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Had she… been lying to me all along?
Leslie’s POV (Glory Hall – Entrance)
One month was enough for a phoenix to rise from the ashes.
With the protection of my father and brothers, and the rich primal power of RoguePack flowing through me, the Alpha strength I had suppressed for three years awoke like a roaring volcano. It surged back to life, stronger than ever, pushing me past my former peak. Asphodel had grown stronger too-sharper, more attuned to me than ever. Our soul bond had become inseparable.
Tonight’s “Glory Alliance” gathering was a carefully orchestrated first step by Father and my eldest brother-a formal return to the center of werewolf power. No more disguises. No more hiding.
I wore a gown woven by our Pack’s most skilled hands, crafted from moonlight thread and shadow feathers, the hem adorned with shards of crystal that sparkled like stars. With my arm hooked through Thorbane’s, I held my head high and stepped into Glory Hall-the very heart of werewolf power.
My Alpha aura flowed freely now. I no longer held it back. Calm, confident, yet commanding beyond question. Asphodel strode tall within me, basking in the wary and curious stares of those around us.
The hall was thick with both familiar and unfamiliar scents. I could easily tell who was ally, who was foe, and who… belonged to Crimson Moon Pack-that foul stench I could never forget.
My gaze swept across the room, steady and unhurried-until it landed and held.
Kirby. He stood there, posture still upright, his handsome face shadowed by a trace of gloom. Liana clung to him like a vine, her expression carefully crafted to appear delicate and demure, with a faint trace of smugness.
Looking at them, my heart remained perfectly still. No anger. No sadness. Not even much disgust anymore. Asphodel didn’t even bother to lift an eyelid. Pathetic clowns, it scoffed inside me with disdain.
I saw the shock in Kirby’s face when his eyes found mine. His pale blue gaze contracted sharply, and even his Alpha aura flickered with instability. Liana noticed me too-her expression turned instantly sour.
Good.
I turned away, lips curved in a polite smile, and walked forward beside Thorbane, step by step into the very center of power. Tonight, I was no longer the discarded “Crimson Moon wife.” I was Leslie-Rogue, Rogue’s princess-a true Alpha.
Thorbane and I moved through the crowd with grace. The eyes around us held all kinds of emotions-shock, curiosity, speculation, and veiled hostility. I sensed every ripple, but didn’t care. Asphodel stood tall inside me, soaking in the attention like sunlight.
“Lord Rogue. Lord Thorbane.” A few familiar Pack leaders and allied representatives stepped forward to greet us, more respectfully than ever before. RoguePack had always been powerful, but now-with a new, pure-blooded Alpha heir-their deference was expected.
Thorbane fielded most of the socializing, his Alpha presence strong enough to keep trouble at bay. We had a clear goal-to reach the center of the hall and greet the heads of the top Packs, formally announcing my return.
But standing in our path, predictably, was one man-Kirby.
It was clear he’d been waiting there. His ice-blue eyes locked onto me, churning with emotions -shock, rage, confusion, and something else… something I couldn’t quite name. Beside him, Liana clung tightly to his arm, her stare dripping with jealousy and challenge.
Thorbane stopped. His Alpha aura met Kirby’s in a silent clash, a tension that crackled through the air.
“Lord Crimson Moon,” Thorbane said calmly, though a faint chill laced his tone.
“Lord Thorbane,” Kirby replied, his voice just as cold. His eyes never left mine. “And this is…?” he asked, pretending not to know.
“My sister. Leslie,” Thorbane said coolly, drawing me half a step forward.
That’s when Liana stepped up, her face plastered with a fake, sugary smile. Her voice dripped with syrupy malice. “Leslie, long time no see. I didn’t expect you to find a new Alpha so quickly… Sister? Is that the little game you two like to play?”
Her words sounded casual, but were heavy with insinuation and scorn-implying my status was low, that I didn’t belong here, that I was nothing but a castoff clinging to a new man.
Asphodel growled, low and full of disgust.
