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“Asphodel!” I called inward.
Our minds were as one. Asphodel instantly released her Alpha pressure.
Whooom! A wave of invisible force erupted from me.
Every low-ranking wolf was instantly thrown to the ground. The Alpha’s aura crushed them into submission, paralyzing them with fear.
The entire bar went dead silent. Even the pounding music cut off.
Every pair of eyes turned to me, wide with terror.
I shook out my hands as if brushing off an insect.
Then I walked over to the tampered dark beer on the bar and picked it up.
I strolled back to the one-eyed wolf, who was still curled up on the floor, and crouched down in front of him.
His eyes were wide with panic.
I grabbed him by the hair, yanked his head up, and poured the entire glass of black liquid down his throat.
“Enjoy,” I said, standing and dusting off my hands. My face was expressionless.
I helped Astrid to her feet-she was starting to sober up from the shock-and with every eye in the bar watching me like I was the devil, I calmly walked us out the door.
But the moment we stepped outside-
A barrage of blinding camera lights burst from every direction. A dozen figures holding video equipment jumped out of the shadows, filming us like mad.
I realized it instantly-this was a setup. Slyvana’s revenge.
I shielded Astrid with my body, blocking most of the cameras. “Go!” I whispered sharply.
We sprinted toward the car parked nearby. Despite the swarm of info hunters trying to block us, we managed to start the engine and peel away, leaving them behind in the dust.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city….
Leiss’ POV – Private Lounge
My communicator buzzed. It was the lead contact from the “info hunters” I had hired earlier.
“Mr. Leiss! We got it! Huge scoop-Leslie went crazy at Moon Bar! She beat the hell out of some guy-completely brutal. Broke both his arms, and get this-she forced him to drink an aphrodisiac. He was writhing on the floor, bones shattered, grinding his junk on the ground until he started bleeding… the video’s encrypted and already sent over! This will ruin her!”
I listened to the excited report, a smug smile creeping across my lips.
Leslie, aren’t you supposed to be powerful? Righteous?
Let’s see how you get out of this one.
“Excellent,” I said, pleased. “Edit the video. Cut out the early parts-focus on the violence. Make sure the release highlights her attacking. Then send it out immediately through all our anonymous channels. I want every werewolf to see just how savage their new Night Governor really is.”
Tch. She’s just a woman.
Kirby was too soft.
Leslie’s POV – Private Residence
Astrid and I sped away from Moon Bar, the flashing lights and rabid noise of the info hunters snapping at our heels like hyenas.
Inside the car, Astrid was still visibly shaken, her buzz mostly sobered up by the chaos.
“Leslie… those people just now… and that guy you-“
“It was a setup, Astrid,” I said, starting the engine and smoothly merging into the night. “Slyvana’s move. She’s trying to drag my name through the mud.”
Astrid’s face darkened with fury. “Those bastards! That’s the lowest trick I’ve ever seen!”
I let out a cold laugh. “Let them dance. The higher they jump, the harder they fall.” Asphodel growled with disdain inside me. This level of provocation wasn’t even worth our attention.
Back at my quiet and secure residence within Rogue Pack territory, I got a full night’s sleep.
But by morning, Astrid’s urgent voice jolted me awake.
“Leslie! Wake up-something’s happened! Look at the net!” She shoved a portable media tablet at me, her face flushed with anxiety and rage.
I took it. The moment I saw the screen, I wasn’t surprised.
Bar Assault #RoguePack Alpha Goes Berserk in Public #Uncontrolled Fury
Under the sensational headlines were carefully edited clips from last night at Moon Bar.
The footage only showed me snapping the one-eyed wolf’s arms, forcing the drugged drink down his throat, and the grotesque scene of him grinding his bloody groin on the floor. The context? Completely erased. They’d painted me as a vicious, violent lunatic with no self- control.
The comments section was a cesspool of speculation and slander, clearly amplified by bots or paid trolls.
“She always gave me bad vibes. No wonder Crimson Moon Pack kicked her out!”
“She’s terrifying! How could someone like that lead Rogue Pack?”
“Heard the Beta was innocent-just looked at her friend a little too long…”
“Lycan King needs to punish Leslie-hard.”
“Disgusting pigs!” Astrid was trembling with rage. “How can they twist the truth like this?! I’m going to my father-he’ll-“
“No need, Astrid.” I calmly switched off the tablet, my face unreadable.
Compared to the hell I went through in Crimson Moon Pack, this little smear campaign was laughable.
“But…” Astrid looked desperate. “This could ruin your reputation! And the Pack’s!”
“Rogue Pack won’t crumble because of one headline,” I said as I moved to the wardrobe. “Real allies won’t flinch over manjpulated footage. And those fence-sitters and enemies-do their opinions even matter?”
Asphodel yawned lazily in my mind. Foolish sheep, bleating after their shepherd. Not worth a second thought.
I picked a sharp, deep-blue tailored suit and tied my hair into a sleek ponytail.
There was a major meeting at Westview HQ today. Thorbane would be formally introducing me to the heads of each department. I didn’t have time to waste on online circus acts.
Just as I was about to leave, the old butler my father Lars had assigned to assist me hurried in, respectful but clearly uncomfortable.
“Governor, His Majesty… has prepared several vehicles for your use. They’re parked outside.”
Puzzled, I walked to the window and looked out.
In the courtyard were five or six luxury cars, each glowing faintly with powerful magical runes and radiating intense energy.
There was the sleek, predator-like Shadow Cruiser… the massive, mammoth-like Frostfang Conqueror… and even several clearly military-grade Thunderclaw Assault Units-all armored, armed, and elite.
“…Seriously?” I muttered.
The butler explained, “Upon hearing about last night, His Majesty was extremely concerned for your safety. These are the highest-grade vehicles from his private garage, specially reassigned for your use. He also said… a few custom models from the Human Kingdom with even stronger combat and defense features are currently being expedited…”