Lucian
We drove straight to the office. I made sure Mara handled all the work that day—not just to keep her engaged, but to start preparing her for when I would fully step into the Alpha’s role. With my mark now active, it was only a matter of time.
Most of the day went into tracking the money trail from Jones’s bank statement. We found the deposit—six months ago, long before our wedding. It came from an offshore company called Cains and Whales.
I pulled up their info online.
All they had was a disconnected phone number and a generic email. No website. No physical address. Just a name hiding behind nothing.
Shell company.
“We should trace their registration license,” Mara said, her tone focused. “There has to be a name behind the setup. Something traceable.”
I nodded. “I was thinkin
