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I always knew that woman was unworthy of my exceptional son. Kirby is a powerful Alpha and the future leader of this Pack. How could someone so useless-pretty face aside-possibly deserve him?
Hmph, at least she had enough self-awareness to get lost on her own. But there’s no way I’ll let her walk out with any of our Pack’s wealth! All those credits and resources Kirby gave her… I need to tell him to freeze everything immediately!
I pulled out my phone and called Kirby.
“Kirby, my son! What a delightful surprise you gave me! That tramp Leslie finally left! She admitted herself that you two broke the bond!” My voice was practically bubbling with joy.
“Mother?” Kirby’s voice sounded… tired? And there was a strange, muffled weight to it. Odd.
“She’s at the house right now?” he asked.
“Yes! Upstairs packing! Don’t worry, I’ll watch her closely-she won’t take anything that belongs to Crimson Moon Pack! Son, you’re finally free of her! We have to celebrate tonight! That Liana
“I’ll be right there.” Kirby cut me off and hung up before I could finish.
Coming back? What for? Don’t tell me he still has feelings for that tramp?
Hmph. When he gets here, I’ll make sure to talk some sense into him. Liana is the one who truly suits him-gentle, considerate, and reverent to her Alpha… not like that wooden-faced Leslie!
Still, I’d better go watch things myself. Can’t let that little slut sneak anything out.
Leslie’s POV (Bloodrock Estate)
There wasn’t much in my room. Or rather, not much that actually belonged to “Leslie.” All those extravagant gowns and jewels bestowed by Kirby and Crimson Moon Pack-I never touched any of it. Asphodel scoffed at them as well. Items tainted by their foul scent aren’t worthy of touching your skin, Leslie.
I only took a few personal documents I earned through private study and exams, and some intimate clothing.
“All done. Let’s go, Astrid.” I picked up the light pouch, my expression calm.
Astrid glanced at the untouched wardrobe and gasped. “That’s it? What about all the dresses and jewelry-“
“None of it’s mine. Keeping it would only clutter my life,” I said lightly.
We headed downstairs and, as expected, found Belle sitting in a chair right at the front entrance like a guard dog.
Astrid and I exchanged a glance, and we both saw the disdain in each other’s word, we walked right past her. eyes.
Without a
“Hold it!” Belle snapped, right on cue.
“What now, old hag?” Astrid had no patience left and barked right back.
Belle sneered and fixed her sharp eyes on the pouch in my hand. “Open that bag. I need to check it.”
“You what?!” Astrid exploded. “Are you accusing us of stealing?!”
“What do you think? I’m worried you might be sneaking out something that doesn’t belong to you!” Belle said, utterly unapologetic.
“You-!” Astrid looked ready to swing. I stopped her with a hand.
“It’s fine, Astrid.” I tossed the pouch to Belle, voice calm. “Let her check. She won’t understand what’s inside anyway, much less take it.”
Belle eagerly dug through the bag right in front of us. As expected, she found nothing valuable -at least, not to her eyes.
“Well? Satisfied, old hag?” Astrid snatched the pouch back with a smug grin.
Belle’s face twisted. She clearly wasn’t happy. She probably thought I’d sneak off with a few baubles or gems.
“The bag’s clean, sure-but who’s to say you’re not hiding something on your body? We’ll need to search both of you-especially that little brat,” she snarled, pointing at Astrid and stepping forward.
“Try it and I’ll break your damn arm!” Astrid roared, slapping her hand away.
Even I couldn’t help frowning. My anger finally started to rise. “Belle, I’ll say it one more time- I have no interest in anything that belongs to Crimson Moon Pack!”
“Oh really? Then why’d you come crawling here in the first place? Don’t act so pure! If you won’t submit to a body search, then you’re not walking out that door!” Belle lunged at Astrid, determined to force her way into a search.
Astrid, naturally, wasn’t about to back down. The two of them ended up shoving and clawing at each other like a pair of fishwives in a street brawl.
Just then-
“Enough! All of you-stand down!”
A cold, commanding voice thundered through the room, thick with Alpha dominance.
Kirby was back.
Kirby’s POV (Bloodrock Estate)
The moment I walked in, what greeted me was my mother and that woman-Astrid-locked in a scuffle, while Leslie stood off to the side, cold and detached, like an outsider.
“Enough! All of you-stand down!” I shouted. My Alpha aura surged and froze the room in an instant.
Both my mother and Astrid halted immediately.
“Kirby, you’re just in time!” Mother practically clung to me like a drowning woman, immediately pointing at Astrid. “I suspect Leslie and this woman tried to steal something from our Pack. Help me pin them down-I need to search them!”
“Bullsh*t!” Astrid snapped.
My eyes flicked to Leslie. Her face was expressionless, calm as an ice-covered lake. Then I looked at my mother… and a wave of irritation surged in my chest.
I remembered the finance report. For three years, Leslie never used a single credit or resource I gave her. How could she possibly be stealing anything?
“No need for a search,” I said coldly to my mother. “Leslie wouldn’t steal.”
She froze, visibly stunned. Though clearly displeased, she finally let go of Astrid.
Leslie didn’t so much as glance at me. She took Astrid’s hand and walked past us without a word.
“Wait, Leslie!” Watching her resolute back retreat into the light, that aching emptiness returned, compelling me to speak. The words tumbled out before I could stop them, weak and pathetic.
“If you… if you’re willing to admit you were wrong, Crimson Moon Pack… will still welcome you.”
The moment I said it, regret hit me like a tidal wave.
Lance whimpered in my mind-anguished and ashamed.
What was I saying? That she needed to admit fault? What fault? The truth was plain:
It was me. It was Crimson Moon Pack. We were the ones who wronged her.
Leslie’s POV (Leaving Bloodrock Estate)
Admit I was wrong? Crimson Moon Pack still welcomes me?
When I heard that laughable line from Kirby, I paused-but didn’t turn back.
Asphodel snarled in derision inside me.
I gave a soft, cold snort. My voice wasn’t loud, but it rang out clearly enough for him to hear.
“Crimson Moon Pack? Please. I’m just a ‘lowly’ Omega-you’re way out of my league.”