My Mate Used My Wealth to Court His Omega Mistress

Dawn painted the northern border of Moonveil territory in hues of gold and amber as I walked beside my father. The familiar scent of pine and wild heather filled the air, but today, even nature's comforts felt hollow against the ache in my chest. My father's steady presence beside me was the only thing keeping me grounded.

I'd called him last night after confronting Koa, my voice barely above a whisper as I explained everything. Without hesitation, he'd suggested this early morning walk—our ritual for significant moments since I was a child.

'He has no defense,' Elder Fox said, his voice carrying the weight of decades interpreting pack law. He reached into his jacket and withdrew a worn leather-bound book. 'This is my personal ledger of pack precedents. I've kept it since becoming an Elder.'

He opened it to a marked page, the parchment yellowed with age. 'A Beta who defrauds his mate can be stripped of all rank, Rachel. It's in the oldest laws.'

I traced the faded ink with my fingertip. 'Will the council support this?'

My father's eyes, so like my own, met mine with unwavering certainty. 'The pack will follow your lead. You are Pack Healer before you are his mate.'

Something shifted inside me—not healing, not yet, but the first step toward it. I closed the ledger and handed it back to him. 'Thank you.'

His hand squeezed mine briefly. 'You don't need my permission, Rachel. But you have my support.'

That afternoon, my mother arrived at my quarters unannounced. Luna Fox's presence filled my small space, her scent—lavender and sage—wrapping around me like a familiar embrace.

'I brought what you need,' she said, setting down a small wooden box on my table. Inside were herbs, crystals, and a small silver bowl—the tools of a cleansing ritual.

'I can't believe I didn't see it sooner,' she whispered, her eyes glistening as she helped me gather the items Koa had left behind. 'The signs were there in his aura.'

I watched as she crushed herbs in the bowl, mixing them with water from the sacred spring. 'It wasn't your fault, Mother.'

'Perhaps not,' she agreed, 'but I should have been more honest about my concerns.' She handed me the bowl. 'Now, let's cleanse your space of him.'

We moved through my quarters, room by room, washing surfaces with the herbal mixture, burning sage to purify the air. With each step, I felt Koa's presence fading—not just physically, but emotionally. My mother's hands were steady, her guidance unwavering.

'You built a life for him,' she said softly as we finished. 'Now you must build one for yourself.'

Three nights later, I stood at the entrance of the Moonveil Grand Hall, dressed in formal pack attire—a silver-gray dress that matched my healer's insignia. Inside, Koa's 'Beta's Charity Gala' was in full swing, a desperate attempt to salvage his reputation using the last of his liquid assets.

I could hear his voice from the podium, speaking of loyalty and pack unity with practiced sincerity. The irony was suffocating.

I waited until he finished his speech, basking in the applause. Then I stepped into the hall, my head held high, a sealed envelope in my hand.

The room fell silent as I approached him. Alpha Marcus Hale watched from the side, his expression unreadable. Koa's smile faltered as I stopped before him.

'What are you doing here, Rachel?' he asked, his voice tight with tension.

Without a word, I handed him the envelope. 'You've been formally summoned by the Pack Council to answer charges of financial fraud and abuse of mate bond,' I announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. 'The hearing will commence tomorrow at noon.'

I turned to face the stunned crowd, my voice carrying the authority of my position. 'The evidence will be presented then.'

As I walked away, I caught Alpha Hale's eye. He gave me the slightest nod—acknowledgment, perhaps even respect. The message was clear: the pack would witness Koa's fall, and there would be no hiding from the consequences.