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My Mate Used My Wealth to Court His Omega Mistress

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The soft chime of the Moonveil Medical Clinic's front desk barely registered as I sorted through the morning's patient files. My hands moved with practiced efficiency, arranging the folders by severity and specialty—a ritual that had become as natural as breathing over my seven years as Pack Healer. The scent of antiseptic and healing herbs filled the air, a comforting familiarity that had always centered me. I looked up at the sound of hesitant footsteps, my eyes finding Kylie Hudson standing near the entrance. My mentee's usual confidence seemed muted today, replaced by an unusual nervousness that made her fidget with the hem of her shirt. Her scent carried a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. 'Healer Fox,' she began, her voice softer than usual. 'I wanted to thank you personally for everything you've done for me. I know I'm just an Omega, but your mentorship has meant the world.' I set down the file I'd been reviewing and gave her my full attention. 'Kylie, you don't need to thank me.

My Mate Used My Wealth to Court His Omega Mistress Chapter 1

The soft chime of the Moonveil Medical Clinic's front desk barely registered as I sorted through the morning's patient files. My hands moved with practiced efficiency, arranging the folders by severity and specialty—a ritual that had become as natural as breathing over my seven years as Pack Healer. The scent of antiseptic and healing herbs filled the air, a comforting familiarity that had always centered me.

I looked up at the sound of hesitant footsteps, my eyes finding Kylie Hudson standing near the entrance. My mentee's usual confidence seemed muted today, replaced by an unusual nervousness that made her fidget with the hem of her shirt. Her scent carried a strange mix of excitement and anxiety.

'Healer Fox,' she began, her voice softer than usual. 'I wanted to thank you personally for everything you've done for me. I know I'm just an Omega, but your mentorship has meant the world.'

I set down the file I'd been reviewing and gave her my full attention. 'Kylie, you don't need to thank me. That's what mentors do.'

She stepped closer, her eyes brightening with an emotion I couldn't quite place. 'I've been paired with my mate. I wanted to invite you to dinner tonight at our home to celebrate. It would mean so much to have you there—you've been like family to me.'

Something in her phrasing made me pause. 'Our home?' I repeated, the words tasting strange on my tongue.

'Yes! He surprised me with it last week,' she gushed, a flush creeping up her neck. 'It's beautiful, Rachel. I can't wait for you to see it.'

I nodded, masking the slight unease that had settled in my chest. 'What time should I arrive?'

'Seven,' she said, pressing a small card into my hand with an address written in elegant script. 'I'll make all your favorite dishes.'

As she turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of something in her aura—a flicker of energy that seemed out of place. But before I could focus on it, she was gone, leaving me with the card and a growing sense of curiosity about her mysterious mate.

I tucked the card into my pocket and returned to my work, pushing away the subtle disquiet. Seven years as Pack Healer had taught me to trust my instincts, but today, they seemed to be whispering warnings I couldn't quite hear.

The address on the card seemed vaguely familiar, nagging at the edges of my memory as I drove toward it that evening. The route took me through the northern territory of Moonveil Pack lands, where the more established members resided. My own home was further east, closer to the clinic, but I'd purchased property in this area years ago.

As I turned onto the final stretch, a cold realization began to crystallize. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as the numbers on the mailboxes started matching the address on the card. This wasn't just any luxury pack house—it was the one I'd bought for Koa three years ago, a gift for his promotion to Beta.

I parked and sat for a moment, my mind racing. Koa had told me he was using it as his Beta residence during my long shifts at the clinic, a place to rest when pack business ran late. Had he...?

No. I pushed the thought away. There had to be an explanation.

The walk up the path felt longer than it should have. Every step brought me closer to an answer I wasn't sure I wanted. I raised my hand to knock, but the door swung open before my knuckles made contact.

Koa Burke stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He wore a silk robe I'd never seen before, his dark hair tousled in a way that suggested intimacy. The familiar scent of him—sandalwood and cedar—reached me, but underneath it was something else. Something that made my wolf stir uneasily.

'Rachel,' he said, surprise evident in his voice. 'You're early.'

Before I could respond, Kylie appeared behind him, her face lighting up with genuine delight. 'Healer Fox! You came!'

She stepped forward, slipping her arm through Koa's with casual familiarity. 'I'd like you to meet my chosen mate,' she announced, her voice filled with pride. 'Koa Burke.'

The world seemed to still around me as the pieces clicked into place. Seven years of support. Seven years of love. Seven years of building a life together. All of it crystallized into a single, devastating moment of clarity.

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