Chapter 39

Zane's POV I was pacing the room, Leo lounging on the leather armchair. "She's just a woman with no real backing," I said through clenched teeth. "We'll break her. One way or another." This wasn't just business anymore. It was personal. Sylvia had humiliated me—repeatedly—and there was no way I'd let her walk away with her pride intact. Leo leaned forward, eyes gleaming with opportunism. "You want scandal? The tech's good enough now—AI face-swapping, deepfakes. Give me a photo, especially a swimsuit one, and I can fabricate something so real even the werewolf Tribunal would blink." I scowled. "You think I've ever had a photo like that? The girl wouldn't even kiss me, let alone send pics. Always acted so pure." Which, ironically, was half the reason I lost interest. "Just get it done," I snapped. "I'll cover the cost. And clean up your tracks, Leo. I don't want this traced back." Leo thumped his chest. "You got it, Alpha Zane. No one will ever know." I lit a cigarette, letting the smoke