Diagnosis of Debt: Healer's 700,000 Shakedown

Braden arrived quickly, and a few minutes later, the waste room's iron door was smashed open with tremendous force. He rushed in with two elite warriors, their eyes flashing with deadly golden light.

When he saw me covered in blood and half-curled on the ground, a low, murderous growl immediately rumbled in his throat. He wanted to pounce and tear Nina's throat out, but I shook my head slightly to stop him.

I preferred to cut the root of the problem and finish things with a single strike. It wasn't the right time yet.

I took the bank card from him and tossed it at Nina's feet.

Nina snatched the card and greedily checked its balance. When she saw the number, she nodded with satisfaction.

"You smart thing," she drawled.

Then, she waved her hand as if she were shooing away an annoying stray dog. "Get lost now. If you dare try anything again, I'll personally hold your face down in a sulfuric acid bath."

I didn't reply. I couldn't speak at all, for every breath I took tugged at my wounds.

Braden carefully picked me up as if I were made of broken glass and carried me out of that hellhole. The sunlight, which I felt like I had been deprived of for an eternity, stung my eyes, making me squint.

Braden carefully examined my wounds. His voice trembled with guilt and self-reproach as he said, "Alpha Female… I should've come sooner. I should have… Good Goddess, what did she do to you?"

"These injuries won't kill me," I rasped with a chill in my voice. "But this account will definitely be settled properly."

"That bastard Xander… This Lighthall pack of his is only surviving thanks to the protection of the Frostmoon pack, yet he allowed that she-wolf to do this to you!" Braden gnashed his teeth. "I'll gather our army right now and level this place to the ground!"

"Wait a little longer," I sneered. "He's found himself a great girlfriend. I want him to see with his own eyes how he's ruined by that idiot."

I dialed the number of the Lighthall pack's Chief Healer, who was an experienced elder wolf I had personally promoted.

"You have ten minutes to remove Nina Tucker from the healer roster." My voice was calm but brooked no argument.

"A-Alpha—" The Chief Healer on the other end of the line was so startled by my voice that he could hardly speak.

I cut him off directly, "Otherwise, the Frostmoon pack will cut off all resource supplies to the Lighthall pack, and… I will personally lead my army to raze your territory."

Having clearly heard the anger in my tone, he frantically agreed, not daring to ask a single question.

After hanging up, I didn't pause for a moment before saying, "Head to the highest-level pack infirmary."

In a single day, I went through my second physical examination. As I looked at the report that stated, "Extensive burns over large areas of the body and moderate silver poisoning", the fury in my heart burned even hotter.

Xander could either beg for my forgiveness, or he would get what was coming for him.

After my wounds were treated, my personal guards had already assembled. Over a dozen black armored vehicles roared straight toward Xander's manor.

How ironic. Even this manor had been a gift from me.

At that moment, wild laughter, music, and the sounds of clinking glasses drifted from the manor. It was no wonder he didn't answer my call earlier; he was busy hosting a party.

Before I had even entered, I heard a tearful voice. It was Nina, who just happened to be talking about me.

"Alpha, she ruined the potions you bought for me. I only asked her to pay, but she hit me, berated me, and even threw a bank card in my face to humiliate me!

"I let her go without making a fuss, but she must have a shady relationship with the pack's Chief Healer. She actually got him to remove me from the healer roster! She did that fully knowing I'm your girlfriend. She clearly looks down on you…"

Inside the manor, Xander's sycophants all chimed in, eager to punish the "arrogant fool" Nina mentioned.

Xander lovingly kissed Nina, his eyes full of adoration. "Babe, don't worry. No one but me can meddle with anything in my pack! I swear, once I lock that crazy she-wolf in a silver cell and completely crush her pride, I'll make her crawl to you and apologize!"

The sycophants immediately burst into enthusiastic cheers.

"Great! Alpha Xander, just give the order, and we'll go grab that bitch right away!"

"That's right! Let her know who's in charge of this territory. We'll teach her a lesson!"

At that moment, a silver dagger suddenly flew in. It accurately embedded itself in the center of the dining table, splitting a plate in half. The music and laughter of the crowd stopped abruptly. Everyone trembled as they looked in the direction the dagger had come from.

I stood at the entrance of the manor with my arms crossed. Behind me was a row of elite warriors, all radiating murderous intent.

"I'm right here. So, who was it who wanted to teach me a lesson?"