The Alpha Who Betrayed His Pregnant Mate

I gritted my teeth, my hands clenching into fists as I forced the words out. "Fine, I'll do it! Just transfer the money now!"

"Hold your horses, Omega," Alpha Waylon said, his voice calm and unhurried, not a hint of concern in it. "First, make sure the IOU is clear. Write down why you're borrowing, the interest rate, and the payback date. We don't want any hiccups later."

My chest tightened, the weight of his indifference pressing down on me. "Okay, just let me know when you're done, and I'll send the money right away."

"Alpha Waylon, I'm begging you, please send the money first. My mom can't wait any longer!"

"No way, Victoria," he snapped, his tone sharp and unyielding. "What if you pretend this never happened? Do the IOU first, and I'll transfer the money immediately." The authority in his voice, the Alpha tone he so often used to command the pack, cut through me like a blade.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Tears streamed down my face as I opened the note-taking app on my phone, my hands trembling. Painstakingly, I typed the IOU, each word feeling like a betrayal. "Forty thousand dollars to be repaid within three months. If overdue..."

At that point, I choked up, unable to continue.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop? And the interest? You're not planning on ditching this, are you?" Waylon's voice was cold, his Alpha tone slicing through the fragile remains of my composure.

"Do you have any shame, Alpha? That's your mother-in-law!" I finally lost it and shouted into the phone, my voice breaking.

Just then, the door to the hospital room swung open.

"Victoria, what's going on? What happened?" It was Genevieve, my best friend and a loyal Beta of our pack. As soon as she heard about my mom's hospitalization, she had rushed over immediately.

"Genevieve, you're here, I..." I couldn't hold back any longer and collapsed into her arms, sobbing.

"There, there, don't cry. Tell me, what happened?" Her voice was soft but firm, the tone of a Beta who was used to handling crises.

I quickly explained the situation to Genevieve, who listened with growing anger, her fists clenching tightly.

"Alpha Waylon is a jerk!" she fumed, her Beta instincts kicking in. "Don't worry, I'll cover the money for now, and we'll sort things out with him later!" Without hesitation, Genevieve pulled out her phone and tapped away expertly, her Beta efficiency on full display.

"It's done. I've transferred the money to the hospital account. Go take care of the paperwork now!" she said, her voice steady and reassuring.

I looked at Genevieve with immense gratitude, struggling to find the words to express how much her support meant to me.

Just then, a message arrived from Waylon on WhatsApp: "Where's the IOU? Did you finish it?"

I glared at the message, an unprecedented wave of fury rising within me. My wolf growled softly in the back of my mind, a low, angry rumble that mirrored my own emotions. I picked up my phone and typed back a single word, my fingers trembling with barely contained rage: "Buzz off!"