Filed To Story: Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath (Leslie and Kirby) Book PDF Free
He probably regretted letting that woman in to begin with.
“Oh? The Rogue Pack lady is too noble to play a little something for Frost Pack?” Natalia tilted her head and let out a mock sigh. “Or maybe…. I see. You don’t actually know how to play piano at all, do you?”
Her voice laced with fake pity and feigned surprise. But in her eyes-undeniable excitement and glee.
Eric cursed under his breath. “Leslie, just ignore her-“
…
He was about to step in when I grabbed his arm lightly, shooting a glance toward the stage.
I smiled, took a sip of my juice, and handed the glass off to a passing server.
With one hand holding up my skirt, I walked up the stage, calm and graceful.
Natalia stiffened. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, I reached out and took the mic from her hand.
“Step aside.”
There would be no more stages left for her after this.
I didn’t bother with her again. I turned to the audience, gave a polite bow, and approached the grand piano.
Everyone held their breath, surprised.
I sat down at the piano. My hands touched the keys-and before anyone could even brace themselves, the notes began to flow, clear and nimble, each one bursting with brilliance.
Kirby’s POV
Under the dazzling lights, Natalia faded into the background beside Leslie-just a shadow in comparison.
She stood there, radiant, her entire being wrapped in a soft, glowing aura that made her skin appear like porcelain, her presence elegant and commanding.
I had never seen her perform piano at a formal event before. Everything about her had always been a mystery-Rogue Pack’s media only revealed vague glimpses, never the full story.
Now, a song adapted from Pachelbel flowed from her fingertips, each note gentle and steady, graceful yet lively, carrying a deep, unwavering strength beneath the surface.
It wasn’t just music-it was infused with her thoughts, her soul. It wasn’t a mere performance; it was a living painting, her life rendered in melody.
Her conviction, her restraint, her calm, and her transformation-all played out on those keys.
Without immense skill and innate brilliance, how could she possibly play something so rich with meaning and soul?
And that moment-her seated at the piano-was like watching a painting in motion. So beautiful, you wouldn’t dare interrupt it.
The room fell completely silent, save for the piano on stage. Everyone held their breath, even their exhalations quieted.
When the song ended, Leslie rose and looked over at Amala with a small smile.
Amala nodded and handed her the gift she had prepared.
Eric’s eyes shimmered, as if overflowing with warmth.
Leslie looked at him and pulled out the elegant watch. The moonstone embedded in it sparkled under the lights.
“A song for Moon Goddess, and a ‘moonstone watch’ for Frost Pack. That’s my gift.”
No.
Impossible.
Lance howled in despair inside me.
It wasn’t for us. That watch-that wasn’t for us. Everything we hoped for had just been pathetic wishful thinking.
Before I could stop myself, I stepped forward and grabbed Leslie’s wrist.
“Leslie-“
“Kirby, what do you think you’re doing?” Eric snapped.
I ignored him completely, my gaze locked onto Leslie-deep, heavy, and cold.
The watch in her hand shimmered so brightly it felt like a blade in my chest.
And never in my life had I hated watches more. I wanted to take every timepiece I’d ever owned and throw them into a volcano.
Leslie frowned and with a small twist of her wrist, easily broke free from my grip.
A top-tier Alpha’s strength-utterly useless in front of her.
She raised her eyes, expression icy. “Mr. Kirby, can I help you with something?”
I clenched my jaw. I was about to speak-but Leslie didn’t give me the chance.
“Whatever you have to say, save it for later. This is Frost Pack’s birthday celebration, Mr. Kirby. No need to steal the spotlight, right?”
With that, she calmly resumed what she was doing, gently fastening the moonstone watch onto Eric’s wrist.
A satisfied smile bloomed across her face.
“Happy birthday, Eric.”
Leslie’s POV
Eric raised his wrist and waved the watch around deliberately in front of Kirby.
“Thank you. This is the best gift I’ve ever received, Leslie. Definitely something I’ll treasure for a lifetime…”
His eyes locked onto mine, full of warmth and intensity, so tender they felt like they could swallow me whole, leaving me no place to hide.
But I couldn’t ignore the icy, suffocating gaze on the other side either.
I saw Kirby’s chest rise and fall sharply, like a wounded beast on the brink.
For a few seconds, I just looked down and smiled, then raised my eyes and joked politely with Eric, “This model might be worth something in a few years. Better hang onto it.”
Standing between the two of them, Kirby showed no intention of leaving. He just stared at me without blinking.
Unbelievable.
I shot Amala a look, silently begging for a way out.
She caught on instantly and rushed over, grabbing my arm. “Leslie, come quick! I can’t find my purse…”
I nodded immediately and followed her. “You’re always misplacing things…”
Leiss’ POV
I watched Leslie’s figure until she disappeared. Only then did Kirby pull his eyes back.
In front of him, Eric was still standing there, smiling faintly. “Mr. Kirby, Leslie clearly doesn’t want to talk to you. Stop showing up in her face-it’s annoying.”