Design Rings for My Alpha’s Mistress? Oops. I Designed His Exile Instead Chapter 07

Design Rings for My Alpha’s Mistress? Oops. I Designed His Exile Instead Chapter 07

The next afternoon, I drove to the studio.

At a relatively quiet intersection, a van suddenly accelerated from the side and slammed into my car.

“CRASH-!”

The deafening sound of impact and shattering glass filled my ears.

Everything spun. I felt something warm trickling down from my temple.

An accident? No. The timing was too convenient.

I immediately called Brielle to report it to the Council enforcement and had her check Ronan and Faye’s

whereabouts.

Results? Exactly what I expected.

Ronan was throwing a fit at the office-perfect alibi.

Faye had checked into the hospital to “protect the pup” because “online harassment from Ashmore supporters destabilized her emotions and threatened the pregnancy.”

In the hospital room, my mother gripped my hand, tears streaming down her face.

“Seraphina, just let it go… I’m scared…”

I looked at my parents’ worried faces and Brielle’s grave expression. I shook my head, my voice hoarse but steady, my wolf refusing to submit.

“I can’t. Backing down will only make them more reckless.”

I turned to Brielle.

“Leak the car crash evidence and Ronan’s threatening phone call to the most influential media outlets.

Anonymously. Title it: ‘Pack Alliance Feud Escalates: Cheating Alpha Suspected of Hiring Hitman, Luna Survives Near-Death Attack.””

I was going to drag their vile actions into the light.

The “public opinion nuke” was devastating.

The public’s fury ignited completely. All those previous attempts to whitewash the affair as “true love”? Now a joke

Pressure on the Council skyrocketed. They formed a special task force to investigate both the assault and the financial crimes together.

Under mountains of evidence and intense public pressure from multiple packs, the hit-and-run driver was quickly apprehended.

He cracked under interrogation and gave up the person behind it: Ronan’s cousin, a Beta in the Blackthorn Pack

The cousin, in turn, immediately ratted out Ronan to save himself. He provided key recordings proving Ronan had instructed him to “teach that Ashmore bitch a lesson she’d never forget” and promised a hefty reward plus an

escape route afterward.

Meanwhile, Brielle’s legal team tore through everything like a wrecking ball.

The fraudulent resource allocation agreement? Voided.

All the pack assets Ronan transferred to Faye’s name? Recovered and frozen by Council order.

The charges against him-embezzlement of pack resources, betrayal of alliance treaties, conspiracy to commit

assault on a Luna-ironclad evidence.

A month after the mating ceremony disaster, it was finally over.

“Ronan Blackthorn, you are under arrest by order of the Council for embezzlement of pack funds, and conspiracy

to commit assault.”

Faye’s ending was just as ironic.

While she was hospitalized “protecting the pup,” Council investigators thoroughly examined her accounts and her so-called “wellness center.”

Under immense pressure and relentless questioning from wolves trained to detect deception, she had an emotional breakdown.

She lost the pup.

Even more dramatic? After her miscarriage, Eleanor rushed to the hospital-not to comfort her.

“The healer said the pup was perfectly healthy! How could you lose it?!”

“Did you even have a pup? Or did you lie to us this whole time?!”

The girl they once called “such a lovely omega” and “the Blackthorn bloodline’s hope became worthies the serm she lost the “heir.”

The Blackthorns abandoned her at the hospital. Never looked back.

Ronan was convicted on multiple charges, stripped of his Alpha status by the Council. and sentenced to fifteen years in a high-security werewolf detention facility with permanent prohibition from leading any pack

He appealed. It was rejected.

His parents sold off everything they owned to pay restitution to the Ashmore Pack and the other affected alliances. Then they slunk back to their small hometown pack in the countryside, disappearing from high society werewolf

circles entirely.

After all the chaos, I finally received the official Bond Severance documents from the Council.

The mate bond-completely and irreversibly severed.

I consolidated resources, used the recovered funds, and launched my own jewelry brand.

At the new brand’s launch event, a reporter asked about the past. I answered calmly.

“That experience taught me something profound-a woman’s value is never dependent on any relationship.”

“Hearts change. But a career you build with your own hands? That’s confidence that lasts forever.”

After everything, I still felt my life was complete. Happy. Full of hope.

My future? Still waiting for me, somewhere out there.