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Father’s lessons were far harsher than Thorbane’s. I wasn’t going through that again.
Thorbane chuckled, then his expression turned serious. “Business. In a couple of days, Apex Industries is holding their fifth anniversary celebration. They’re planning to announce a new partnership involving their ‘Psionic Core’ project, and they’ll be releasing some early investment shares. It’s a juicy opportunity, and a lot of Packs are eyeing it.”
My eyes lit up. Apex Industries’ “Psionic Core” project! That was exactly the initiative I’d asked Liam to monitor. If I could land a leadership role in that venture, it would be a huge step forward for RoguePack’s future in tech development.
“I want it. I have to get that deal,” I said, energized,
“Not so fast,” Thorbane warned. “A lot of wolves want in on that. It’s going to be a fight. And I’ll be away handling urgent business up north during those days, so I won’t be able to go with you.” He paused. “But Carl should be back from overseas. He’ll be able to keep an eye on things.”
Carl’s coming back? I perked up. “Good! I’ll go pick him up myself.” It had been ages since I last saw that unpredictable, carefree brother of mine. Last I’d heard from him, he was at an international film festival on a livestream.
Thorbane sighed and checked the time. “Come on. Let’s get out of this office. I’m taking you to dinner. Moon Caf?’s new Snowfield Venison is supposed to be amazing”
But the moment we stepped into the “Moonshadow” restaurant, my good mood instantly evaporated.
What a cursed coincidence.
On the far side of the dining hall-Belle and Slyvana. That repulsive mother-daughter pair.
Here. Now.
Leslie’s POV (Moon Cafe)
Slyvana spotted me immediately. Her eyes-already twisted with jealousy-locked onto mine before she abruptly stood up and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Where’s the manager?! What kind of place is this? You just let trash walk in now?!”
Her voice was sharp and piercing, drawing plenty of attention from nearby guests. Ever since the Moonrock incident, Slyvana’s reputation had plummeted among the elite Pack circles. Now that she saw me, all her old hatred surged up again, and she didn’t care one bit about causing a scene.
The restaurant’s manager, an older Beta werewolf, rushed over the moment he heard the commotion, wearing an awkward, apologetic smile. “Miss Slyvana, I’m terribly sorry…”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it!” Slyvana snapped, glaring at him, then turned her venom on me and my brother. “Kick them out! They’re ruining our appetite just by being here! We’re your VIP guests!”
The manager turned and saw Thorbane and me. But when he felt the force of my brother’s royal Rogue Alpha aura, his expression changed instantly. He bowed deeply with respectful urgency. “Lord Thorbane. Governor Rogue. Welcome. Your private room is ready-please follow me.”
Slyvana’s face darkened further.
She sized up Thorbane, clearly shaken by his Alpha presence. But when she noticed how protectively he stood by me, her hostility only grew. She raised her voice again. “Hey! Are you deaf?! I told you to get rid of them!”
Belle chimed in with a snide tone, her calculating eyes scanning me up and down like I was some kind of disease.
“That’s right! Manager, you should really figure out who your real valued guests are! People like her-do you not see what kind of lowlife she is? Who let her in here? Leslie Rogue, who’s the Alpha keeping you now that you dare to show your face here? A woman thrown out by Crimson Moon Pack has no business polluting this place!”
Thrown out? Asphodel roared with fury inside me, barely restrained from bursting out and tearing the old hag’s mouth apart.
Thorbane’s expression had gone icy. He stepped forward, his Alpha aura pressing down on Belle and Slyvana like a physical weight. He let out a cold chuckle. “Thrown out? Belle Luna, when did Crimson Moon Pack become so shameless and deluded? Do you need me to remind you what kind of life my sister had under your roof?”
Belle paled under the weight of his presence and words. Her face flickered between red and white, unable to say a word. But she refused to back down, whipping around to bark at the manager again. “Well?! What are you standing there for?! I don’t want to see them here!”
The manager’s face hardened, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. His tone turned firm. “Crimson Moon Luna. Miss Slyvana. I must apologize, but Lord Thorbane is one of our restaurant’s most distinguished shareholders. If you feel that seeing Governor Rogue and Lord Thorbane ruins your dining experience, then I must respectfully ask you to leave.”
Shareholder?! Belle and Slyvana froze, expressions cycling through disbelief, horror, and outrage like a painter’s palette gone mad. They probably never imagined that this restaurant- where they flaunted their so-called VIP status-was partly owned by the Rogue family.
Leslie’s POV (Moon Cafe)
Watching the two of them eat their own words, I gave a cold smile-but outwardly, I kept my expression calm. I gently tugged on my brother’s sleeve, signaling for him not to get angry. “Let it go, big brother. It’s just dinner. No need to stoop to their level and ruin the mood.”
