After My Alpha Slept with His Omega Mistress

The morning light filtered through the stained glass windows of the Alpha's quarters, casting crimson patterns across the sheets where Dean and I lay. My body ached from the marking ceremony, the fresh bite on my neck still throbbing with a mixture of pain and the intoxicating bond that now tied me to him. I hated every second of it.

Sable, my wolf, paced restlessly within me, her amber eyes flashing with barely contained rage. *We should have torn his throat out last night,* she growled.

'Survive first, Sable,' I whispered back, pressing my thumb against my wrist to steady myself.

Dean stirred beside me, his massive frame shifting as he stretched. When he opened his eyes, I immediately softened my expression, replacing the cold calculation in my gaze with something warmer, more adoring. The transformation was so smooth that even I was impressed with my own performance.

'Good morning, Alpha,' I murmured, letting my fingers trail across his chest in a gesture I knew would please his ego. 'I hope you slept well. You were so... powerful last night.'

His lips curled into a satisfied smile, and he caught my wrist, pulling me closer. 'As did you, Luna. The pack will see how well we fit together. How perfect this alliance is.'

Alliance. Not love, not fate. Alliance.

'Of course,' I whispered, leaning into his touch while Sable snarled. 'I have one small request, though.'

Dean's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained indulgent. 'Speak, Luna. You may ask for anything.'

'My father's treatments. I know they've been... delayed. But now that we're mated...' I let my voice trail off, allowing a hint of vulnerability to enter my tone.

'Ah, yes. Allan Morales.' Dean's fingers traced the mark on my neck possessively. 'Consider it done. Full authorization for the healer. Whatever he needs.'

Relief flooded through me, real this time. Father would live. That was all that mattered now.

'Thank you, Alpha,' I breathed, rising to press a kiss to his forehead. 'You're so generous.'

He preened under the praise, just as I knew he would.

A week later, I stood beside Dean at the pack council meeting, the perfect image of a supportive Luna. The council members nodded approvingly as Dean outlined his ambitious plans for expanding the pack's territory—a new wing that would house more warriors, more families, more power.

'It's an impressive vision,' I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Then, as if struck by sudden inspiration, I turned to my father, who sat among the council elders. 'Father, the Morales family has always valued strong alliances. Perhaps we could contribute to this worthy cause?'

Father's eyebrows rose slightly, but he caught my meaning immediately. 'Of course, Luna. The Morales family would be honored to invest in Alpha Dean's vision. Our resources are at your disposal.'

Dean's eyes gleamed with barely concealed greed as he looked between us. 'That's... extremely generous of the Morales family. The pack would be forever in your debt.'

'Not at all,' I replied demurely. 'It's the least we can do for our Alpha.'

Later that night, under the cover of darkness, I slipped away to Dorian's forensic lab. The Beta was waiting for me, his usual calm demeanor in place, though his eyes betrayed his concern.

'You know,' I said without preamble, locking the door behind me.

Dorian's jaw tightened. 'I saw you watching them that night. Before the ceremony.'

'Yes.' My voice was flat. 'And I need your help.'

He set down the evidence file he'd been reviewing and stepped closer. 'Anything.'

The simple word carried the weight of a promise, and for the first time since that night, I felt something other than rage and despair. 'I need access to his private archives. The mind-link records.'

Dorian's expression darkened, but he didn't hesitate. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small, sleek device. 'This will bypass his security protocols. But, Brynn...'

'I know what I'm doing,' I assured him, taking the device. 'This is just the beginning.'

As I turned to leave, Dorian caught my arm, his touch gentle but firm. 'Be careful,' he murmured. 'He's more dangerous than you know.'

I met his gaze, seeing the concern there—and something else, something that made Sable stir with interest. 'I'm counting on it,' I replied, and slipped back into the shadows.