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“Brandon Cole needs to learn proper respect for pack hierarchy,” I said quietly, my voice carrying the cold authority of an Alpha. “Take him to the secure chamber below deck. Make sure he understands the consequences of threatening my mate.”
“Understood, Alpha. How far should we take this lesson?”
My ice-blue eyes glanced back at Olivia, who was comforting Miranda. “Enough to ensure he never forgets his place. But nothing permanent. I want him broken, not dead.”
“Copy that. The yacht’s security team has already prepared the chamber. Soundproof and private.”
I ended the call and watched as my enforcers dragged the still-trembling Brandon toward a concealed entrance. One of Miranda’s security team members, a beta werewolf in yacht crew uniform, guided them below deck.
The chamber was hidden in the lower levels, designed for situations exactly like this. Pack justice required privacy and discretion.
Victoria Sterling witnessed Brandon’s removal with growing terror. Her hands shook as she fumbled with her phone, desperately accessing her banking app.
“Miss Winters,” she called out, her voice cracking with fear. “I’m transferring the compensation now. One hundred thousand dollars.”
Her fingers trembled as she completed the transaction. The notification chimed on Olivia’s phone within seconds.
“And the apology statement?” Olivia asked calmly.
“I’ll post it tonight,” Victoria promised, tears streaming down her face. “Three thousand words, pinned for a month, just as you requested.”
Olivia checked her phone, confirming the transfer. Without hesitation, she opened another app and began typing.
“What are you doing?” Lily asked curiously.
“Donating this money to the Moonlight Charitable Foundation,” Olivia replied simply. “I don’t need compensation. I just wanted justice.”
Victoria’s eyes widened in shock. She had expected Olivia to keep the money, not give it away immediately.
The gesture demonstrated Olivia’s true character. She sought accountability, not personal gain.
We returned to the yacht’s main lounge, where the atmosphere had shifted from tense to curious. The other guests sensed something significant had occurred.
Lily looked around, noticing Brandon’s absence. “Where did Brandon go?”
I swirled my moonberry wine, the dark liquid catching the ambient lighting. “He’s in a good place where he can reflect on his actions.”
My tone carried finality that discouraged further questions. Olivia remained silent, trusting my judgment as her Alpha.
Lily’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Good. That bastard deserved whatever punishment you gave him.
Especially after what he did to you in Shadowmere Territory.”
She was referring to Brandon’s previous disrespectful behavior toward me at a pack gathering. His arrogance had been noted by many witnesses.
Ethan Quinn shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Connor, just make sure you don’t take things too far. Pack law has limits, even for Alphas.”
I met his concerned gaze with cold authority. “It won’t come to permanent harm. Just enough to ensure he learns proper respect for pack hierarchy.”
My voice carried the weight of absolute certainty. Brandon would survive, but he would never forget this lesson.
Gabriel Andrews nodded approvingly. “Some wolves only understand strength. Words aren’t enough for his type.”
The tension in the room remained thick despite our casual conversation. Everyone understood that serious pack justice was being administered below deck.
Lily clapped her hands together suddenly. “Let’s play a game to pass the time and lighten the mood.”
Her suggestion drew interested looks from the group. We needed something to distract from the evening’s drama.
“What kind of game?” Sophie Shaw asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Alpha’s Command,” Lily announced with a mischievous grin. “It’s like truth or dare, but with pack hierarchy rules.”
The game was popular among werewolf social circles. It involved drawing cards and following commands based on pack dynamics.
“How does it work?” Miranda asked, grateful for the distraction from her guilt.
“Everyone draws a card,” Lily explained. “Whoever gets the Alpha card gives commands to others based on their cards. It’s a traditional pack bonding game.”
Ethan Quinn laughed. “Sounds dangerous with this group. We’re all too competitive.”
“That’s what makes it fun,” Gabriel added with rare enthusiasm.
A crew member brought us a deck of cards at Lily’s request. The ornate cards featured werewolf pack symbols instead of traditional suits.
Lily shuffled the deck with practiced ease. “Everyone draws one card. Don’t show it until I say so.”
We each selected a card from the spread deck. The anticipation built as we waited for the reveal.
“Show your cards now,” Lily commanded.
I held the heart six, Olivia had the diamond queen. Ethan revealed the spade ten with a grimace.
Lily’s eyes lit up as she displayed her card. “Alpha of moons! I’m the first commander.”
The Alpha card gave her absolute authority over the round. Her grin turned predatory as she surveyed our cards.
“The person with the spade ten must do one hundred push-ups,” she declared with obvious delight.
Ethan groaned dramatically. “Are you serious? I’m wearing a custom suit worth more than most wolves’ monthly salary.”
“Pack hierarchy doesn’t care about your fashion choices,” Lily teased mercilessly.
“This is expensive Italian wool,” Ethan protested, but he was already removing his jacket. “If this gets wrinkled, you’re paying for the dry cleaning.”
He positioned himself on the polished floor, his werewolf physiology making the exercise manageable despite his complaints.
“One, two, three…” he counted aloud, his movements precise and controlled.
The enhanced strength of his werewolf nature made the push-ups look effortless. His muscles flexed beneath his dress shirt as he maintained perfect form.
“Showing off now?” Gabriel teased as Ethan reached fifty.
“Just demonstrating superior beta genetics,” Ethan replied breathlessly, continuing his count.
Lily watched his athletic display with obvious appreciation. Her cheeks flushed pink as she observed his physical prowess.
“Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred,” Ethan finished with a flourish.
He stood up, barely winded despite the exertion. His shirt clung to his frame, emphasizing his lean muscle definition.
“Satisfied?” he asked Lily with a cocky grin.
Her blush deepened as she nodded mutely. The display had clearly affected her more than she expected.
We shuffled and drew cards for the second round. This time, Gabriel revealed the Alpha card with quiet satisfaction.
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