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I dropped the empty bottle.
Her face twisted in rage and humiliation. I smiled-cold and razor sharp.
“Don’t worry, Liana. That was just the first gift I’ve prepared for you. The real one’s on its way.”
I didn’t look at her again. I didn’t care about the horrified whispers or Kirby’s conflicted stare. I smoothed my dress, turned, and walked away.
Each click of my heels echoed like a queen’s command.
And I left that wretched little scene behind me-for good.
Kirby’s POV (Glory Hall – Poolside)
I held Liana in my arms-shivering, soaked, sobbing uncontrollably-and felt completely torn. On one side were her tearful accusations and the condemning stares around us. On the other, Leslie’s unnervingly calm demeanor, the almost mocking curve of her mouth… and the unmistakable, overwhelming Alpha aura radiating from her.
Lance growled in my mind, full of confusion. She’s lying… that Omega is lying… but Leslie, she…
Just as I tried to make sense of it all, what I saw next stunned me to the core.
Leslie walked straight up, grabbed Liana from my arms, and shoved her-hard-back into the pool!
Her movements were crisp and clean, no hesitation, no anger, just an icy indifference like she was taking out the trash.
Gasps erupted around us. Even I stood frozen.
Then she picked up an expensive bottle of red wine, popped the cap, and poured it over Liana’s head-slow and deliberate, almost elegant in its cruelty.
“If you’re going to insist I pushed you,” she said, her voice cold and devoid of feeling, “then I’d hate to disappoint.”
“And don’t worry, Liana. That was just the beginning. The other ‘gift’ I prepared for you will arrive soon.”
Her eyes, once timid and pure, now glinted like a frozen abyss-cold, cutting, and unmistakably murderous.
In that moment, I finally understood-this was no longer the Leslie I had once known. She was no longer the partner I could manipulate or control at will.
Overwhelmed by frustration, I called a few of my closest Pack brothers and headed to the Howling Wolf Bar in Central City, hoping the alcohol would blur my thoughts.
Logan- -one of my most trusted lieutenants, and a childhood friend-sat across from me, rambling about the chaos Crimson Moon had been dealing with since our reputation took a nosedive.
“…It’s all that damn Leslie’s fault! I never understood what you saw in her. An Omega from who- knows-where, nothing but trouble. Disappears for a month and comes back faking an Alpha aura? Thorbane must’ve done something to her…” Logan complained bitterly. Clearly, they all believed Leslie’s aura was fake.
“Shut up.” I cut him off sharply, my voice cold. Lance growled a warning.
Strangely, hearing Logan belittle Leslie like that filled me with a deep discomfort-and anger. Why? Why the hell was I angry on behalf of a woman who’d lied to me and broken our bond?
Logan flinched at my reaction and went silent.
Just then, several TV screens around the bar-usually tuned to sports and entertainment news -flickered on at once.
And what they showed… was the Glory Hall poolside.
The footage captured everything-how Liana approached Leslie, taunted her, then “slipped” into the pool, followed by her pitiful accusations… and finally, Leslie’s retaliation: the shove, the wine, every expression, every movement-crystal clear.
The entire bar fell silent. Werewolves all around stared at the screens, slack-jawed. Then came the gasps and murmurs.
“Oh my god! She fell in herself!”
“That Omega lied! She tried to frame the former Luna!”
“I knew Leslie-no, Lady Rogue-wasn’t the type to do something like that!”
“Crimson Moon Pack got played by an Omega?”
“I mean… yeah, Rogue’s response was savage, but Liana did provoke her first!”
The truth had been exposed-publicly, bluntly, and in the most humiliating way possible.
I felt my entire body flush with heat. My face burned as though I’d been slapped in front of everyone,
I had confronted Leslie… demanded she explain herself… even asked her to apologize… all based on a lie.
Humiliation. Unprecedented humiliation.
I crushed the glass in my hand. The shards pierced my palm. Blood dripped-but I felt no pain.
Lance howled in fury-not at Leslie this time, but at the lying Omega… and at ourselves, for being deceived so easily.
Logan and the others stared at the screen, then looked at me. No one dared make a sound.
Leslie’s POV (RoguePack – Royal Court)
“Well done, Carl.” I watched the poolside footage going viral across Crimson Moon Pack’s internal network and the major public info platforms in Central City. The corners of my mouth lifted in satisfaction.
“Small matter.” Carl’s lazy voice came through the comm crystal. “You think a place like Glory Hall doesn’t have hidden surveillance? A little editing, and the truth lays itself bare. Right now, the whole werewolf world knows Crimson Moon got played by an Omega. Kirby’s probably turning green.”
Asphodel purred with pleasure inside me. Serves them right. Let them taste what it’s like to be humiliated and played.
“What did Father say?” I asked.
“He’s pleased with how you handled it. Said a Rogue princess should strike back swiftly and repay every slight in full.” Carl chuckled.
I smiled. That was just like Father-the ever-calculating King of Lycans.
“Oh, by the way, Leslie,” Carl’s tone grew a little more serious, “Father and Thorbane had a talk. They don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay cooped up in the Court anymore. It’s time for you to start handling some of the Pack’s affairs. They want to appoint you as Governor of the Western Border-overseeing our family’s business alliance on the west coast and several critical strategic territories. What do you think?”
Governor of the Western Border? That was practically placing one-third of RoguePack’s economic arteries and military strongholds in my hands. Their trust and support ran deeper than I expected.
“All right.” I didn’t hesitate. “Tell Father and Thorbane I won’t let them down.”
After three years of endurance, it was time for the werewolf world to meet the real Leslie Rogue.
Time passed like sand through my fingers-one month slipped by quietly. With Father Lars and Thorbane’s backing, I officially assumed the position of Rogue Pack’s Western Border Governor. The region was a crucial economic center and home to several strategic holdings. Its importance couldn’t be overstated.
But taking power wasn’t all smooth sailing. Inside the Pack, there were plenty who doubted or resented me-a “parachuted-in” female Alpha with a “tainted” past. They were used to dominant male Alphas giving orders. Whether I could handle the position remained to be seen.
…
I knew I had to prove myself with real strength-not just by bearing the name “Rogue.”
Thorbane assigned me one of his most reliable assistants, Liam, a steady and dependable Beta werewolf. He made things a lot easier. And Thorbane himself came to my study nearly every day, setting aside two hours to “guide” me through complex Pack operations and power structures-though truthfully, it felt more like an anxious older brother hovering.
That day, after Liam finished his daily report, I stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the vibrant nighttime cityscape beneath the Western Border headquarters. Asphodel stretched inside me, relishing the sensation of overseeing the whole game board.
Thorbane entered with two cups of herbal tea, fragrant and crisp.
“Still reading reports?” He handed me a cup.
“Yeah. The trade routes through the Western Border need reorganizing.” I took a sip.
He sat on the couch across from me, eyes briefly flicking to the stack of files in front of me, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement. He said in a half-teasing, half-threatening tone, “I’m impressed you’re so diligent. I thought you’d slack off and I’d have to drag Father in to personally teach you.”
I instantly straightened up and glared at him. “Don’t you dare.”