Before I could speak, Thorbane’s icy stare snapped to Liana. His voice was laced with undisguised contempt. “Who gave you the right to speak here? An Omega would do well to remember her place in front of Alphas.”
Liana’s face went ghostly pale. Her body trembled. She looked to Kirby for help.
Kirby’s expression soured. He looked like he wanted to say something, but I didn’t give him the chance.
I finally lifted my eyes to meet Liana’s. My smile was faint, but laced with endless scorn. “Miss Liana, instead of worrying about whether I belong here, perhaps you should worry about yourself. After all, not everyone can live off someone else’s ‘guilt’ forever.”
My voice wasn’t loud, but the surrounding werewolves-already listening in-heard every word.
Liana’s face drained of all color.
I looked away. Not at her. Not at Kirby. As if they were nothing but stones by the roadside. I gently linked arms with my brother and said, with a light tone, “Thorbane, we should go greet the elders now.”
“Mm.” Thorbane’s eyes flickered with approval.
We walked past Kirby and Liana without another glance, stepping into the center of the hall and leaving them behind-completely.
And in that moment, I felt light, clear, and free. The past… was truly over.
Kirby’s POV (Glory Hall)
She walked past me.
Leslie.
No-this wasn’t the Leslie I knew at all.
The woman before me was confident, powerful, radiant. That gown flowing like starlight made her look like the goddess of Rogue herself. And the Alpha aura she exuded-pure, potent-was so strong it made even Lance stir with unease inside me.
An Alpha. She really was an Alpha.
All the confusion, the doubts, the unease I’d tried so hard to ignore-at that moment, everything made sense. She had been deceiving me. Deceiving all of us.
Rage churned in my chest like molten lava. Why had she done it? Was it because she looked down on me? On Crimson Moon Pack? Was our entire marriage just part of some scheme?
Lance howled madly inside me, seething with the humiliation of being tricked and the fury of an Alpha being challenged. Kill her! Kirby! Kill the woman who dared deceive us!
But I couldn’t. Not now, at least.
I forced the rage down and stared down Thorbane with the cold intensity of an Alpha. But my eyes couldn’t leave Leslie. Her calm, her detachment, the quiet disdain she didn’t even bother to hide-it all stabbed at me like knives.
And then Liana made her pathetic attempt at provocation. I felt a wave of shame. In the presence of a real Alpha, her little tricks looked weak and pitiful.
Thorbane’s scornful retort only made it worse.
And Leslie… she didn’t even get angry. Just one cold, lightly spoken sentence-full of pity and mockery-and Liana’s carefully crafted mask crumbled.
Then she didn’t even glance at me again. She walked past me naturally, comfortably, her arm in Thorbane’s, stepping into the spotlight that now belonged to her.
In that moment, I felt the severed bond between us stab at me again-sharper than before. Not physical pain-something deeper. A hollowness in my soul.
She really… didn’t want me anymore.
Lance let out a furious, hopeless roar. She’s ours! She’s our mate! How dare she-how dare she ignore us?!
She’s not ours anymore, Lance, I answered wearily in my mind. She gave us up first.
I stood frozen, watching her silhouette vanish into the crowd. Beside me, Liana looked ghostly pale, barely able to stand. A surge of irritation-and regret? No. Not regret. Anger. Yes, it was anger!
I clenched my fists. My nails dug into my palms.
Leslie-Rogue… just you wait!
Leslie’s POV (Glory Hall – Garden Pool)
That brief, cold encounter with Kirby and Liana didn’t leave much of an impression on me.
If anything, Thorbane’s teasing look had been the only thing that got under my skin a little. I needed space. Somewhere quiet to gather my thoughts.
Alone, I slipped into a secluded indoor garden off the side of Glory Hall. In its center was a pool fed by fresh water and ringed with moonlotus blooms. The air was thick with soft floral fragrance and mist, muffling the noise of power games and politics outside. Asphodel stretched within me, enjoying the peace.