After My Alpha Slept with His Omega Mistress

The moment Dean's convoy disappeared down the winding mountain road, I felt the weight lift from my shoulders. Three days. Three precious days while he attended the pack leaders' summit, leaving me alone in the territory he thought he controlled. I waited until his scent faded completely before moving, my heart hammering against my ribs with anticipation and dread. Sable stirred within me, her amber eyes alert. *Now,* she whispered. *While the monster is away.*

The corridors of the Alpha's wing were eerily silent as I made my way to his private office. My Luna access card—the small privilege of my position—granted me entry to most areas of the pack house, but Dean's office had always been forbidden. Until now. I swiped the card, held my breath, and listened to the soft click of the lock disengaging. The door swung open silently, revealing the sanctum of the man who had marked me against my will.

His office smelled of him—pine and leather, with an undercurrent of something darker that made my skin crawl. I moved quickly, locating his personal server tucked beneath the massive oak desk. Dorian's device felt small and cold in my palm as I connected it to the server's port, my fingers trembling slightly.

'Forgive me, Father,' I whispered, though I knew he would never forgive what I was about to do. 'But I need to know the truth.'

The device hummed to life, its screen glowing with blue text as it bypassed the Alpha's biometric security. I held my breath, waiting for alarms, for someone to burst through the door. Nothing happened. Dorian's forensic expertise had created a ghost in the machine—invisible, undetectable.

The files appeared one by one, neatly organized in folders labeled with names. My blood ran cold as I recognized them: female pack members, arranged by rank. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating for just a moment before I clicked on the first folder.

Senior Warrior Petra Hale's face filled the screen, her eyes closed in what should have been the sacred privacy of a healing session with Maren Voss. The video captured not just her physical form but the raw, emotional landscape of her mind—fears, hopes, and vulnerabilities laid bare without her knowledge. My stomach churned as I watched Dean's consciousness slip into her memories, extracting secrets that were never meant to be shared.

I clicked to the next folder, and my own face appeared. The footage was from just days ago, during a routine healing check after the marking ceremony. I watched myself lying on Maren's table, feeling the phantom sensation of Dean's mental touch as he rifled through my thoughts, searching for weaknesses, for leverage. Sable growled, a sound of pure rage that echoed my own feelings.

'He violated us all,' I whispered, my voice breaking in the silence. 'Every single one of us.'

I downloaded the files onto an encrypted drive, my hands shaking with a mixture of horror and resolve. This wasn't just betrayal—it was predation. Dean hadn't just cheated with Renata; he had systematically hunted the women of his own pack, preying on their trust and vulnerability.

I made my way to Dorian's lab, the drive burning a hole in my pocket. He was waiting, his face grim as he took in my expression. 'You found something,' he said. It wasn't a question.

'You have no idea,' I replied, placing the drive on his desk. 'He's been recording them. All of them. During healing sessions.'

Dorian's eyes widened as the files began to play on his secure monitor. We watched in silence, the evidence of Dean's depravity unfolding before us. With each new revelation, something inside me hardened, transforming the raw pain of betrayal into something colder, more precise.

When it was over, Dorian reached out, his thumb gently pressing against the inside of my wrist—right over my pulse, where I always pressed when suppressing strong emotions. The touch was grounding, steadying. 'Brynn,' he said softly, his voice carrying a weight I couldn't quite decipher.

'I'm going to destroy him,' I whispered, meeting his gaze. 'Not just for me. For all of them.'

In that moment, something shifted between us—a silent understanding, a promise. Dorian nodded once, his eyes reflecting the same cold determination I felt. 'We will,' he said. 'Together.'