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Leslie’s POV (RoguePack – Western Border Headquarters)
The Western Border headquarters office was spacious and full of natural light. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the vibrant skyline of Central City stretched outward. I was buried in paperwork and reports. Preliminary data on “Apex Industries” was already on hand-that project… had massive potential. I had to secure it.
Asphodel dozed in the back of my mind. Since returning to RoguePack, even she had relaxed a great deal, no longer constantly on edge.
Liam knocked and entered. This newly promoted Beta assistant worked with impressive efficiency, and I was very pleased with him.
“Governor,” he said respectfully, handing over a folder, “here’s a more detailed intelligence report on Apex Industries. Also…” He hesitated, his face showing a hint of discomfort. “Alpha Kirby of Crimson Moon Pack… is here. No appointment. He asked to see you by name.”
Kirby? What’s he doing here?
I frowned, a trace of irritation flickering to life. Asphodel immediately perked up, growling with disapproval. That bastard still dares show his face? Leslie, throw him out!
No need, I replied inwardly. Let’s see what game he’s trying to play. The current me was no longer someone Kirby could rattle so easily.
“Let him in, Liam,” I said flatly. “But I don’t have much time. Five minutes.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Liam stepped out.
Soon, Kirby walked in. Still tall and handsome, but there was something different in his expression-a weariness, a complexity I hadn’t seen before. He glanced around the office, around the space that represented my authority and power. There was a flicker of something in his icy blue eyes, something hard to read.
He seemed stunned when he saw me. But this was my territory now. My presence. My world. In this room, he was nothing but an intruder.
“Leslie…” he began, his voice lower and raspier than usual. “I came… to apologize. For the things my mother and our Pack said about you.”
Apologize? I lifted my gaze briefly and gave him a cold glance, not even stopping my work. “No need to apologize. If it’s about Pack matters, please go through formal channels with my brother Thorbane or my father’s representatives. I only handle Western Border commercial operations.”
My indifference and bureaucratic tone clearly caught him off guard. He seemed like he wanted to say more, but I didn’t give him the chance.
“If that’s all, Alpha Kirby, I have another meeting starting soon.” I checked my watch, effectively dismissing him.
Kirby’s POV (RoguePack – Western Border Headquarters)
The moment I stepped into Leslie’s office, I regretted it.
Everything in this place radiated her strength and status-the vast space, the cutting-edge tech, the skyline outside filled with symbols of wealth and power… And she-seated calmly behind that massive desk-composed, confident, cold. The Alpha energy around her was undeniable. She looked every bit the natural queen.
All the apologies and explanations I’d rehearsed on the way here now felt hollow and pathetic under her icy gaze.
She didn’t even look at me. Kept working. Spoke to me like I was a nameless Pack delegate.
Pack affairs? She told me to go to Thorbane? What did she think I was? Just another low-level envoy needing to file a report?
Lance howled inside me, furious. The sting of humiliation burned in my chest. She dares ignore us like this? Kirby! Show her who she’s dealing with!
But I couldn’t. This was Rogue territory. More importantly, I no longer had… any right to command her. The severed bond still throbbed faintly-a cruel reminder.
I tried to bring up the land deal we’d previously negotiated, hoping it might give me some kind of foothold. Even a professional one.
“About that property in Central City…”
“Liam will coordinate with your team,” she interrupted, not even glancing up. “Details of the partnership and revenue split will follow standard business protocols. There’s nothing between us that requires a personal conversation.”
There it was again-cold, mechanical, like she was addressing a stranger.
“Leslie!” I finally snapped, stepping forward, voice tight with barely contained frustration. “Is this really all we have left between us?”
She finally looked up.
Those eyes that once brimmed with affection and tenderness… now reflected nothing but my own pathetic state-and a trace of naked irritation.
“What else could there be?” she asked softly, with a thread of mockery. “Alpha Kirby, what exactly were you hoping for? Friendship? Or… something more?”
I had no words.
Just then, Liam knocked on the door. “Governor, your video meeting with Tempest Pack is about to start.”
“Understood.” Leslie gave a small nod, then looked at me-or rather, toward the door behind me. “Alpha Kirby, I’m busy. Liam, see him out.”
She didn’t even walk me to the door herself. She left it to her assistant.
I stood there, stiff, watching her bow her head once more to her work, as though I had never been there. A crushing sense of defeat and unspeakable loss settled over me.
I turned and left without another word. Each step heavier than the last.
Lance let out a pained, furious growl inside me.
We… had really lost her.
Leslie’s POV (RoguePack – Western Border Headquarters)
The affairs of the Western Border were even more complex than I had imagined-but also more rewarding. Each day was filled with decisions and unexpected challenges, leaving me no time to dwell on unpleasant people or events. Asphodel, too, seemed to enjoy the sensation of commanding from the center of power. She’d grown more composed, and our coordination had reached an even sharper synchronicity.
Liam entered with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. “Governor, this is brewed to your preferred blend. It should help quickly restore your mental stamina.”
“Thank you, Liam.” I took the cup, sipping once. Warmth spread through me. “Any new updates from Apex Industries?”
“No significant breakthroughs yet,” Liam reported. “Their core research facilities are heavily secured. Our intel team is still working to infiltrate. However, surface-level reports suggest they’re seeking new investment partners to expand their research scale.”
“Oh?” A flicker of interest sparked in my eyes. “Keep digging. Report immediately if anything moves.”
Just then, my personal phone buzzed. It was a secure transmission from my third brother, Carl.
“Leslie,” came Carl’s languid voice, “got a bit of fun news. That restless little pup from Crimson Moon, Slyvana-seems she’s been using some underground contacts to hire paparazzi and info brokers. She’s trying to dig up dirt on you.”
I raised an eyebrow. Slyvana? That idiot still hadn’t learned her lesson?
“Let her try,” I said coolly. “She’s just a stray dog now. She can’t stir up anything worth caring about. Just make sure the hacking team keeps an eye out-I don’t want anything truly disgusting leaking.”
I couldn’t muster any interest for such a low-level nuisance. Asphodel didn’t even bother to open her eyes. Pathetic little fly.
“Got it,” Carl chuckled. “But seriously, you’ve been getting a lot of attention lately. You’re bound to attract jealous eyes. Just watch yourself.”
“I know, Carl.”
I was about to return to my reports when the office door opened again-and in walked my eldest brother, Thorbane. He was carrying an insulated food container that gave off a distinct, icy-sweet aroma unique to the frostfruit of the northern territories.
“You’ve been working too hard lately,” Thorbane said, setting the container on my desk. “Had the kitchen prepare some snow pear stew for you.”
A warmth bloomed in my chest. Since I returned, Thorbane had taken meticulous care of me. Sometimes, he even felt more like a doting father than a brother.
“Thank you.” I opened the container. The rich scent wafted out. “But big brother, you’ve been stopping by an awful lot lately. Isn’t the Pack headquarters busy these days?” I teased.
Asphodel snickered quietly inside me.
A rare flicker of awkwardness crossed Thorbane’s handsome face. He coughed. “The Western Border is a strategic asset. It’s only right that I check in.”
“Oh? Is that so?” I deliberately dragged out the words. “I thought maybe… big brother’s intentions weren’t entirely about business?”
Thorbane glared at me-but his look lacked bite. He quickly changed the subject. “I heard Tempest Pack is sending envoys soon to discuss border trade?”
“Mm. That’s true.” I nodded, watching his carefully casual expression. My suspicions only grew stronger.