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One by one, each of those who had hurled insults at her were silenced by that same graceful punishment.
Moonlight cascaded across their bodies like a quiet judgment, and one by one, their voices were stolen.
“Any who dare insult me or the honor of the Rogue Pack royal family with words or deeds,” Leslie said, her voice sweeping through the livestream like a divine edict, “will face the same fate. Your silence shall be the eternal reminder of your crimes.”
Dead silence fell across the stream.
Everyone watching this “trial” was shaken to their core.
She didn’t resort to bloodshed-she’d gone further. She’d stripped these reporters of the one thing they relied on: their voices.
To those who lived by the word, it was a punishment worse than death.
I stared at her on the screen. She looked like the moon goddess herself-cold, regal, unshakable. A surge of indescribable emotion swelled in my chest.
This wasn’t mere power.
This was strategy, justice, and authority, woven together into a single act.
She had shown the entire continent her strength and her resolve.
The woman who once appeared fragile before me… had now become a queen that could strike terror into the hearts of all who crossed her.
Just then, my comm buzzed again.
Leiss was calling back-his voice trembling with panic.
“Crimson Moon Pack! Kirby-did you see that?!”
“I saw it.” My voice cracked, hoarse beyond recognition. “I let a queen slip through my fingers.”
“No! That’s not what I mean!” Leiss sounded on the verge of tears. “Check her Moonbook page! She-she posted my nudes! Everyone on the continent has seen them now!”
I reflexively opened her official Moonbook profile.
There it was.
A photo so socially lethal it could ruin a werewolf’s life in a single scroll.
Pinned to the top of the page.
Beneath it was a caption, posted with her verified Westview Governor account.
“I heard someone wanted to make a scandal out of my private life?”
“Then why don’t we start by admiring the ‘manhood’ of Crimson Moon Pack’s finest… ‘brother’?”
Leslie POV
After publicly punishing more than a dozen leading reporters and exposing Leiss’s “nasty pics,” the entire PackNet fell into a strange, chilling silence.
All the slander, the venom, the rumors-vanished overnight.
Only a few scattered voices remained.
I knew I’d achieved my goal.
I had told the world, loud and clear, in blood and fire: I, Leslie of Rogue Pack, am no one’s punching bag.
I am a wolf who bites.
Just as I thought the storm had passed-just as I was ready to wait for the royal centennial and face off with Crimson Moon Pack on my terms-an unexpected comm request came through.
It was Kirby.
I hesitated for a moment, then accepted the call.
When his stern face appeared onscreen, I gave a short laugh. “What, here to give me another warning?”
He blinked. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Didn’t you Crimson Moon Pack folks scheme all this just to take me down a peg?”
Of course I knew the answer.
“Leslie,” Kirby sighed, “what you did today was too extreme. Violence only drives resentment deeper. Just return the item to Marcus, and I’ll take care of the rest. I’ll clean up the mess online.”
I burst out laughing. Bitter. Icy. Full of scorn.
He said nothing.
“Kirby,” I said, every word dipped in venom, “the two of you-one plays the villain, the other plays the good guy. You think that’ll make me obedient?”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. The gloves were off. It was time to be brutally clear.
“You people at Crimson Moon Pack dumped the dirtiest filth in the world on me. You insulted me with the lowest words you could find. You flipped truth and lies upside down-and now you want me to beg for forgiveness? To turn around and thank you for your generosity? Are you not sickened by yourselves?”
The air went cold.
Then another voice joined in-Leiss, in the background. “Leslie, this wasn’t Kirby’s doing.”
“So what?” My tone sharpened, cutting through the silence. “Isn’t he the heir to Crimson Moon Pack? Am I supposed to believe he had no part in every insult I took this week?”
I clenched my fists, forcing my voice to steady. I knew-deep down-I knew it wasn’t Kirby.
But what difference did that make?
It didn’t matter who pushed me into the pit. What mattered was, he stood there waiting for me to beg. Waiting to throw down a bone so I could crawl back, humiliated and grateful.
He waited to save me after watching me fall.
Funny how clearly you can see people once you stop loving them.
All the power plays, the careful calculations, every so-called solution-they were all built on the same assumption: Leslie doesn’t matter.
Even with Thorbane and Eric in my corner, even as I stood tall as Westview’s Governor, even with every eye on me now… none of that mattered.
To Crimson Moon Pack, I was still that weak, disposable Omega.
So they didn’t hesitate. They pushed. They crushed. They thought they’d ruin me forever.
Kirby POV
Every word from Leslie stabbed deep into my chest.
It hurt to breathe.
Every insult thrown at her had been unjust. I knew that. I knew all of it.
I’d been trying-these past few days-to find a way to fix this. But Marcus had pulled every string, used every connection, ramped up the attacks until they spread like wildfire. And he’d clipped my wings inside the Pack, blocked my authority, tied my hands.
At this point, unless Leslie backed down, there was no other way out.