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“Stop right there!” he snapped, suddenly impatient. “Add Rowan to the Moon Goddess Relic Project team. That’s an order.”
“I heard you,” I said with a nod. His expression softened slightly-until I continued, “But I can’t do that.”
“What did you say?!”
“It wouldn’t be fair to the others who’ve been working hard for the Pack.”
“Leslie!” Drax’s face turned red as he raised his voice. “You think you’re untouchable just because Lord Thorbane favors you? You think I won’t rally the Council-“
“To impeach me?” I cut him off coldly, my eyes narrowing as I swept a calm, sharp glance over his stunned expression. “You think the Council would risk going after a Governor personally appointed by the King-just for the sake of Rowan?”
“If you don’t believe me, go ahead. Try to raise the motion. But you may find I’m not the only one who ends up under scrutiny.”
I watched the color drain from Drax’s face-red, then white, then a sickly shade of green- before turning on my heel and walking out without the slightest hesitation.
Putting leeches like him in their place always put me in a better mood.
That weekend, Astrid invited me out for a shopping spree, and I gladly accepted.
We went to the most elite luxury district in Central City, tailored specifically for supernatural beings. Inside a jewelry boutique called “Tears of the Stars,” Astrid fell in love with a necklace rumored to be the final masterpiece of the famous dwarven designer, Pierre.
Just as we were about to try it on, a shrill voice rang out from behind us.
“She’s trying that on? As if she could afford it. Salesgirl, be careful-if her cheap stink gets on it, no one will buy it!”
Slyvana. Again.
She strutted toward us with her little entourage, full of herself as always.
After what happened at the ceremony, I was surprised she even dared show her face.
“What’s it to you?” Astrid snapped, her smile instantly vanishing.
“It’s absolutely my business!” Slyvana said smugly. “Salesgirl, I want that necklace. Don’t let anyone else touch it-I don’t want it getting ‘dirty.””
She shot me a smug look, clearly trying to reclaim some shred of pride.
The salesgirl hesitated. “But these two ladies arrived first…”
“What did you say? I’m your top-tier VIP client! I have first pick, always!” Slyvana barked, glaring at me with triumph.
The sales associate could only offer us an apologetic glance and reached out for the necklace.
But I gently pressed my hand on the jewelry box, smiling faintly.
From my bag, I pulled out a card crafted from pure obsidian and mithril, etched with complex royal sigils.
It was a gift from Carl on my eighteenth birthday-one of only ten “Royal Black Gold Cards” ever issued, jointly recognized by every major luxury brand worldwide.
The moment the salesgirl saw the card, she gasped, her entire expression shifting to something close to reverence.
She immediately gave me a deep, respectful bow. “Your… Your Highness! I’ll have it wrapped at once!”
Ignoring the slack-jawed Slyvana, the associate moved quickly and carefully to box the necklace.
“This… this is fake! You’ve all been fooled!” Slyvana shrieked in disbelief.
The store manager rushed over upon hearing the commotion. After confirming the card’s authenticity, he turned to Slyvana with a stern, professional smile and made a sweeping gesture toward the door. “Miss, I’m going to have to ask you and your friends to leave. We need to clear the floor and provide private service to our most distinguished guest.”
“Out of my sight,” Astrid added mercilessly. “She’s ruining the air in here.”
As security escorted her out, the furious humiliation in Slyvana’s eyes brought me the deepest, most genuine satisfaction I’d felt in days.
Leslie’s POV
After using the Royal Black Gold Card to humiliate Slyvana into retreating from the jewelry shop, I accompanied a very satisfied Astrid for a little more shopping.
Our bond as sisters only deepened through moments like this-fighting side by side against a common enemy.
As evening approached, I was just about to return to the Governor’s Mansion to tackle the mountain of pending work when Amala’s emergency call came through.
“Babe, I need a favor. Big time.” Amala’s voice was crisp, direct, and left no room for argument. “Tonight’s the once-every-three-years Blood Moon Hunt Festival in Central City. One of my fighters-just won champion at the Blood Ring Arena-needs a proper escort for the Glory Night segment. I’m not in town, and after thinking it through… only my queen has the presence and authority to carry the stage.”
The Blood Moon Hunt Festival? Of course I knew it.
It was the grandest festival on the continent, hosted by the ancient and neutral Watcher Pack.
The Glory Night segment was the highlight-an elite social showcase where the top Packs flaunted strength, wealth, and forged high-level political alliances.
I’d meant to decline. But then I realized this was a rare chance to connect with other Pack leaders and expand my influence beyond Westview.
Not to mention, Kirby and his entourage would surely be there.
I didn’t mind letting them see-again-just how radiant my life had become.
“Alright. Send me the location.”
“Knew I could count on you!” Amala cheered. “The dress and your date are already on their way. His name’s Skoll-an elite lone wolf, fresh from the arena. He’s strong, obedient, and easy on the eyes. Just treat him like a well-trained bodyguard.”
After the call, I raised an eyebrow.
Amala’s efficiency had always been one of the few constants I could rely on.
In less than ten minutes, a sleek black sports car-styled like a Rogue Pack panther-pulled up silently in front of me.
The door opened, and out stepped a tall, ruggedly handsome young Alpha, his steeped in power and just a hint of lingering bloodlust from the arena. presence
“Governor Leslie,” he said, giving a precise warrior’s salute. His deep, magnetic voice carried quiet strength. “It’s an honor to serve as your escort tonight.”
He handed me a mithril-crafted case. Inside was a deep crimson gown, woven from genuine moonlight silk-flawlessly tailored for tonight’s occasion.
The Blood Moon Hunt Festival was set deep within a massive, ancient forest, protected by primordial barriers.
At the center stood a vast open-air altar built from monolithic stones and ancient timber.
The air was thick with ritual energy, the savory scent of roasted meat, and the restrained of hundreds of top-tier Alphas and their pheromones.
Linked arm in arm with Skoll, I stepped into the venue-and all eyes turned to us. power
As the newly crowned arena champion, Skoll already commanded attention. But I, as Westview’s Governor from the Rogue Pack, radiated the kind of mystery and danger that only real power could give.
I spotted Eric, surrounded by a group of flirtatious she-wolves, but the moment he saw me, his gaze locked on mine. He gave me a resigned yet intrigued smile.
And then I saw them-seated at the most honored position near the altar-Crimson Moon Pack’s acting matriarch Belle, and her ever-bitter daughter, Slyvana.
They saw me too. Belle’s eyes flickered with a flash of cold malice, nearly hidden.
Slyvana, on the other hand, made no effort to disguise the pure venom in her glare.
Persistent little ghosts.
The climax of the festival was the “Glory Offering.”