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But the moment I passed through the main gates and the wind hit my face, I regretted everything.
How the hell was I going to explain this to those two furious Alpha bastards back home?
If I’d just held back a little-
The whole ride back to the estate, I was a wreck.
And the second I stepped inside, my furious father hurled a teacup straight at my head.
“You idiot! You’ve got the nerve to come back?!”
I pressed my lips together, ready to make up some excuse. “Leslie, she-“
“She already called me,” he cut in with a roar. “Said you walked in there mocking her with that holier-than- thou tone. Slyvana, what the hell is inside that head of yours? Straw?!”
I froze.
I hadn’t expected Leslie to beat me to the punch-to shut down every route of retreat I had.
There was nothing I could say now that he’d believe.
What rotten luck.
That b*tch Leslie had played me again.
Leslie’s POV
Ever since Crimson Moon Pack admitted defeat, my life had finally quicted down a bit.
To help me relax, my friend Astrid-an Alpha like me-invited me to a party specially hosted for young werewolves.
I was tired, sure, but it had been a while since I went out to unwind, so I agreed.
Astrid didn’t take me to some noisy bar. Instead, we arrived at a villa perched high above the city with a stunning view of the night skyline.
“Where is this?” I asked, curious.
“One of my friends is hosting a killer party here tonight,” Astrid replied, grinning. “I heard she invited a ton of single male werewolves with really, really nice-smelling pheromones.”
The moment we stepped through the front door, every eye turned to us.
I could feel it in the air-the curious, intrigued, and even slightly awed pheromones swirling around from the Alphas and Betas.
Astrid leaned in and whispered with a teasing smile, “See anyone you like? Go ahead and mark him and take him home…”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“It’s about the experience, babe,” she giggled, sticking out her tongue. “I’m gonna go say hi to the host. You chill.”
I nodded and found a quiet terrace to sit down.
Just as I was about to pull up the Westview reports on my phone, a man approached me-his Alpha pheromones thick, cheap, and reeking of arrogance. The stench was practically an announcement: Look at me, I’m rich and full of myself.
He wore a flashy designer suit that screamed “money with no taste,” and his bedroom eyes were filled with sleazy interest. No doubt he was some third-rate Alpha coasting off his family name with no actual skills.
His gaze on me was shameless, his desire barely hidden.
“Princess Leslie of the Rogue Pack,” he drawled, as if trying to sound seductive. “You’re even more… delectable than your holo-image on the continental web.”
“Another clueless, brain-dead hyena,”
Asphodel, my Wolf, let out a disgusted snort in the back of my mind.
I gave him a flat look and nodded without expression. That was as much acknowledgment as he was going to get from me.
I couldn’t even be bothered to identify his pathetic little Pack crest. Honestly, this kind of pick-up line? Crude and prehistoric.
Lucas’ POV as My Pack isn’t big, but we pride ourselves on reading the room. g to find Crimson Moon Pack’s heir, Kirby, and negotiate a deal for some crystal
I overheard his friend Leiss mention the name Leslie. And right away, arted throwing back hard liquor without saying a word. how Crimson Moon Pack’s business took a nosedive because of her. gave me an idea. e Leslie in public-really make her look bad-maybe I could score some brownie points with Kirby. Hell, if he’s pleased enough, he might even throw my Pack a bone when it comes to trading resources.
Rogue Pack doesn’t have much influence in the Westview anyway. And with Crimson Moon Pack backing me, what’s there to be afraid of? Even if Rogue Pack tries something, I’ll be protected.
I looked over at the gorgeous woman sitting alone on the terrace.
And my courage swelled.
I deliberately released my Alpha pheromones, flooding the area with a heavy, aggressive presence. Crude? Sure. But sometimes, brute force gets results.
She was just a woman Kirby had dumped. So what if she was now the Lycan King’s daughter? In the Alpha world, strength reigns supreme.
“Queen”? Please. That’s just a fancy title.
At the end of the day, she was still just a discarded ex-fianc?e of Crimson Moon Pack’s heir. What’s there to be proud of?
Leslie’s POV
That low-ranking Alpha clearly wasn’t pleased. He let out a mocking laugh. “So the queen of Rogue Pack is doing the strong independent woman act now? Refusing friendly advances from other Alphas? What’s the matter-too proud to play nice?”
His dismissive tone made it clear-he thought I was all bark and no bite.
My expression remained calm, the corners of my lips lifting into a cold, mocking smile. “That’s right. I’m not interested in bottom-of-the-barrel trash like you.”
No need for theatrics-just one look was enough. I released the full force of my Alpha pheromones, the purest, highest-ranking bloodline of Rogue Pack royalty, like an invisible iceberg crashing down. His pathetic attempt at provocation was instantly crushed beneath its weight.
And he thought he could throw his pheromones at me?
I didn’t want to waste another second in this place. I stood up immediately and headed off to find Astrid.
The stir we caused hadn’t gone unnoticed-more than a few wolves had picked up on the tension.
That low-rank Alpha, already flushed pale from being suppressed by my presence alone, now looked utterly humiliated. Embarrassment turned to rage. Before I could walk away, he lunged forward and grabbed my arm, shouting:
“Leslie, you really think you’re some kind of big shot? You’re just the woman Kirby dumped! So tell me- how many credits does it take to get you in bed, huh? I’ve got plenty-“
Before he could finish his sentence, a glass of crimson-red Moon Goddess’ Kiss, shards and all, smashed straight across his face.
My movements were faster than he could ever react to.
I dusted off my arm with deliberate calm. My voice was frigid. “A filthy mouth like yours needs a proper rinse. And you? You think you’re qualified to touch me?”
I glanced him up and down with a sneer. “The combined assets of your whole family probably don’t even match my monthly allowance.”
Compared to this pathetic, seething Alpha, I was royalty-unshakable, untouchable.
I smirked, my presence exuding an overwhelming nobility-an air of innate superiority no one else in this room could rival.
Lucas’ POV
Rage burned through my chest like wildfire. I could barely hold back the urge to snap.
In front of this entire crowd of wolves-she did this to me?