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I was being pushed back step by step. My hands curled into fists, fury bubbling up, ready to explode-when suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and held me steady.
I looked up.
Carl.
His profile was as perfect as ever, chiseled and sharp. But his expression was anything but calm. Storm clouds brewed in his eyes, dark and violent.
“And which outlets do you all represent?”
His voice was cold enough to sting, cutting through the noise like a blade. His gaze swept over the crowd with force that couldn’t be ignored.
The reporters hesitated, the tension breaking just a little. But one dumb rookie still had the guts to push forward.
“Princess Leslie-was the accident your fault or not?”
I let out a laugh, sharp and bitter.
“I’m not one of your little industry celebrities. I don’t owe you answers to your garbage questions. And if you block me again, next time I won’t just use words.”
I paused, took a breath, then looked them all straight in the eye.
“And whatever mess Kirby and Liana are caught up in, don’t drag me into it. Trying to ride my spotlight? Dream on.”
I pushed past Carl and walked away without looking back. Behind me, the crowd exploded with noise, but I didn’t hear a single word of it.
Back at home, the anger still hadn’t left my chest. All I could see in my mind were those smug questions, that pathetic girl’s face.
Right in front of Carl. I pulled out my phone and called Michael-our Pack’s top hacker.
“Michael. I don’t care what it costs. I want three straight days of trending topics. First one has to be this
-Fuck Kirby and Liana.”
I bit the words out through my teeth, rage unfiltered.
This time. I was going to make damn sure they understood what it cost to piss off the Queen of Rogue Pack.
Kirby’s POV
The atmosphere in the office was heavy, like the air right before a thunderstorm. It pressed down on everything.
I stared at the screen, at the blazing red headline on the network’s trending board. My face had gone completely dark.
The top story screamed like a blade aimed straight at me.
“F*ck Kirby and Liana”
She’d written it loud. Clear. Uncensored. Her name attached to it.
And the comments below? They made it even worse.
This is the queen’s revenge!”
“Scumbag couple go to hell! All hail Queen Leslie!”
“Leslie, focus on your empire. Men aren’t worth it!”
Every post was a punch to the face. Every sentence a reminder of just how far my Pack’s image had fallen.
My Wolf growled deep inside me, furious, unstable. Rage poured through my veins like lava.
Leslie.
She’d dared to humiliate me in front of the world. Dared to drag down the entire Icefang Pack like it was nothing.
“Mr. Kirby…”
Malach’s voice trembled as he stood beside me.
“The backlash is starting to affect our Pack’s stock. If we don’t respond soon, the Alphas and elders will demand answers.”
My fists clenched tight, knuckles cracking. I fought back the urge to flip the entire desk.
“Find out who sent those reporters after Leslie.”
The words came out through my teeth, cold and sharp.
Malach swallowed hard.
“It… it was Miss Slyvana…”
“Get her in here. Now.”
Slyvana’s POV
They brought me to the Crimson Moon Pack’s headquarters-my brother Kirby’s office..
They confiscated my phone and every comm device I had.
Two stone-faced enforcers flanked me like I was a prisoner, not a Pack member. They didn’t escort me. They dragged me.
The weak Beta Wolf inside me trembled in the presence of pure Alpha dominance that filled the room like ice-cold smoke.
I forced down my rising panic and looked up at the man behind the desk-my brother in name, if not in mood.
“Kirby, what’s this about? Why’d you call me in?”
He looked up slowly. His dark eyes were like black ice, and just as cold.
The force of his Alpha pheromones surged across the office in an instant. Invisible, unstoppable, suffocating.
“You tell me.”
His voice could have cracked glass.
I flinched. My Wolf recoiled. But I still refused to admit anything.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t?”
He let out a cold laugh. No amusement in it. Just ice.
He raised his voice slightly, sharp and final.
“Bring him in.”
Malach, his assistant, responded immediately. He shoved that low-level human reporter-the one I’d paid off-straight through the office doors.
The second the man saw me, he put on a ridiculous smile and bowed at the waist.
“Mr. Kirby, Miss Slyvana-good afternoon.”