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Her face twisted, voice turning to ice. “Aren’t you? You keep stringing him along, playing with his feelings-what, does it make you feel powerful?”
My smile faltered.
Anger surged up from my chest.
Astrid couldn’t help jumping in. “When have you ever seen her string Eric along? You don’t know the first thing about their relationship.”
Lyana didn’t back down, her eyes drilling into me. “So just because you’re close, it’s okay to toy with his feelings? And feel no guilt?”
I took a deep breath and swallowed the urge to throw my coffee in her face. Instead, I laughed coldly.
“Toying with him? Alpha of Smoke Pack, which eye of yours saw that happen? It’s been one- sided from the start. I’ve turned him down more times than you can count.”
She clenched her teeth, still pressing. “If you didn’t like him, you should’ve ended it completely. Dragging it out like this-pushing and pulling-isn’t that what playing someone looks like?”
I let out a short, irritated laugh. “So you think unless I completely cut him off, I haven’t rejected him properly?”
I shot her a look, my tone lazy, “Lyana, not every relationship between wolves needs to end in mating. Eric is my friend. We grew up together. Just because I won’t be his mate doesn’t mean I have to erase him from my life. I’ve got a clear conscience.”
I paused, then gave her a faint smile. “But you, Alpha of Smoke Pack-you’ve gone out of your way all day to mess with me, and all for what? Eric? If you like him that much, go after him. Why waste time with me?”
Her face froze, like I’d hit a nerve.
She turned away with a cold laugh. “Sounds like you’re using him as bait-keeping him hanging on your hook.”
I shrugged.
Not even worth arguing.
Astrid’s POV
I’ve had enough.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I finally snapped at Lyana. “Leslie made it crystal clear-we grew up together. You think some pathetic jealousy is going to tear that apart? If you like Eric so much, then go after him yourself! Just because he doesn’t like you, that’s not Leslie’s fault, is it?”
I wasn’t about to let her throw her weight around on my best friend’s turf, acting like she owned the place. Who was she putting on a show for?
Lyana’s face darkened for a moment, her Alpha eyes flickering with weight and restraint.
But she was used to playing hardball in Pack politics. She was good at masking emotion.
It didn’t take long for her to settle into icy calm, her gaze sweeping over us coolly.
“Who Eric likes is his business. I just can’t stand seeing the Rogue Pack Queen toying with other wolves’ feelings.”
Why was that so hard to understand?
I was just about to slam the table and get up when Leslie tugged my arm and smiled as she stood.
“Forget it, Astrid. No point arguing with someone who can’t listen.”
“The Rogue Pack Queen is admitting it then?” Lyana’s lips curled into a cold sneer.
Leslie looked at her, and her smirk only widened, dripping with contempt.
“Smokeblade Alpha, what I do is none of your concern. If you don’t like it, deal with it.”
No one’s forcing you to watch.
Leslie let out a short, scornful laugh-I couldn’t tell if it was at Lyana’s childishness or her stupidity.
She hooked her arm through mine, turned on her heel, and strutted out in her heels.
Outside, the sun was blazing, the sky a flawless blue,
It was one of those rare, perfect days.
The haze hanging over my chest finally began to lift.
As soon as we stepped out, I grumbled, “Lyana might be good at running her Pack, but her head’s all muscle. No wonder no Alpha wants her.”
Leslie gave a soft laugh.
Back when the Smoke Pack first ran into trouble, a few Packs eyed their territory and assets, thinking they could take over through a marriage alliance.
But Lyana, a female Alpha, propped up the entire Pack on her own. She didn’t give anyone a single opening.
She was ruthless and decisive. As long as she got what she wanted and didn’t cross the Elders’ iron line, there was nothing she wouldn’t do.
That’s exactly why there were almost no Alphas who actually admired her.
Leslie looked down and smiled faintly. “Looks like she’s here for Eric.”
I sighed, feigning sympathy. “Eric’s not into domineering Alphas like her. She’s wasting her time.”
Leslie raised a brow. “You think so?”
As if Lyana ever did anything without a plan.
Leslie’s POV
Astrid was just about to ask what I meant when a sleek sports car rolled to a smooth front of us.
Crimson red. Their Pack’s blood-colored crest burned on the door. stop in
The back window rolled down, revealing Kirby’s sharp, handsome face-cold as ever.
“Get in,” he said to me, his voice deep and rich.
I froze for a moment, then looked away, annoyed, and immediately grabbed Astrid to walk in the opposite direction.
Out of the wolf’s den and straight into a tiger’s lair.
This day was cursed.
“Leslie. That territory. You want it?” His voice cut through the air like a blade.
I paused in my tracks.
Leslie’ s POV
“What are you talking about?”
Hadn’t he already snatched that territory from the Frost Pack with a sky-high bid of five billion?
“A cunning male wolf,” my wolf Asphodel warned in my mind. “He’s baiting us with prey. Leslie, be careful-this reeks of a trap.”
Kirby stared at me, his gaze dark and unreadable.
“We could work together,” he said. “If we partner on this project, the Rogue Pack’s royal family would only need to invest a third of the original resources.”
I let out a scoff of a laugh, dismissive. “Sure, but that would slash the profits too. A morsel that tiny isn’t worth the hassle…”