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And the energy radiating off her… even I could feel it. The unmistakable power of a ruler.
I had to admit-we all underestimated her. Kirby did. Belle did. And I did.
We tried to bury a phoenix in the mud, thinking she’d stay there forever.
But she didn’t. She rose again, brighter than ever, and more dangerous than we’d imagined.
I fought to keep my anger in check, trying to resolve this with reason.
“Leslie,” I said, softening my tone. “You were mistreated in Crimson Moon Pack. That’s true. Slyvana came today because she genuinely wants to apologize. Whatever your terms are, say them.”
“I don’t accept apologies. And I’m not giving back the relic.” Cold. Unmoved.
“What the hell do you want then?” My temper finally cracked, boiling over.
“I don’t want anything.” She glanced down at her files. “If that’s all, Alpha, I have work to do.”
She was dismissing me.
I snorted and narrowed my eyes. It was time to play my final card.
“T gave you a chance. Don’t blame me for what happens next.” I pulled out my encrypted communicator. “Everything you have now-all of it-is a gift from the Rogue Pack royals. Without their favor, you’re still a backwater Omega from some no-name border Pack. And no matter what Thorbane thinks of you, he’s not the true ruler of Rogue Pack. If King Lars of Lykan himself were to order you to return the relic… tell me, what do you think would happen?”
Leslie’s POV
As the leader of Crimson Moon Pack, Marcus Crimson Moon Pack naturally had access to directly contact my father-King Lars of Lykan.
He looked at me with nothing but threat in his eyes.
I paused for a few seconds, then smiled wider and gestured with a polite “please, go ahead.”
Was I scared?
Asphodel was practically rolling on the floor laughing inside my head.
My father? Turning on his own daughter for some outsider’s petty agenda? What a joke.
Marcus’s eyes turned cold. Seeing I wasn’t backing down, he connected to the royal encrypted line without hesitation.
Slyvana watched me with gleeful anticipation, like she was seconds away from watching me crash and burn.
The screen lit up, and my father’s face appeared-calm, sharp, and steeped in natural authority.
“Crimson Moon Pack Alpha,” he said leisurely, though his voice left no room for nonsense, “what brings you to me?”
Marcus gave a dry chuckle. “Your Majesty Lars. I heard you’ve been hunting in the Northern Territory lately. You must be in good spirits…”
“When you’re old, you need to get out more. If there’s nothing urgent, I’ll hang up. The Thunderfang Legion is waiting on my orders.”
Clearly, my father wasn’t in the mood for small talk,
Marcus changed tactics. “Your Majesty, did you know your son, Thorbane, has been getting quite close to a very shameless woman?”
“Oh? I hadn’t heard.”
“Thorbane is a capable man, takes after you. But if he lets a woman drag him down, wouldn’t that be a waste?”
“She’s just a woman. What disaster could she possibly cause?” My father gave a cold chuckle.
Marcus cast me a sidelong glance, then said meaningfully, “This woman isn’t simple. She divorced my son not long ago, then immediately got herself propped up by Thorbane and handed the Westview governorship. Now she’s turning the whole region upside down. Don’t you think it’s time you stepped in?”
With anyone else, such provocation might have actually worked.
Too bad for him-my father was the king of the entire continent.
He let out a lazy chuckle, his tone bland but final. “Crimson Moon Pack Alpha, maybe focus on managing your own Pack. I trust my son’s judgment. Oh-looks like my target’s moving. Goodbye.”
The screen went dark.
Marcus’s face twisted into a spectacular expression. He cursed under his breath, eyes snapping back to me in fury, clearly unwilling to accept defeat.
“You got lucky. But don’t think this is over. You think the Rogue Pack royals are some kind of saints? Lars’s methods are far more ruthless than you realize!”
I smiled slightly. “No need to worry about that. After all…” I paused, letting my gaze flash ever so slightly, “I am part of the Rogue Pack royals.”
Sooner or later, that truth would come out anyway. I was curious what Marcus would feel once he realized just how far he’d miscalculated.
He snorted dismissively, clearly thinking I was delusional.
But I had no intention of entertaining them any longer.
I knew calling my father had been his final card.
And now that card was off the table, I had nothing left to worry about.
“If that’s all, Alpha, you may leave now. Watch your step on the way out-wouldn’t want you to fall and leave me stuck with the liability.” I pressed the internal call button, and Liam quickly entered.
“Your instructions, Your Excellency?”
“Show them out.”
“Of course. Alpha, Miss Slyvana-this way, please.”
Marcus clenched his jaw, face thunderous, and stalked out. Slyvana followed, fuming with reluctance.
As they walked away, I could clearly hear Marcus already yelling at her down the hall.
“I was dead wrong about Leslie, that damn woman! She spends three years living in our Pack, and now look at her-completely twisted!”
Living in luxury? I let out a cold laugh.
Those three years-he’d never understand who was enjoying themselves and who was walking through hell.
Kirby’s POV – Crimson Moon Pack Headquarters
Father returned from Westview.
No roaring. No outbursts. Just a deep, soul-crushing exhaustion that clung to him as he locked himself away in the family chamber.
A heavy silence blanketed the entire Crimson Moon Pack territory.
I knew then-he had failed.
The Ancestor’s Fang, the very symbol of our Pack’s legacy, was still in her hands.
“Alpha Kirby…” Malach, my chief aide, stepped in cautiously. There was hesitation and conflict written across his face.
“What is it?” My voice was hoarse, thick with defeat.
“It’s about Miss Leslie…” Malach took a breath, summoning his courage. “There are some things I think you ought to know.”
He placed an old camera on my desk.