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Her hair was a mess, her expensive dress stained with what was clearly red wine. She did look pathetic.
I frowned and looked toward Leslie, who stood beside Thorbane, her face as cold and distant as ever.
She noticed me looking-but didn’t react. She just took Thorbane’s hand and turned to leave.
What had she done to Slyvana this time?
A flare of anger lit in my chest.
I knew Slyvana and Mother had always clashed with her, but Leslie… had she gone too far this time? Especially in public?
I strode forward, and just as she was about to pass by, I reached out and grabbed her arm. Her skin was smooth and cool-like silk chilled over ice.
“Leslie Rogue! You owe us an explanation!” I stared at her, searching her clear but frosty eyes for any trace of the woman I once knew. All I saw was distance-and mockery.
She looked up at me, let out a faint scoff, and said in an indifferent tone, “I did it. What’s there to explain?”
She admitted it-just like that?!
She started to pull away, unconcerned, as if brushing off a bit of dust. That total disregard set me off. Lance roared inside me, and the Alpha instinct to dominate made me tighten my grip without thinking.
I felt her body stiffen. She turned her head slowly toward me, her beautiful eyes now frosted with a quiet chill and a clear warning. “Kirby Alpha. Are you trying to punish me for her?”
“Kirby! Don’t let her go! That b*tch dared lay hands on me! You can’t just let her off that easy!” Slyvana shrieked at my side, trying to stir the flames.
I looked at her, my fury wrestling with reason.
I took a deep breath, forcing the heat back down, and asked her with a frown, “What do you want?”
Slyvana instantly perked up, a twisted smile curling at her lips as she looked triumphantly at Leslie. “Make Leslie Rogue lick my shoes!”
Kirby’s POV (Moon Cafe)
Lick her shoes?
I looked at Leslie, and sure enough, her face was already curled into a cold smile of unfiltered mockery.
“Have me apologize by licking her shoes?” she repeated, turning her gaze on me. “You probably thought the same thing, didn’t you?”
Her eyes cut straight through me, right down to that old instinct I’d tried to bury-my habit of smoothing things over by making her concede for the sake of Pack harmony.
Yes. In the past, I’d asked her more than once to back down. To apologize to my mother and Slyvana. For peace.
But this time… seeing the piercing calm in her eyes, feeling the full weight of her Alpha presence-I hesitated.
“Kirby Alpha wants me to apologize too?” she asked again, raising an eyebrow. The sarcasm in her voice deepened. “Before you demand that, maybe check the restaurant’s surveillance footage first. Get your facts straight. That sweet, innocent sister of yours isn’t the helpless little bunny she pretends to be.”
With that, she yanked her arm out of my grip. The force of it surprised even me.
She stepped back and stood beside Thorbane, slipping her arm through his as if drawing a clear line of defense.
Asphodel’s presence surged within her, full of vigilance.
Thorbane’s eyes swept across Slyvana, his tone sharp and cold. “Did no one in Crimson Moon Pack ever teach Miss Slyvana that if you pick a fight, you’d better be ready for the consequences? Or did you forget to apologize first when you insulted my sister?”
Slyvana shrank behind me under the pressure of his Alpha aura, muttering in a pitiful tone, “Kirby, I didn’t…’
But both Thorbane and Leslie stared her down with that same cold, silent judgment.
I frowned even deeper at Thorbane’s words.
Slyvana, sensing safety under my Alpha aura, suddenly found her nerve again and started yelling, “It’s all because she slandered me online about the ‘Moonrock’ thing! My sisters all laughed at me! That’s my family’s heirloom-how is it stealing? I only said a few words to her- why did she have to attack me?!”
Moonrock… Just hearing that made my head hurt. And she still had the nerve to bring it up?
My face darkened, brow furrowed, just as I was about to scold her-Leslie let out a low, humorless laugh.
“A woman who never fights back after being insulted… that was the old Leslie of Crimson Moon Pack. Not the Leslie of Rogue. Miss Slyvana, you’d do well to learn what it means to respect others. Or next time… there will be a next time.”
Her voice was laced with icy warning.
“The restaurant’s surveillance footage is available at any time. Kirby Alpha is free to review it.” Thorbane stepped forward, blocking my line of sight to Leslie, his tone final. “We have business to attend to. Goodbye.”
With that, he led Leslie toward the waiting car, marked clearly with the RoguePack insignia. He opened the door for her and ushered her inside with practiced care.
I watched the car pull away, narrowing my eyes, my chest heavy.
Leslie Rogue… like a beast that had broken all its chains-wild, unpredictable.
The change in her… the coldness, the strength… it gave me a sense of loss I couldn’t name. Of no longer being in control.
“Kirby! How could you let her go?! She bullied me!” Slyvana shrieked and tried to chase after them, but I grabbed her and held her back.
“Enough!” I growled low, frustration and something else-something nameless-twisting inside me.
“Kirby! How can you take her side?! Leslie bullying me is no different from her bullying all of Crimson Moon Pack! Has she forgotten who fed and clothed her these past three years? She’s begging for discipline!”
I couldn’t even bring myself to scold her anymore.
All I could see was Leslie’s cold eyes and those mocking words, echoing in my mind.
“Let’s go check the surveillance.” I let her go and turned toward the restaurant.
Slyvana stopped crying. She stared at me, stunned, then bit her lip in frustration.
“Kirby! Don’t you trust your own sister? They’re the ones framing me!”
“We’ll see,” I said without turning back, striding through the restaurant doors.
Some things-I needed to see with my own eyes.
Kirby’s POV (Moon Cafe)
Lick her shoes?
I looked at Leslie, and sure enough, her face was already curled into a cold smile of unfiltered mockery.
“Have me apologize by licking her shoes?” she repeated, turning her gaze on me. “You probably thought the same thing, didn’t you?”
Her eyes cut straight through me, right down to that old instinct I’d tried to bury-my habit of smoothing things over by making her concede for the sake of Pack harmony.
Yes. In the past, I’d asked her more than once to back down. To apologize to my mother and Slyvana. For peace.
But this time… seeing the piercing calm in her eyes, feeling the full weight of her Alpha presence-I hesitated.
“Kirby Alpha wants me to apologize too?” she asked again, raising an eyebrow. The sarcasm in her voice deepened. “Before you demand that, maybe check the restaurant’s surveillance footage first. Get your facts straight. That sweet, innocent sister of yours isn’t the helpless little bunny she pretends to be.”
With that, she yanked her arm out of my grip. The force of it surprised even me.
She stepped back and stood beside Thorbane, slipping her arm through his as if drawing a clear line of defense.
Asphodel’s presence surged within her, full of vigilance.