All Chapters of Blood Debt: The Alpha's Captive Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I found Elena in my quarters, still shaking, still crying, still unable to believe she was alive.I locked the door behind me."Tell me everything," I said. "Now."She looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes. "Luna, I—""Kellan just told me you passed more than patrol schedules. More than what was presented to the Circle." I crossed the room and crouched in front of her, forcing her to meet my eyes. "What else did you give them, Elena? What did you pass before you ever came to me?"Her face crumpled."I didn't know—""What. Did. You. Give. Them."The words were ice. Cold. Ruthless.I didn't recognize my own voice.Elena's hands twisted in her lap. The tears were flowing faster now, but I didn't have time for tears. I didn't have time for comfort. Whatever she'd done was now my legal responsibility, and Kellan knew exactly what that meant."A map," she whispered. "Three weeks ago. Before any of this. Before I knew you existed.""What kind of map?""Service tunnels. The compound's service

The compound fractured around Brian like ice around a stone.I heard it from my quarters—the shouting, the crashes, the sound of wolves scrambling to contain an Alpha who was coming apart at the seams. Within twelve hours of closing the bond, Brian had stopped sleeping. Within twenty-four, he'd stopped eating.By thirty-six hours, he put Dmitri through a wall.I was in my sitting room when it happened, Elena curled in the corner with a book she wasn't reading, both of us pretending we couldn't hear the chaos spreading through the compound. Then the crash came—massive, structural, the sound of a body hitting stone hard enough to crack it.Dmitri's voice, pained: "Alpha, please—"Brian's snarl, barely human: "You were too close. You were standing too close to her door."I didn't move.But my hands were shaking.Marcus came to me an hour later.His face was haggard, his clothes disheveled. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in days—which, given his brother's condition, he probably had

I came back to Teo's cell alone.Brian didn't know. Marcus didn't know. I'd slipped away from the post-attack chaos, past the wolves cataloging damage and the medics treating the wounded, down into the basement where nine hunters waited in their cages.Eight hunters, I corrected myself. Teo was something else entirely.He was the key to everything I didn't understand—the cell structure, the funding, the reason someone had paid professional killers to soften a compound before August seventeenth. And he'd already proven he would talk.For the right price."You came back." Teo looked up from his cot. "I wondered if you would.""You have information I need.""And you have something I want." He gestured to the concrete walls. "Honesty. Just once, I'd like to have a conversation where no one's running an angle."I pulled a chair from the corner and sat down."Then let's trade."We started with the cell structure.Teo laid it out piece by piece—decentralized command, rotating leadership, com

The silence lasted exactly three heartbeats.Then the chamber erupted.Wolves shouted over each other—demands for evidence, protests of disbelief, accusations that I was deflecting from my own crimes. Kellan Vance stood frozen, his mask of confidence cracking for the first time since I'd entered the room.I waited.When the noise began to fade, I set another page on the table."Pack protection fund. Established by the Circle forty-seven years ago to provide emergency resources for allied packs under attack." I kept my voice steady, clinical. "According to the records I was given access to as Luna, this fund should contain approximately two point three million dollars."Murmurs rippled through the chamber."According to the actual bank statements—which I obtained through Gianna Rossi's network—the fund contains four hundred thousand." I placed a third page beside the others. "The difference was routed through a shell entity called Northern Shield Holdings. The same shell entity that fu

I argued for exile until my voice cracked.The Circle chamber was empty except for Brian, Marcus, and me. The trial had concluded an hour ago—quick, efficient, the kind of justice that happens when evidence is irrefutable and patience has run out.Five wolves convicted of treason. Five wolves who had sold allied packs to hunters for eight years. Five wolves whose signatures appeared on documents that had led to dozens of deaths.Now came the sentencing."Exile preserves the option of mercy," I said. "If new information comes to light—""What new information?" Brian's voice was flat. "You proved their guilt yourself. Every transfer. Every payment. Every raid that followed.""But execution seems—""I'm not executing them."I stopped."Then what?"Brian's eyes met mine, and I saw something in them I hadn't seen before. Not rage. Not grief.Nothing."Severance."The word landed like a stone in still water."I don't know what that means.""You will."The courtyard filled with wolves at sun