I turned toward the mother-daughter duo, whose faces were now contorted with frustration. “I have a few words I’d like to discuss privately with the two of you.”
Then to Thorbane, I added, “You go on to the private room first.”
He glanced at me, clearly a little uneasy, but then nodded. I wasn’t the helpless girl I used to be. With a look to the manager, he followed the man away.
The moment the door closed behind him, Slyvana dropped all pretense and snapped right back to her arrogant, overbearing self. She crossed her arms and let out a cold snort, sitting down with a smirk. “Well, at least you know your place. Leslie Rogue, I don’t care what kind of high branch you think you’ve latched onto-Crimson Moon Pack doesn’t give a damn. My brother Kirby never wanted you, and he never will. I’m telling you now-if I say the word, I can have you blacklisted from all of Central City.”
I looked down at her like she was a clown putting on a show-my expression indifferent and cold. “Oh? Is that so? And what exactly do you want?”
Slyvana raised her chin, eyes gleaming with malice and insult. “Here’s what: pour me a drink, kneel down, hand it to me, and apologize-just like you used to do back when you were serving me in our house. If you do it well enough, maybe I’ll be kind enough to let you off the hook today.”
She really thought I was still that weak Omega she used to push around? How laughably stupid.
My face showed no anger-instead, a faint smile curved my lips. I walked forward slowly, picked up the decanter, and poured a glass of deep red moonberry wine with calm, practiced case. Then I carried the glass over to her.
Slyvana’s mouth curled into a triumphant smirk as she reached out to take it.
But just as her fingers were about to touch the glass, I flipped my wrist-
Splash!
The entire glass of deep red wine poured over her, soaking her carefully styled hair and expensive dress without spilling a single drop on the floor.
“Ahhh-!” Slyvana let out a piercing scream, lurching to stand.
But I moved faster. One hand slammed down on her shoulder, pinning her to the chair with Alpha strength she couldn’t even resist. With the other hand, I shoved her forehead back, forcing her face up as she flailed. I leaned in close, my icy stare locking with her furious, terrified eyes, and said in a voice as cold as the deepest winter abyss:
“Slyvana Crimson Moon-remember this. I, Leslie Rogue, was the one who ended the bond with Kirby. I was the one who left Crimson Moon Pack. Next time you open your mouth to insult me, I’ll make sure you’re the one who’s run out of Central City.”
I released her then, stepping back to admire the pitiful mess she’d become-soaked in wine and shaking with rage. I smiled faintly, turned, and walked away without a second glance-head high, like a queen.
Behind me, I could hear her shrieking in fury, Belle’s enraged curses, and the frantic voices of restaurant staff.
None of it mattered anymore.
When I entered the private room, Thorbane looked up and frowned slightly. “Handled?”
I nodded, sat down across from him, picked up the menu, and replied with a relaxed tone, “Mm. Just dealt with a couple of fleas. Come on, let’s order. I’ve really been wanting to try the Snowfield Venison here.”
Kirby’s POV (Moon Cafe)
After that fiasco at Glory Hall, I sent Liana away as fast as I could.
Under the pretense of treatment, I arranged for her to be sent to a secluded Pack sanatorium far in the northernmost territory. She cried and begged, trying once again to use Jake’s name to stir up my guilt, but my mind was made up.
Her lies and stupidity had already brought far too much trouble and shame to Crimson Moon Pack.
Lance agreed completely-her presence was a dangerous liability.
But even after sending her off, I felt no relief.
The strength, coldness, and veiled threat Leslie had shown at Glory Hall still haunted me. The look in her eyes when she shoved Liana into the pool, the way she poured that wine over her without flinching… That wasn’t the Leslie I knew.
She never was the person you thought she was, Kirby, Lance murmured in my mind, with a strange mix of weariness and… fear? We were both fooled.
News of Leslie’s appointment as Governor of Rogue Pack’s Western Border spread quickly among the Packs.
Promoted out of nowhere? Hah. Looks like Thorbane Rogue really does favor that woman.
I hadn’t been paying much attention to her movements within RoguePack-until today, when Slyvana suddenly called me: “Kirby! I got bullied-come quick, I’m at Moon Cafe!”
The moment I heard that, I got up and rushed out the door, driving straight to Moon Cafe.
I didn’t like Slyvana much, but she was still a Crimson Moon werewolf-my sister. I wasn’t about to let someone else push her around.
As I arrived outside the restaurant and was about to get out of the car, Slyvana burst through the doors like she’d just seen her savior. She grabbed my arm and pointed at Leslie, who had just walked out. “It was her! Kirby, it was all Leslie Rogue, that bitch! She’s the one who embarrassed me! Mom can vouch for it!”