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By dusk, in the Elder Council’s “Chamber of Judgment,” the vaulted ceiling carved from moonstone glowed with a pale, dazzling brilliance.
Representatives from various Packs roamed the room, exchanging polite greetings on the surface. But the air was thick with Alpha pheromones-silent, heavy collisions and cautious probing with every step. Still, no one could get a read on anyone else’s real offer.
After all, in a “Blood Contest,” the final sacrifice determined the victor.
As soon as I entered, I spotted Crimson Moon Pack’s Beta second-in-command, Malach, weaving through the crowd, maneuvering between representatives.
So. Kirby didn’t show up himself.
Leslie’s POV
Next to Malach stood a woman with an imposing presence.
She wasn’t very old, with delicate features and graceful manners. Every movement she made carried the unshakable authority of an Alpha.
I noticed her almost immediately. She looked somewhat familiar, yet I couldn’t quite place her.
As she smiled, her eyes landed on me. The moment we made eye contact, neither of us looked away.
I returned her smile, calm and poised. The woman stepped forward and extended her hand.
“Princess of Rogue Pack? I’m Lyana, Alpha of Smoke Pack. A pleasure.”
I froze for half a second, then extended my hand as well and gave her a light shake. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Lyana was dressed in an exquisite, battle-ready outfit that gave her a sharper, more commanding edge.
I, on the other hand, was used to wearing dresses.
“Leslie, what took you so long?”
An arm suddenly slung over my shoulder from behind, and a lazy voice followed. A fresh, high- grade Alpha scent wrapped around me.
It was Eric.
I turned to glance at him, startled, and casually brushed his hand off.
“Frost Pack’s interested in this land too?”
Eric grinned mischievously.
“I’m interested in you.”
I shot him a cool look. “Get lost.”
To a third person watching, our exchange probably looked very different.
The moment Lyana laid eyes on Eric, the fierce energy around her vanished.
…
She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and offered a flawlessly composed smile.
Even her voice softened, tinged with a subtle nervousness.
“Eric, it’s been a while.”
If she hadn’t spoken, Eric wouldn’t have even noticed a third person was there.
“You’re…?”
Lyana’s expression stiffened.
I suddenly remembered last night’s chat with Astrid and quickly stepped in. “Eric, this is Lyana, Alpha of Smoke Pack.”
And to think they were classmates at the elite academy… Eric was seriously unreliable.
Recognition flashed across Eric’s face, and he gave a polite smile.
“Lyana? I remember now. You suddenly got prettier-I didn’t recognize you.”
The stiffness in her expression relaxed instantly.
I secretly let out a breath of relief.
A sweet mouth really does come in handy.
After a few more pleasantries, everyone took their seats.
The “Blood Contest” officially began.
The air was thick with the scent of money, swirling alongside the undercurrents between rival werewolf Packs.
I sat upright in the seat reserved for the Rogue Pack royal family, my gaze sweeping across the room. Neon lights refracted off the glass walls, casting a sharp glow,
This central city territory was worth an unfathomable fortune-but the price was just as astronomical.
The starting bid for the first round of sacrifices was 5 billion credits.
A murmur spread through the hall. Representatives of the smaller Packs were itching to act, raising their signs and shouting out bids in a frenzy.
But the Rogue Pack royalty and Crimson Moon Pack didn’t so much as flinch. Even Lyana of Smoke Pack sat silently, observing the chaos.
Her totem staff rested on the table, as if ready to strike at any moment.
The numbers climbed like a runaway stallion, shooting up fast. Before long, it had hit 20 billion.
The room began to quiet down. More than half the Packs had already been eliminated from the contest.
The small Packs slumped in disappointment and filed out, leaving behind only the real contenders.
Lyana finally moved.
She slowly lifted the Smoke Pack’s totem staff. Her voice was clear and firm.
“Twenty-five billion!”
The room fell into dead silence. Every eye turned to her.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, trying to read something from her expression.
After a moment of silence, the second round of bidding began.
Crimson Moon Pack’s Malach still hadn’t moved.
That surprised me.
Leslie’s POV
Kirby was never one to back off easily.