My Mate Used My Wealth to Court His Omega Mistress

The morning after confronting Koa, I arrived at the clinic earlier than usual. My hands moved with mechanical precision as I arranged patient files, the familiar routine a welcome distraction from the hollow ache in my chest where the mate bond had been. The rejection had left a physical wound—one that no healer, not even one as skilled as myself, could quickly mend. But I had work to do, and I wouldn't let personal pain interfere with my duties.

The clinic doors burst open with enough force to rattle the glass. Kylie stormed in, her face flushed with anger, tears streaking her cheeks. She looked nothing like the grateful mentee from yesterday—this was a woman on the edge of hysteria.

'How dare you!' she screamed, throwing a stack of papers onto my desk. 'How dare you humiliate him like that!'

I set down my pen and regarded her calmly. 'Good morning, Kylie. I assume you're referring to Koa?'

'He told me everything,' she spat, her voice trembling. 'How you've always used your power against him. How you've kept him down all these years. You're just a bitter, wolfless healer who's jealous of our true love!'

A small crowd of clinic staff and early patients had begun to gather, drawn by the commotion. I could feel their curious gazes, sense their whispered speculation. But I didn't need to defend myself to them.

'I see,' I said, my voice level. 'And what exactly has Koa built on his own, Kylie? This trading empire he's supposedly created?'

She lifted her chin defiantly. 'Everything! He started with nothing and built it all himself! He's a self-made Beta!'

I stood, smoothing my lab coat. 'Follow me. I want to show you something.'

I led her through the clinic's corridors to the records room, a space few pack members ever visited. The air was cool and dry, filled with the scent of paper and old ink. I gestured to a locked cabinet.

'What's this?' she asked, suspicion replacing some of her anger.

'Financial records. Pack resources. Investments.' I unlocked the cabinet with a key from my pocket and withdrew a thick folder. 'Specifically, the documentation of every cent I've invested in Koa's ventures over the past seven years.' I laid the contents on the table between us—bank statements, property deeds, investment certificates.

Her bravado faltered as she stared at the evidence. 'I don't understand,' she whispered.

'Let me simplify it for you,' I said, pointing to the first document. 'This is the deed to the house you're living in. Purchased by me, in my name, as a gift to Koa.' I slid another paper toward her. 'This is the bank transfer record for the five million credits I invested in his trading business. And this—' I produced a third document, '—is the title to the pack vehicle he's been driving.'

The color drained from her face as the truth sank in. Her hands trembled as she touched the papers, as if physical contact might somehow change their reality.

'Everything,' she whispered, her voice hollow. 'Everything he gave me... everything I thought was ours...'

'Was mine,' I finished for her. 'And now, it will be again.'

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with horror and dawning comprehension. 'He's not... he's not who I thought he was.'

'No,' I agreed, gathering the documents. 'He's not.'

Later that afternoon, I received an alert on my tablet—a notification from the pack's financial system. Koa had attempted to transfer his remaining assets to an external account, presumably to hide them from me. The audacity was breathtaking.

I made my way to the pack's administrative building, where the financial records were kept. The Beta on duty—not Koa, thankfully—looked up as I entered.

'Healer Fox,' he greeted me, his tone respectful. 'How can I help you?'

'I need to place a Healer's Freeze on Beta Burke's accounts,' I said, the formal words carrying the weight of pack law. 'There's a dispute regarding pack-invested resources.'

The Beta's eyebrows rose slightly, but he nodded. 'Of course. I'll process it immediately.'

As I walked back to the clinic, I felt a strange lightness. The pain of betrayal was still there, but alongside it was something else—the satisfaction of truth revealed, of justice beginning to take shape. Koa had thought he could manipulate his way out of accountability, but he'd forgotten who had made him. And more importantly, he'd forgotten who could unmake him.