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My husband, my son, our entire Pack would be stained with a shame I could never wash away.
Hatred blazed in my eyes-pure, unfiltered madness.
“Twenty-five million!” I shouted the number, practically screaming it through gritted teeth. My heart felt like it was bleeding.
The hall erupted in a new wave of gasps.
The moment I said it, I practically collapsed into my seat. I didn’t even have that much to spend. I’d have to call Kirby later and make him pay for it.
But then… her voice came again-nightmarishly calm, terrifyingly cold.
“Thirty million.”
Thirty million!?
I closed my eyes in despair. My mind went blank.
When I finally came back to myself, all I heard was the sharp, definitive sound of a gavel.
“The Ancestor’s Fang,” the Watcher elder announced solemnly, “goes to Rogue Pack for thirty million credits!”
His words rang out like a public execution-nailing me to a pillar of disgrace.
Leslie’s POV – Blood Moon Hunt Festival, Backstage
The moment the Watcher elder’s gavel struck, the atmosphere of the entire festival shifted.
I could feel hundreds of eyes fixed on me-some reverent, some wary, some curious… but most gleamed with excitement, waiting for drama.
I, Leslie of Rogue Pack, had just spent thirty million credits in front of the continent’s most elite Packs to win Crimson Moon Pack’s most sacred relic-the Ancestor’s Fang.
This wasn’t just humiliation. It was open, brutal plunder-an unfiltered assault on a thousand- year-old Pack’s pride.
I kept my smile poised and elegant as the attendants led Skoll and me backstage to complete the transaction.
Sure enough, just as I was about to sign the ownership transfer, Belle and Slyvana came storming in, radiating fury.
“Leslie of Rogue Pack!” Belle’s voice was shrill with rage. Her pheromones, the heavy aura of an Alpha’s mate, surged toward me in an attempt to force me into submission. “What, did your eyes fall off your face? You don’t even know how to greet your elders now?”
Still clinging to that laughable matriarch act.
Skoll immediately stepped forward. The scent of blood and battle from the arena still clung to him, and he met Belle’s pressure head-on without flinching, locking it out with his own fierce energy.
I casually lifted the Ancestor’s Fang from within its crystal casing, studying it under the lights.
The ancient tooth pulsed with a dormant power. Near the root, a small red mark shaped like a blood droplet glistened faintly. No doubt about it-it was real.
“Oh, what a coincidence. The matriarch of Crimson Moon Pack’s here too.” I didn’t even look up as I spoke, as if I were greeting a stranger I barely remembered.
Belle’s face turned ghostly pale with rage. “You’ve really forgotten your place! Just because you’ve got the Rogue Pack royals backing you, you think that gives you the right to disrespect me? Don’t forget-I’m your mother!”
That actually made me laugh. “Someone’s memory must be getting foggy with age. I divorced your son a long time ago. If you want to be someone’s mother, you might want to check if they’re interested first.”
“Leslie! That’s not how you talk to your elders!” Slyvana tried to chime in, but her voice trembled. The memory of being crushed under my bloodline aura at the ceremony clearly hadn’t faded.
I let my smile fall away, eyes sweeping coldly across the two of them. “Planning to teach me a lesson?”
Belle drew a slow breath, as if remembering why she’d come, and forced herself to soften her tone. “Leslie, I’ll pay you the thirty million. Just hand over the item. I’ve already contacted Kirby-he’ll be here soon!”
She really thought dropping Kirby’s name would work on me now? That I’d fold like I did three years ago?
“Whether he comes or not, the item’s mine,” I said coldly, cutting her off. I handed my Royal Black Gold Card to the waiting staffer beside me. “Charge it.”
The staffer took the card with trembling hands, swiping it quickly and efficiently.
Thirty million credits. Spent in a single second. And I didn’t blink once.
“You don’t even need it,” Belle snapped. “What could you possibly want with it? You know it’s our Pack’s most sacred relic! That old Alpha-he treasures it more than his life! If it’s gone, he’ll be furious, maybe even-he’ll-don’t you have any heart?” Her voice cracked, and then-tears.
Really?
I watched her coldly, barely holding back a laugh. “If it means more to him than his life, then by putting it up for auction, weren’t you the one trying to kill him? If he spits blood over this, that’s on you. Why should I worry? I bought this through a legitimate process, with real money, and every wolf here saw it. I trust the Alpha understands the meaning of a ‘binding contract.”
Just then, the backstage door slammed open, a wave of power blowing through the room.
Kirby had arrived.
He stood in the doorway, tall and imposing, framed in light and shadow-his cold, dark eyes locked on the crystal dome in my hands.
Kirby’s POV – Blood Moon Hunt Festival, Backstage
The moment I arrived, I saw something I would never forget.
My mother and sister-begging. Practically pleading with the woman I had once discarded like she was nothing.
And that woman, my ex-wife, Leslie, stood there calm and detached, casually toying with Crimson Moon Pack’s most sacred relic-the Ancestor’s Fang.
“Do something about that bitch!” Slyvana shouted like she’d just seen her savior.
“Kirby, it’s her! She’s the one who stole the Ancestor’s Fang!” my mother cried out in desperation.
I didn’t answer either of them. My head felt like it was about to split open. I had rushed here from the Pack’s territory overnight just to deal with this mess they’d created.
“Leslie,” I said, voice hoarse, “you can’t take that with you.”
She raised an eyebrow, then scoffed and lifted the official ownership contract in her hand. “Look closely. This isn’t your Crimson Moon Pack estate. This is mine now. Black and white, signed and witnessed by the Watcher Elders.”
“If you’ve got time to throw a tantrum,” she added, her cold gaze sweeping toward my mother, “maybe use it to think about how you’re going to explain this to the old man. His precious relic went up for auction-and it doesn’t even belong to him anymore.”
My mother went completely white.
“Leslie,” I said, struggling to keep my anger down, “how much do you want to leave it behind?”
I knew it was the dumbest question. But money was the only tool I had left to fix anything.
She laughed. Bitter. Contemptuous.
“Leave it behind? You want it?” she said-and then did something no one expected.
She raised her hand and tossed the crystal dome containing the Ancestor’s Fang into the air, sending it hurtling toward the stone floor.
“Aah!” My mother and sister screamed in horror.
My body reacted faster than my brain-I lunged forward, trying to catch it before it shattered.
But just as my fingertips grazed the edge of the dome, a slender hand shot out and caught it midair, steady as stone.
Leslie.
She was just playing with us.
“What’s wrong, Alpha Kirby? Can’t buy it, so now you’re trying to steal it?” She twirled the priceless relic in her hand like a toy, staring at me with pure scorn as I froze, humiliated.