The pack almost collapsed six years ago. Our territory was raided, our businesses destroyed.
Victoria’s family fled first, taking their money with them.
They didn’t even say goodbye. Just disappeared one night.
Alexander was devastated. He’d planned to mate with Victoria that month.
I was the one who paid off the pack’s $500,000 debt. My therapy practice was thriving even then.
Alexander only accepted me as his mate out of gratitude.
The other warriors mocked him for it. Called him a gold-digger.
But I didn’t care. I thought love would grow between us.
At the end of the day, the pack owed me everything.
Emma had been my responsibility since she was ten. I cooked her meals, washed her clothes, drove her to training.
I paid for her private tutors. $5,000 per month just for extra lessons.
I bought her designer clothes so she wouldn’t feel inferior to other pack daughters.
Now at fifteen, I’d raised her for five years.
I might be her sister by rank, but I’d been more of a mother.
As for James and Sarah – I’d given them everything.
They had no retirement savings when I joined the pack. Their warrior pensions were pitiful.
So I gave them $8,000 monthly from my therapy practice.
I bought them a luxury SUV for easier mobility.
I paid for their medical treatments – Sarah’s arthritis, James’s heart condition.
I paid the villa’s $12,000 monthly mortgage. I handled all household expenses and three daily meals.
I hired cleaners, gardeners, and assistants to make their lives comfortable.
The villa’s electricity bill alone was $1,000 monthly. I never complained.
