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Crushed by public pressure, Leiss-who had over 800,000 followers-was forced to post an insincere apology from his official account.
And just like that, his scandal was confirmed. The tide had turned, and he had lost.
I shut off the tablet, expression unreadable.
That blow alone would keep him busy for a long time. Consider it my little response to his earlier schemes.
Kirby’s POV – Crimson Moon Pack Office
The office door slammed open.
Leiss stormed in, fuming, and hurled a data tablet onto my desk.
“Kirby! Your ex-wife is going to ruin me! This is harassment! Revenge!”
I glanced up from my documents. His face was twisted with anger and panic.
He jabbed at the tablet, which showed his own humbling apology post and the flood of mocking comments beneath it. “How could she do this to me?! All I did was help Slyvana teach her a lesson! Slyvana told me to! And now my wife’s threatening to break our mating contract! You’ve got to help me, Kirby!”
At the mention of Slyvana, the last of my patience vanished.
I leaned back in my chair, studying the guilt stamped across his face. My voice dropped into ice. “So… you helped my sister harass her online-and now she’s struck back?”
“I-” Leiss faltered, his whole body flinching.
“Good,” I said, teeth clenched. “You deserved it.”
He looked at me in disbelief. “Kirby?! What the hell? We’re brothers!”
“Brothers?” I laughed, bitter and sharp. “After I warned Slyvana to stay out of this, you still got involved. This is your mess, Leiss. I’m not bailing you out.”
He stared at me, stunned. Hurt. Furious.
But I was done. And even Lawrence, deep within me, stayed silent in agreement.
When an Alpha bares her fangs, only fools provoke her.
Now Leiss would face the consequences of his own stupidity.
The scandal surrounding Leiss simmered down after a few days.
What began as a minor information war ended as a successful counterattack-one that not only humiliated my enemies but also sent a very clear message inside Westview’s walls.
The ambitious wolves who had once eyed me with doubt now greeted me with careful smiles and lowered gazes. Their schemes? On hold. Their whispers? Silenced.
But of course, there are always a few who think themselves cleverer than they are.
Rowan, the Beta I had publicly humiliated during the challenge, strolled into my office today with a grin plastered across her face, holding a project proposal like it was a peace offering.
“Governor,” she said sweetly, placing the file on my desk with all the humility she could fake. “This is a new proposal I’ve come across. It’s from Bone Pack-they claim to have discovered a high-purity moonstone vein. They’d like to collaborate with Rogue Pack to develop it. I thought it was worth bringing to your attention.”
I took the document and flipped through it quickly.
The terms were undeniably tempting-almost too much so. The profit margins were skewed heavily in our favor. On the surface, it looked like a golden opportunity.
But my instincts said otherwise.
Asphodel growled low inside me, wary.
I closed the file and looked up at Rowan, a smile tugging at my lips-one that didn’t reach my eyes. “Beta Rowan, I appreciate your effort.” I deliberately emphasized her title.
She flinched just slightly, the smile on her face freezing for a heartbeat before she forced it back into place. “It’s my duty to ease your burdens, Governor.”
“Mm.” I nodded and set the folder aside. “In the future, please refer to me as ‘Governor’ or ‘Governor of Rogue Pack’ in formal settings. As for this project, it does sound promising-but before we invest anything, I want a full background check on Bone Pack. The most thorough report possible. Liam will follow up.”
My tone was calm, but the authority beneath it was absolute.
Rowan’s face twitched again. She understood exactly what I was doing-tightening my grip, sending a clear message.
She bowed and excused herself.
The moment she stepped out, Astrid burst in like a thunderstorm.
“I heard the whole thing just now!” she scoffed. “That woman? She’s definitely up to something. Bone Pack? Please. That’s a scam if I ever heard one.”
I smiled faintly. “I’ve already asked Liam to look into it.”
“No need!” Astrid grinned and held up her own tablet like a trophy. “I already ran a search through the Tempest Pack intel network. That so-called Bone Pack? Just a gang of Rogues cobbled together. No credibility whatsoever. And the moonstone vein? Already marked as depleted years ago-total junk. Rowan was trying to bait you into wasting resources so she could smear your name.”
Just as I thought.
A quiet chill rippled through me.
Clearly, a single slap wasn’t enough for someone like Rowan.
As I weighed my next move, Astrid shoved her tablet in front of my face again.
“What now?” I groaned, pushing the screen away.
“Amala’s in Westview! Let’s go find her!”
The tablet showed Amala’s grinning face. One of my oldest Alpha sisters-an ally from another Pack we’d known since our younger days.
I hadn’t seen her in nearly three years. Our contact had all but stopped. But the bond? Still strong as ever.
I smiled, warmth flickering to life in my chest. “Alright. Tonight.”
Asphodel stirred gently inside me, stretching out with ease. It, too, felt the quiet joy in the presence of old, true pack bonds.
For tonight-just one night-I could set aside the mantle of governor.
I could simply be Leslie of Rogue Pack again.
Leslie’s POV – Moon Bar
This Moon Bar was nothing like the one Astrid had taken me to before. It was far more refined, one of the more upscale venues in Central City, where even non-wolf darkbloods occasionally made an appearance.
Still, for all its polish, the air was just as thick with the heady scent of moonshine, sweat, pheromones, and primal energy-standard for any place wolves gathered to unwind.
Tonight, I was here with my sisters-Astrid and Amala Wood-to celebrate what we called my “rebirth.”
“To the Queen’s freedom!” Astrid cheered, lifting a crystal glass, her smile bright and unfiltered.
“To freedom!” Amala echoed.
I laughed, raised my glass, and clinked theirs before downing the burning liquid in one go.
The warmth of their friendship blazed through me, melting the frost left by betrayal. Asphodel let out a satisfied growl from within. It relished this moment-this true, untarnished Pack bond.
But peace, as always, was short-lived.
Across the room, I spotted two figures I’d rather never see again-Kirby and Leiss. The latter looked like he’d barely survived a storm. Clearly, the fallout from the scandal still clung to him.