"Azel, pick up that silver-laced card from the floor right now," Malachi barked, his voice vibrating with alpha-backed authority. "Or the Alpha Council will strip you of your rank before sundown!"Azel didn't look down. He locked eyes with the pack treasurer, his spine rigid. "Keep the card, Malachi. I just transferred fifteen thousand credits back into the Lunar Veil Dominion main account."Malachi sneered. "You think fifteen thousand credits pays back a bloodline debt?""It covers every single ounce of raw meat and shelter I consumed in this wretched fortress over the past twelve months," Azel said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Look at the ledger on the table. Every scrap of uniform, every night under this roof, completely settled in digital currency. The rest of the items bought by your estate staff are still sitting untouched in the West Wing. Check the cameras if your pack security is as paranoid as your accusations.""No, please, don't do this!"Nyra dropped to he
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