Over the years, Maryanne had lived like a pampered pet kept by my father, indulging in pleasure and luxury to the point that she had long forgotten how to survive independently. Leah’s treatment required a massive amount of money.
The cost of medicine and hiring a skilled healer was enough to drive anyone to despair. With no other options left, Maryanne
desperately sought help from her old lovers from her younger days. But back then, she had used her looks to come between many
marked mates.
Now, having fallen from grace, she was met with nothing but ruthless humiliation before she could even plead for assistance.
No one was willing to lend her money.
Instead, wandering rogues, sensing her vulnerability, set their sights on her and nearly abducted her.
In desperation, she tried to demand compensation from Anderson. But on the very day everything fell apart, Anderson had sworn
a blood oath to transfer all his assets to me.
By the time the enforcers found him, he was nothing more than a destitute, disgraced wolf. Maryanne had truly run out of
options.
She had always been a selfish and ruthless woman. In the end, she simply stopped Leah’s treatment and took her back to their
ruined home.
When Leah woke up and discovered her face was disfigured, she couldn’t bear to face her own future. In a frenzy, she cursed
Maryanne for her selfishness.
During their heated argument, Leah lost control and pushed Maryanne off the balcony. Maryanne fell, her neck snapping upon
impact.
From that day on, Leah’s mind shattered. She wandered the streets naked, reeking of decay as she scavenged rotten meat and
trash for food, becoming a fallen, mad wolf.
It was an omega with a kind heart who finally draped an old coat over her and contacted the enforcers to take her away. As for my
father, he thought he could escape into the no–man’s land and stay safe.
However, the black market dealers he had been working with were not so easy to shake off. After everything went down, they kept
hounding him for compensation. He went into hiding, ignoring their persistent threats.
In the end, rogue wolves hired by the black market tracked him down, captured him, and locked him in a cage before selling him
back to the very market he had once profited from. They cut out his wolf’s heart and sold off his organs piece by piece until
nothing remained.
The money from his ravaged body hadn’t even been in circulation for long before the enforcers raided the black market, wiping
out all the forces behind it.
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Anderson had been feeding the enforcers information the whole time, and hence, his sentence was reduced. In the end, he was sentenced to three years in prison and stripped of his status within the pack. My friend finished telling me all this and then
sighed, shaking her head.
