Design Rings for My Alpha’s Mistress? Oops. I Designed His Exile Instead Chapter 06

Design Rings for My Alpha’s Mistress? Oops. I Designed His Exile Instead Chapter 06

For safety, I moved back in with my parents.

They didn’t ask questions. Just silently supported every decision their daughter made.

I knew they wouldn’t just sit there and take it.

But the counterattack that came? Even more shameless than I imagined.

The first wave hit online.

Several mid-tier gossip accounts with decent followings all posted nearly identical “exposés” at the same time.

They painted this vivid picture of a “social-climbing Alpha” who endured humiliation and mistreatment from his more powerful mate’s family, only to be scorned after his Luna couldn’t bear heirs.

Subjected to emotional abuse by his barren mate, he finally found solace in “true love” with a fertile omega.

They framed Ronan as this tragic Alpha oppressed by a wealthier pack, chasing real love and his right to heirs.

Meanwhile, my family and I? Cold-hearted pack elitists who denied an Alpha his basic right to continue his

bloodline.

Right after that, Faye’s previously private social media account şuddenly went public with a long, dramatic

“confession.”

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No clue if she wrote it herself or had Ronan’s PR team behind it.

In it, she claimed she and Ronan were “fated mates who met at each other’s lowest points.”

Knew it was wrong to love a mated Alpha, but couldn’t help falling for him.

She kept emphasizing how she “didn’t need the Luna title, just wanted the pup to have a father,” while hinting that I was “unstable due to my own deficiencies” and using my family’s pack influence to “ruthlessly destroy her and her innocent unborn child.”

She even posted blurry screenshots, claiming she’d received “threatening messages from the Ashmore Pack” and “packages with wolfsbane”-all pointing fingers at me.

Paid trolls flooded in, steering the narrative.

Suddenly, hashtags like “Justice for Faye” and “Ashmore Pack Abuses Power” started spreading across werewolf social platforms.

Brielle was livid on the phone.

“They’re twisting everything! Trying to use public opinion to trap us before the Council hearing!”

I stared at those carefully woven lies on the screen and let out a cold laugh, my wolf snarling.

They were trying to play the victim card and smear my name to flip their absolute disadvantage-legally, morally. and by pack law.

“Brielle, take the evidence we prepped-the stuff showing Ronan abused his Alpha authority, damaged pack alliances, and pocketed money.

Pick the parts that don’t involve sensitive pack secrets and leak them.”

“Don’t go to big influencers. Find a few smaller, credible werewolf investigation accounts. Let them post it as ‘exposing corrupt Alphas.””

Fight their sob story with hard evidence of pack corruption.

The move worked.

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When the image of a “devoted, tragic Alpha seeking his bloodline” got linked to accusations like “embezzlement,” “alliance betrayal,” and “falsifying territorial claims,” all those romantic PR pieces instantly looked pathetic.

Public opinion started splitting. More people began waking up.

They realized this wasn’t just a messy rejected mate situation.

This was criminal fraud that violated pack law and the sacred codes of the Council.

Right in the middle of the online battle, I got a call from Ronan.

His voice wasn’t begging anymore. It was vicious. Desperate.

“Seraphina Ashmore, you’re ruthless! You really wanna push me to the edge!”

“I’m just taking back what’s mine and making you pay for everything you’ve done to our bond.” My tone stayed flat.

“Pay?”

He let out a twisted laugh.

“You think this is over? Let me tell you something-if anything happens to Faye or the pup, that blood’s on you and your pack! Let’s see how you explain that to the werewolf community!”

“Are you threatening me, Ronan?” My voice dropped, ice-cold. “Using your unborn child?”

“So what if I am? Seraphina, don’t push me! You back me into a corner, I’m capable of anything! I know where your parents live!”

The second he mentioned my parents, a chill shot up my spine, my wolf’s protective instincts roaring to life.

I could handle any attack aimed at me. But I would never tolerate anyone threatening my family or my pack.

“You touch a single hair on my parents’ heads, threaten any member of the Ashmore Pack, and I promise-you won’t just lose your Alpha status. I’ll make sure you and everything you care about burns to the ground. I mean it.”

I hung up immediately, sent the call recording to Brielle and our pack security team, and ramped up border patrols around my parents’ territory.

Ronan had lost it-his wolf was clearly unstable, dangerous. I had to prepare for the worst.