My Mate Betrayed Me with My Best Friend

I stared out the window of my office, watching as Sebastian and Azaria emerged from the pack meeting hall. Even from this distance, I could see how their bodies leaned toward each other, how their hands brushed when they thought no one was looking. The way they couldn't bear to be apart even now, when they thought I was still blindly trusting them.

"They're desperate," I whispered to myself. "Too desperate just for an affair."

Luna stirred within me, her presence a comforting warmth. *They're hiding something bigger*, she agreed.

I nodded, my decision crystallizing. If they were this desperate to stay together despite the risks, there had to be more at stake than just their relationship. I needed to look deeper.

"Ryan Mitchell," I murmured, recalling our pack's financial advisor. Ryan had always been loyal—not to Sebastian or any individual, but to the pack itself. If anyone would help me without raising suspicion, it would be him.

I reached for my phone and dialed his extension.

"Luna Camila," Ryan's voice came through, respectful but warm. "What can I do for you?"

"I need to conduct a routine Luna audit," I said, keeping my voice steady. "To prepare for the upcoming Pack Ceremony. I'll need access to all financial records for the past year."

There was a brief pause—Ryan had been around long enough to sense that this wasn't entirely standard procedure.

"Of course," he finally replied. "When would you like to begin?"

"Tonight. Your office. Eight o'clock."

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Ryan's office was bathed in the soft glow of his desk lamp when I arrived. The financial advisor looked up from his computer, concern etched across his features.

"Luna Camila," he greeted me, rising to pull out a chair. "This is unusual timing."

"I know," I admitted, taking the seat. "But I need your help, Ryan. And I need absolute discretion."

He nodded slowly. "You have it."

For the next three hours, we pored over financial ledgers and digital records. Ryan's expertise was invaluable as he explained the intricacies of pack financing that I'd never had to worry about before.

"Nothing seems out of place," he said finally, rubbing his tired eyes. "The pack is actually in better shape than—"

"Wait," I interrupted, pointing to a series of entries. "These 'territory expansion fees.' What are those?"

Ryan frowned, leaning closer to examine the screen. "That's... strange. I don't recall seeing these before."

I felt my pulse quicken as he pulled up more detailed records.

"These withdrawals started exactly six months ago," Ryan said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Always the same amount, always on the first of the month."

"Six months," I repeated, the timeline aligning perfectly with when Sebastian and Azaria's affair had begun according to their messages.

We worked in silence for another hour, cross-referencing records and adding figures.

"It's exactly five hundred thousand dollars," Ryan finally announced, his face pale in the lamplight. "All transferred to the same account under the guise of 'territory expansion fees.'"

"But we haven't expanded our territory in years," I said, my voice tight with controlled anger.

Ryan shook his head. "No, Luna. And these expenditures weren't authorized by the pack council or documented in any official meeting minutes."

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The next morning, I locked myself in my private study with my laptop and phone. If Sebastian and Azaria were stealing pack money, I needed to know where it was going.

I accessed the Luna network—a secure communication system connecting Lunas across different packs. As Luna of Moonridge Pack, I had clearance to certain rogue databases that tracked illegal activities.

"Let's see who's really behind this," I muttered, entering the banking details Ryan had provided.

The search results appeared slowly, one by one. Most were dead ends or false leads. But then, a name caught my attention: Legno Pack.

I dug deeper, accessing restricted records that detailed known rogue organizations. What I found made my blood run cold.

"Legno Pack," I whispered, staring at the screen. "Led by Davis Graham."

The name hit me like a physical blow. Davis Graham—Azaria's cousin. The one she'd told me about during late-night conversations, the one who'd supposedly died in a territory dispute years ago.

I scrolled through the information, my hands trembling slightly. The Legno Pack wasn't a legitimate werewolf pack at all. It was a dangerous rogue organization operating in the shadows, known for their violent tactics and illegal activities.

And now, thanks to Sebastian and Azaria, they were being funded with Moonridge Pack money.

I closed my eyes, the pieces falling into place. This wasn't just about their affair anymore. This was about betrayal on a scale I could barely comprehend.

"We need to move fast," I told Luna, feeling her agreement rumble through me. "Before they realize we know."

But as I stared at the evidence on my screen, a chilling thought occurred to me: What else were they planning that I didn't yet know about?