Design Rings for My Alpha’s Mistress? Oops. I Designed His Exile Instead Chapter 02

Design Rings for My Alpha’s Mistress? Oops. I Designed His Exile Instead Chapter 02

Brielle’s always been scary efficient.

Less than three hours later, an encrypted file landed in my inbox.

Her note? Three words: “This is bad.”

I opened it. First document-Ronan’s movement records from the past two years.

Pages and pages of territory crossings and pack meeting logs. But one date jumped out immediately.

The Winter Solstice Gathering. A year ago.

Records showed Ronan did attend the inter-pack summit that day. But he returned to Blackthorn territory that same night.

He said it was pack business. Really? He was hiding his tracks to see another she-wolf.

That same day, Faye posted on social media-some elaborately decorated romantic setup.

That bouquet decorating the backdrop? He gave me the exact same night-blooming jasmine the next evening.

Second document-Ronan’s financial records.

Multiple large transfers labeled “pack development fund,” all flowing into a wellness center called “Better Late Than Never.”

Legal owner? Faye Ashwood.

And the kicker? The transfer dates lined up perfectly with the Lunar Festival, my birthday, even our mating janniversary.

So every time he finished celebrating with me, he’d turn around and send money to his little mistress.

All that talk about “building our future together”? Never meant me. Never meant us.

My chest went numb. I clicked on the next file, my face blank.

A surveillance video.

The footage showed Ronan with Faye at a specialty shop for expecting mothers, picking out supplies for a newborn

pup.

He held her carefully, his hand protective over her barely-showing belly, his face lit up with this soft, tender smile

I’d never seen directed at me.

Date stamp? The day I went to the pack healer for my follow-up appointment.

Unbelievable.

Fucking bastard!

Too busy with Alpha duties to come with me. But free enough to shop for nursery items with her?

The last file made my blood run cold.

A copy of a resource allocation agreement. My name signed at the bottom, alongside my family pack’s seal.

Date? The exact day he told me, “The pack needs cash flow. I need you to sign this.”

Turns out his so-called “crisis” was him using my name to lock me into a high-risk deal.

If the project tanked, I’d be stuck with over a hundred million in debt. Meanwhile, he’d already been quietly transferring Blackthorn Pack assets into accounts under Faye’s registry. Set up his escape route long ago.

That bastard used my trust as his Luna to set me up.

What a brilliant fucking plan.

I closed the file and called Brielle.

“You done reading? What’s the move?”

I stared out the window at the sinking sun, my voice so calm it felt foreign even to me-like my wolf had gone completely silent.

“Get all the evidence of Ronan transferring pack assets together. I’m gonna give him a surprise he won’t forget.”

I paused.

“Also-dig into Faye’s background. I need to know if she’s actually clueless, or if she’s just playing the innocent omega card while being a scheming bitch.”

Right then, my phone buzzed. A message from Ronan.

“Happy mating anniversary, love. Got a last-minute pack dinner. Be home late.”

Attached-a photo of some upscale restaurant frequented by high-ranking wolves.

I zoomed in on the image. In the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could just make out a familiar figure.

Faye Ashwood. The same omega who sat in my office this afternoon.

I stared at the photo and let out a laugh that didn’t sound like my own.

Ronan. Gotta hand it to you-you really committed to the performance.

After all these years as mates, if you’re having a new mating ceremony, how could your rejected Luna not bring gift?

This “mating ceremony present”?

Oh, you’ll remember it for the rest of your pathetic life!