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“Eric,” I said, turning away from his intense gaze, “don’t waste your time on me.”
“Whether it’s a waste or not, I’ll decide that,” he said with a confident smile. “Leslie, if fate brought us together, there’s a reason. And me? I’ve got time.”
Eric’s POV
I watched Leslie’s cold but slightly lost profile. The urge to claim her wrapped around my soul like wild vines, choking out all else.
I knew, of course, she felt nothing for me-yet.
I knew the scar Kirby left inside her was deep-cut to the bone.
But so what?
I’m Eric. And if I want something-even if it’s the moon in the sky-I’ll reach up and take it.
Kirby, that fool, threw away a priceless gem with his own hands.
And me? I’m going to lift that gem out of the mud, wipe away the grime, and make it shine brighter than ever before-right in my hands.
I’ll make sure every werewolf across the continent knows: what Kirby cast aside, I cherish beyond all measure.
I’ll make sure that idiot spends the rest of his life drowning in regret and envy.
Because this… this isn’t just a pursuit.
It’s a war. A war between Alphas-for honor, and for a mate.
And I have no intention of losing.
Leslie’s POV
The day after the Silvermoon Salon incident, I received good news from my eldest brother, Thorbane.
After being publicly exposed for his scandal with Rowan-and for conspiring with outside forces to undermine my rule-Elder Drax had completely fallen from power.
All of his shares and assets within the Rogue Pack were quietly and effortlessly acquired by my brother-at a generous “friendship price,” no less.
And the final beneficiary of those holdings was me-Leslie of the Rogue Pack.
“Leslie,” my brother chuckled through the communicator, “we’ve finally swept out that old fox. Westview is all yours now.”
“Thank you,” I said sincerely.
“No need for that between us,” he replied fondly. “By the way, I heard that Frost Pack kid has been doting on you quite a bit lately?”
I let out a resigned laugh. “Carl told you?”
“That troublemaker is practically begging to throw you the grandest wedding in the entire continent,” he laughed. “But seriously, Leslie-Eric might come off a bit flippant, but he’s capable, shrewd, and-most importantly-genuinely devoted to you. You might want to… at least consider it.”
“We’ll see.” I ended the call, but something stirred faintly in my chest.
I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows in my office and looked out over the vast stretch of land that now belonged to me. The sun was warm. The sky was clear,
Rowan and Drax-two ticking time bombs that had lingered at my side-had finally been neutralized for good.
And the “Ancestor Fang,” the Crimson Moon Pack’s sacred relic, now sat casually above my fireplace as nothing more than a trophy.
Kirby-the man I once loved to the point of self-destruction, and hated down to my marrow- could now do nothing but watch helplessly as I toyed with his Pack’s prized possession.
At long last, I had seized full control of my fate.
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And the taste of victory… was sweet.
Kirby’s POV
Humiliation.
Rage.
Helplessness.
Jealousy.
For the past few days, I’ve lived in a kind of hell-burned over and over again by those four feelings without a moment’s relief.
I watched as Leslie obliterated every voice of dissent within her territory with thunderous precision.
I watched as Eric-like some smug brat-stood beside her, flaunting his strength and adoration without restraint.
I watched as the continent’s entire Pack network painted them as some destined power couple, on the brink of sealing a lifelong bond.
And me? I could do nothing.
I didn’t even have the right to appear before her.
“Alpha…” My chief aide, Malach, stepped in carefully, his face laced with sympathy. “Maybe… you should rest.”
I ignored him and knocked back the last of the liquor in my glass.
Then I picked up my terminal and opened Leslie’s Moonbook profile-again.
The post about the “unknown beast fang” was still pinned to the top.
The bidding had already skyrocketed to an astronomical figure,
But the most recent-and most gut-wrenching-comment came from Eric.
He hadn’t placed a bid. Instead, using his verified Frost Pack account, he’d left one line beneath her post:
“Darling, don’t sell it. If you like it, I’ll have them dig up the beast’s entire skeleton and ship it to you.”
I stared at the comment-so smug, so deliberately provocative-and before I knew it, my hand clenched and shattered the screen in my grip.
What a disgrace.
Leslie’s POV
The chaos at Silvermoon Salon had, in the bloodiest and most efficient way possible, solidified my rule over Westview.
Every fence-sitter, every schemer who once wavered in loyalty, now bowed before me with the utmost humility.
Life, for the first time in a long while, seemed to settle into a moment of peace.
That day, I received a visit from a guest I hadn’t expected.
My eldest brother-Thorbane.
Among all my brothers, Thorbane was the calmest, the most composed-he reminded me most of our father, Lars. As the heir apparent to the Rogue Pack’s commercial empire, everything about him exuded quiet power and calculated authority.
“Thorbane!” I greeted him with genuine joy.