My Mate Chose His Mistress Over Saving My Life

The evidence burned in my hands like a live coal. Every document, every recording, every piece of proof that the Warren family had built their empire on lies and murder. Now it was time to use it.

"Are you ready?" Colten asked, his eyes reflecting the dim light of our safehouse.

I nodded, tracing the edge of the forged documents we'd spent three days perfecting. "The western border patrol schedules look authentic. Even I couldn't tell they're fake."

Colten's lips curved into a dangerous smile. "That's the beauty of it. Jayson will never suspect a thing until it's too late."

We'd been planning this for weeks—a systematic attack that would dismantle the Bloodmoon Pack from the inside out. The first step: create a vulnerability they couldn't ignore.

"The rogue emissaries are in position," Colten said, checking his phone. "They'll deliver the documents tonight."

I took a deep breath, feeling my wolf stir within me. She was still weak, but growing stronger each day. "And the Silver Creek Pack?"

"Ready to move. Alpha Donovan owes me a favor." Colten's hand brushed mine, sending an unexpected warmth through my veins. "Your mother's connections run deeper than you know."

I pushed the thought of my mother aside. Now wasn't the time for grief. "Let's review the plan one more time."

The western mining territory was the Bloodmoon Pack's most valuable asset—rich in silver and other precious metals. Losing it would be a devastating blow to their economy and reputation.

"The forged documents suggest their western border defenses have been severely depleted," I said, pointing to the detailed maps we'd created. "Jayson will have to choose between reinforcing that border or proceeding with his Luna ceremony."

"Which we know he won't postpone," Colten added. "His ego won't allow it."

I smiled coldly. "So he'll ignore the warning, thinking it's just a distraction tactic."

"And he'll be wrong."

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Three days later, we watched from a distance as the Silver Creek Pack challenged the Bloodmoon territory. Jayson had indeed ignored the warnings, too preoccupied with his upcoming ceremony to investigate the rumors of border weakness.

"Look at him," I whispered through the scope, watching Jayson's confident stride as he approached the border meeting. "So sure of himself."

Colten's hand rested lightly on my shoulder. "Arrogance is his weakness."

The challenge proceeded exactly as we'd planned. Alpha Donovan presented the ancient territorial claim—one that had been dormant for generations but was still legally valid.

"You can't do this," Jayson snarled, his Alpha aura flaring visibly even from our distant position.

"I can and I am," Donovan replied calmly. "Unless you'd prefer to settle this with blood?"

Jayson's jaw clenched. Accepting a physical challenge would delay his ceremony. Refusing would show weakness. Either option was disastrous.

"This is a mistake," he growled, but he was already backing down.

By sunset, the mining territory had changed hands. The Silver Creek Pack had won without spilling a single drop of blood.

"The first domino has fallen," Colten murmured as we watched Jayson storm back to his packhouse.

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The second phase of our plan required more precision—and risk.

"Are you sure about this?" Colten asked as I prepared the envelope. "Once we send this, there's no going back."

I stared at the DNA test results we'd obtained through one of Colten's contacts. The paper clearly showed what I'd suspected: Jayson carried none of Eugene Warren's DNA markers.

"I'm sure," I said firmly. "Jayson's mother has been covering up this secret for years. It's time someone knew."

We'd addressed the envelope to her private quarters—a risk, but necessary. The note inside was brief: "I know the truth about your son. Others will too, unless you want to discuss terms."

"Think she'll take the bait?" Colten asked as we sealed it.

"She's survived by being paranoid," I replied. "She'll investigate first, then panic."

The envelope disappeared into the night, carried by one of Colten's trusted allies.

We didn't have to wait long for the results. Three days later, reports filtered back through our network of informants: Jayson's mother had begun a ruthless purge of the pack house staff.

"She's accusing everyone of treason," our informant reported, eyes wide with the horror he'd witnessed. "Three servants were exiled as rogues yesterday. Two more disappeared entirely."

I felt no satisfaction at the suffering of innocents—only a cold determination that the guilty would pay for their crimes.

"Jayson?" I asked.

"He's furious but can't stop her. She's telling everyone it's to protect the pack from traitors." The informant lowered his voice. "But we all know what's really happening."

The cracks in the Bloodmoon Pack were widening. Soon they would be impossible to repair.

As our informant left, Colten turned to me, his eyes intense. "What's our next move?"

I touched the silver locket at my throat, feeling its familiar weight. "We have something that will destroy them completely."

His hand found mine in the darkness, our fingers intertwining. "Then let's finish this."