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“Leslie, I…” The words came out choked, dragging behind them the weight of three years of guilt.
But she cut me off before I could even begin.
“Alpha Kirby, if you can’t act, then stop acting guilty for show.”
Her voice was sharp and cold. She glanced at the still-trembling Slyvana on the ground with a look of disdain.
“Apologies are cheap. And no, I don’t need your remorse,” she sneered. “Did you really think that one soft look, one cracked voice, would make me forget everything you let happen?”
She turned her eyes back to me-one last time.
“Three years ago, I was blind. I thought love was enough. That’s why I married you.”
“But I’m not blind anymore. And even if I had to dance with every devil in the world, I’d never again let your scent come within an inch of me.”
Leslie POV – Moon Goddess Gala Hall
As I spoke those words, it felt like I had carved out every wound I’d ever buried.
It hurt-deeply-but it left me lighter than I’d ever felt before.
I didn’t look back at Kirby, who now stood frozen, hollowed by what he could never undo. I didn’t care about the stares around us, whether they were pitying or shamed.
Eric stepped forward at just the right moment, his towering frame and steady Alpha presence forming a quiet shield between me and everything I’d left behind.
“I’ll take you home,” he said softly-seriously, with none of his usual teasing edge.
I nodded.
And without a single glance behind me, I walked away-shoulder to shoulder with him- leaving behind the temple that had witnessed every ounce of my pain… and the rebirth that followed.
Leslie POV – Outside the Moon Goddess Gala
The words I’d spoken inside-the ones that severed the last ties between me and that past-had drained every ounce of strength from me.
I didn’t want to stay there another second. That temple, heavy with false smiles, betrayal, and ghosts of pain, could rot without me.
Thorbane, always so attuned to my state, stayed close. His Alpha aura enveloped me like a silent shield, keeping the noise, the stares, and the leftover venom of the gala far away.
“It’s over, isn’t it, big brother?” I leaned my head against his arm, letting weariness slip into my voice. “Can we leave early? I’m exhausted…”
He reached up and gently ruffled my hair, his voice soft and full of quiet indulgence. “Of course. If you’re tired, we leave. No reason to stay for people who don’t matter.”
I smiled. No matter what the world threw at me, I still had this-family.
“Don’t we need to say goodbye to our host?” I asked.
“In the moment they allowed my sister to be humiliated,” Thorbane said calmly, “this gala’s hosts forfeited the right to courtesy.”
His voice was gentle, but the royal pride in his words was unmistakable. “Come. Father’s car is waiting.”
I nodded and took his arm as we walked toward the exit. Together, the two of us-one cold and regal, the other powerful and poised-moved through the crowd with silent command.
Wherever we passed, wolves stepped aside without needing to be asked, eyes lowered in instinctive reverence.
As we stepped out beneath the temple’s towering arches, a flash of red caught my eye.
Eric’s showy sports car slid up without a sound. He jumped out and rushed toward us.
“Lord Thorbane,” he greeted my brother with a flawless nobleman’s bow-earnest, respectful, precise.
Then his gaze shifted to me, that ever-charming glint back in his eyes. “Governor Leslie, would you mind letting me accompany you?”
“Mind. We’re not going the same way,” Thorbane replied coldly, before I could speak.
His tone was sharp, distant-the way he always was with outsiders.
Eric’s smile faltered for a second.
I couldn’t help laughing as I waved at him. “See you around, virgin boy.”
Eric flinched but didn’t argue. He knew better than to provoke my brother. All he could do was watch, lips tight in defeat, as we stepped into the sleek, obsidian-black vehicle emblazoned with the Rogue Pack royal crest.
As the car doors shut, I felt the skirt of my dress-a masterpiece inlaid with “Sea Star” diamonds-get caught in the doorframe.
Just as the car was lifting off the ground, Eric suddenly sprinted forward, startling everyone.
He knelt.
In front of the crowd.
One knee to the marble, he reached out carefully-reverently-and freed the edge of my gown. As if touching something sacred, he tucked the fabric inside, slow and gentle.
Then he looked up, smiling at me with a brilliance that was both sincere and utterly disarming.
“All set now. You’re good to go.”
To the crowd, it was unthinkable.
The infamous Alpha of Icefang Pack-kneeling like a servant.
But to me, it was a gesture I wouldn’t forget.
Kirby’s POV – Second Floor Balcony
I stood on the second-floor balcony, having seen everything that just happened. Leiss scoffed beside me.
“Eric, that lapdog-he’s got a real way with women. He actually had the nerve to make a move in front of Thorbane?”
Clearly, he assumed Leslie and Thorbane had some kind of thing going on too.
I ignored his idiocy and knocked back the rest of the liquor in my glass.
That burning liquid didn’t do a damn thing to chase away the cold sinking into my chest-or that unfamiliar, searing ache called jealousy.
I stared as that sports car-one that belonged to Rogue Pack royalty-disappeared into the night, a low, suppressed growl rumbling from my throat.
“Let’s go,” I rasped, turning away. “Call Ruben and the others. We’re going to the Den. I need a drink.”
What I really needed was alcohol. A lot of it. Enough to numb my nerves and drown the regret that was eating me alive.
Inside the deepest VIP room at the Den-a room reserved for top-ranking Alphas-I had already emptied several bottles by the time everyone arrived. Leiss tried to say something, probably to talk me down, but one cold glare from me shut him up fast.
When Ruben and the others walked in, they froze.
It had been years since they’d seen me like this-shattered, drunk, trying to drink my way out of a mess.
“Crimson Moon Pack, what the hell happened to you?”
Without a word, I downed another glass of biting whiskey, then looked up at all my so-called brothers with bloodshot, alcohol-glazed eyes.
“I’ve been married three years and never officially introduced you guys to Leslie,” I said, my voice thick from the booze, but with a seriousness that silenced the room. “Do you even… know her?”