Lane Conlay’s POV
"What bills? This is complete garbage!" Sharon screamed, her face contorting into an ugly mask of rage. She snatched the heavy parchment off the bedside table and, with a vicious twist of her wrists, ripped it down the center. She tore it again and again, tossing the shredded white scraps into the air like mock snow.
"They’re fake! You’re just making up numbers to scare us, you pathetic liar!"
Lane watched the pieces flutter to the rug, her lips curling into a cool, amused smile.
"Tear it all you want, Sharon. I have multiple copies safely locked away. I will simply have a servant bring another one to your room later today."
Sharon let out a frustrated, choked shriek. She was approaching her twenty-first birthday, an age where any normal Alpha-blooded wolf should ha
