Chapter 140

"You've said all you know," I said slowly, trying to keep my voice steady. "And now you want my help."

Shakira nodded, pleading with her eyes. "Please. Don't blame us, Elizabeth. We had no choice."

I clenched my fists, unsure of how to feel.

A part of me hated Shakira and Morpheus for everything they had put me through, for the lies, the betrayal.

But another part of me couldn't forget that they had once cared for me, even if it had been for the wrong reasons.

Shakira shared the same bloodline as my mother.

Despite everything, I couldn't let them die under the weight of their mistakes.

"I'll help you pay this debt," I said after a long pause, "but I'm not giving you the money outright like before. Il lend it to you."

Shakira and Morpheus exchanged confused glances.

"You'll need to use something as collateral," I added.

Shakira looked at me with wide eyes. "We don't have anything. It's all gone."

"No," Leo interjected, stepping forward with a knowing look. His voice was calm, almost calculating. "You still have the Ghost Pack" Morpheus' face drained of color, and Shakira's mouth dropped open in shock.

Before they could speak, Alice, their daughter, stormed into the room.

never going to happen!" she screamed,

This pack was supposed to be my mother's legacy.

don't agree to this deal, forget it." Morpheus clenched his jaw,

muttered through gritted teeth.

no rush," Leo said smoothly, his lips curling

to

in

consequences of his decision-he

only way to keep their family

next day, the transfer of the Ghost Pack was finalized before the

now incorporated into the Silvermoon Pack, ruled by Leo

had expected resistance, anger, and defiance from the wolves

my surprise, they welcomed

that Morpheus and his family had been a burden to them

days, I was consumed by the responsibilities of the Ghost Pack. Papers, meetings, decisions-everything demanded my attention.

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sat at my desk, a familiar scent wafted through the

heart skipped a beat as 1 recognized it-Leo.

striding towards me, his

locked on mine, and in a deep, warm

his tone, a kind of relief that made

gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind

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