_Zarelle’s POV_
My lips curved into a mocking smile that made Mirelle proud. The predator in me savored this moment of having the upper hand over those who'd tormented me for years.
"There's no need," I said to Erika, letting my newfound authority ring clear in my voice. "Leave them be. The more they spend, the more they contribute to the pack's financial success."
The manager nodded and dismissed the security guards with a gesture. I caught their disappointment mixed with professional respect as they retreated. They'd been ready to physically remove the Ashmoors, but they understood pack hierarchy well enough to obey without question.
The ball was now in Amara's court, and the delicious irony wasn't lost on me. I owned this establishment now.
I'd allowed Amara and Celina
