My Mate Used My Wealth to Court His Omega Mistress

I stood frozen in the foyer, my gaze sweeping over the familiar marble floors and crystal chandelier—all the features I had personally selected for this house. My house. The house I had gifted to Koa three years ago. The realization burned through me like wildfire, but I kept my expression neutral, years of being Pack Healer having taught me to control my reactions even in the face of devastation.

Kylie's face lit up with pride as she gestured around the space. 'Isn't it beautiful, Rachel? Koa said it was all for us—our new beginning. I can't believe how lucky I am.'

I didn't step inside. Couldn't. The threshold felt like a boundary between my past generosity and this present betrayal.

'Rachel?' Koa's voice held a note of panic. 'You're not coming in?'

I met his eyes, noting how they darted away from mine. 'No, I'm not.' My voice was calm, measured. 'Kylie, could you give us a moment?'

She hesitated, looking between us with confusion, but nodded and stepped back into the living room.

As soon as she was out of earshot, I straightened my spine and let my Luna-inherited aura unfurl around me like a cloak. The power I'd inherited from my mother—the same power that made me a respected Pack Healer—filled the entryway with unmistakable authority.

'I want the title deed,' I said, my voice carrying the unmistakable resonance of an Alpha tone. 'It's in the safe behind the painting in your study. The combination is my birthday.'

Koa's face drained of color. 'Rachel, you don't understand—'

'I understand perfectly.' I cut him off, my tone sharper now. 'I, Rachel Fox, Pack Healer of Moonveil Pack, reject you, Koa Burke, as my mate.' The formal words of rejection hung in the air between us, heavy with finality.

The effect was immediate. Koa doubled over as if I'd struck him, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. The mate bond—that invisible thread that had connected us for seven years—snapped with an almost audible crack. I felt it too, a sharp, tearing sensation in my chest, but I'd prepared myself for this moment. He hadn't.

I turned away, my composure intact despite the storm raging inside me. As I walked toward my car, I heard footsteps scrambling behind me.

'Rachel, wait!' Koa's voice was desperate now, stripped of the Beta's usual confidence. He caught up to me in the driveway, his breathing ragged. 'You have to listen to me.'

I paused, keys in hand, and faced him. The moonlight cast harsh shadows across his features, making him look like a stranger.

'Your strength,' he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. 'Your healer status... it was suffocating me, Rachel. I felt like less of a man every day. Like I could never measure up.'

A bitter laugh escaped me. 'So you found someone who made you feel bigger? A young Omega who could look up to you?'

'I needed someone who didn't overshadow me at every turn,' he insisted, his eyes pleading for understanding. 'Kylie was the only one who made me feel like a true Beta.'

I looked at him—really looked at him—and saw not the man I'd loved for seven years, but a stranger defined by his own inadequacies.

'You have one lunar cycle,' I said, my voice cold and final. 'One lunar cycle to vacate my property, return my pack vehicle, and repay the five million credits I invested in your trading business. Plus interest.' I met his gaze steadily. 'If you don't comply, I'll bring this matter before the Pack Council. And we both know what they'll decide.'

His face crumpled, the reality of his situation finally sinking in. Without my support, he was nothing—not a Beta, not a trader, not even a man with a home. Just an Omega who'd forgotten his place.