"Ten million?" Ayomide’s jaw drops, her eyes wide with a mix of fury and disbelief. "You possess the audacity to demand a higher tribute?""So, is Idris Blackthorne not worth ten million to your pack?" I pull the ribbon from the yellow folder, my movements languid and unbothered. "If your pockets are too shallow, I shall simply remain in Idris’s shadow. My spotted pelt may lack your pristine, pampered beauty, but who can say? Perhaps his primal side hungers for something... different.""You..."Ayomide views me as an infection, a blemish on the pack's elite skin. With my face masked in these thick, dirt-colored spots, I am nothing but a common, unrefined mongrel in her eyes. Aside from my burning, round eyes, I am plain, yet I am the first female to ever carve a permanent scar into Idris’s cold, unreachable heart. The fact that I bear the name Zanele—the same name as her own blood—is a curse she cannot wash away."Very well." Ayomide’s knuckles whiten, her teeth gritted in a snarl. "T
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