The billionaire's omega wolf bride

Chapter 52

Cameron

Now comes the hard part,the council members on Alric’s side.

One thing I’ve known—one thing that never fails, whether in boardrooms or back alleys—is that even the most loyal men flinch in front of a pot of gold.

I’ve watched hardened negotiators fold at the mere scent of opportunity. I’ve watched spies, embedded for years in our competitors, turn soft the second they tasted freedom wrapped in gold leaf.

So, the question isn’t whether Alric’s men are loyal. The question is: Are they immune to what I’m offering?

I doubt it.

We walk through the thinning crowd—wolves still gathering meat from the trucks, some casting long glances at us, some pretending not to. Lenora stays close, but she stiffens as soon as she sees our next target.

Madam Elira.

One of the oldest council members. Late fifties, maybe early sixties. Her presence is like cold steel—sharp, rigid, ancient in her convictions. She’s dressed like she’s still living in the era where arranged bonds were traded like livestock. Her hair is knotted tight in a painfully severe bun, and her mouth thins the second she sees me.

I hear her and Lenora are not fond of each other at all, apparently it happened because she chose to learn how to fight instead of nurture like ’female wolves are supposed to’.

We approach.