed silver. "Because no one deserves what was done to you."

As I signed my name, Luna stirred within me again—but this time, she wasn't whining in distress.

She was interested.

Very interested.