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.

going to

to be my mother's legacy. It should have been

said coldly, locking eyes with Alice, "and I'm offering a solution. If you don't agree to this deal, forget it." Morpheus clenched

he muttered through gritted teeth.

smoothly, his

to the werewolf council. Everything will

in

the consequences of his decision-he

the only way to keep their family

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

now incorporated into the Silvermoon Pack, ruled by Leo

anger, and defiance from the wolves of the Ghost

to my surprise, they welcomed us with open

that Morpheus and his family had been a burden to them for far too

was consumed by the responsibilities of the Ghost Pack. Papers,

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desk, a familiar scent

skipped a beat as 1 recognized it-Leo. His scent

time to see him striding towards me, his long legs eating up the distance between

and in a deep, warm voice, he called

a kind of

gently brushing a stray lock of

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