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Thorbane. I summoned my eldest son with a thought-an Alpha I had stationed in California, always keeping watch, always ready to protect Leslie.
“Father.” Thorbane’s calm voice answered quickly in my mind.
“Leslie’s been wronged. Use full authority. Activate the Moonbridge and bring her home. Wipe all traces. I don’t want a single mutt from Crimson Moon Pack tracking her.”
“Yes, Father.” Thorbane’s voice vibrated with barely contained anger. “Crimson Moon Pack will pay for what they’ve done.”
“They will.” I opened my eyes and looked directly into Thorbane’s pale blue wolf eyes, gleaming with cold, terrifying fire. “But for now, bring my little girl home safely.”
Fenrir howled inside me, hungry to tear apart those who dared harm its blood. Soon-very soon-they would understand the price of provoking the wrath of the Lycan King.
Kirby’s POV (Crimson Moon Pack Hospital)
I hung up the call, my brows furrowed. Leslie actually dared refuse me? She even threatened divorce?
She’s gotten spoiled. She’s completely forgotten her place.
The hospital room was thick with the cloying sweetness of Omega pheromones and the sharp sting of antiseptics. Liana lay weakly on the bed, her face pale, her big, teary eyes staring at me with a mix of dependence and fear.
“Kirby…” Her voice was faint. “Is… is Leslie unwilling? Maybe… maybe we should just forget it. I don’t want you to hurt her because of me…”
My irritation flared again. This, again. Always so kind, always thinking of others.
I stepped to her bedside, forcing a gentle tone, trying to reassure her-and myself. “Liana, don’t worry. Leslie’s just throwing a fit. She’ll come around. Your brother entrusted you to me. I won’t give up on you.”
Inside me, my wolf, Lance, paced restlessly. It seemed uneasy with my decision. But the will of an Alpha is absolute-I shoved its discomfort aside.
I turned to the Pack’s chief physician, a seasoned Beta werewolf. “What’s the situation? The match is confirmed? There’s really no other suitable donor besides Leslie?”
The doctor wiped sweat from his brow and answered cautiously, “Lord Alpha, the match is 99.9%-a perfect theoretical match. Miss Liana’s heart is failing rapidly. Her Lycan Spirit is deteriorating fast. I’m afraid… she won’t make it through the night. As for other donors… we’ve checked all available medical files in the Pack. Only Madam Leslie’s heart meets the requirements in both blood compatibility and Lycan Spirit resonance. As for the risks of the transplant…” He hesitated. “For Madam Leslie, even with your Alpha strength and the mate bond to sustain her, and even though the heart may regenerate… the process is extremely painful. She’ll be severely weakened for a long time-possibly even suffer permanent damage to her core power.”
“I already know all that,” I cut him off, unwilling to hear more about so-called risks. “As long as she survives, everything else can be recovered. Prep the surgery. I’ll bring her in within thirty minutes.”
The doctor didn’t dare object and hurried off to make preparations.
I pulled out my phone again and dialed Leslie’s number. This time, what greeted me was a deafening roar:
“Kirby-Crimson Moon! You bastard! Screw your heart transplant! I want a divorce!”
“Leslie, what the hell is wrong with you?” My brows knit tighter, my voice cold. “Come to the hospital and get the surgery done. Whatever compensation you want, I’ll give it to you!”
“Screw your compensation! I don’t want your money! The divorce papers are ready. I’ll see you at the Pack Arbitration Council tomorrow!”
The call was cut off again.
My face darkened. That Omega! How dare she challenge my authority like this? Who does she think she is? Just because she’s my mate, she thinks she can act this wild?
Liana looked up at me timidly. “Kirby… maybe we should just let it go… It’s okay if I die…”
“Shut up!” I barked, then caught myself and softened my tone. “Don’t say that. You’ll be fine.”
I stood in place for a long moment, my eyes sharpening with icy resolve. If she won’t come willingly, then don’t blame me for forcing her.
I quickly dialed two numbers.
“Malach, take some men and go ‘invite’ Leslie to the hospital. Use whatever means necessary. I want her in the operating room in ten minutes.”
“Finance department, freeze all accounts and resource access under Leslie’s name within Crimson Moon Pack. Immediately.”
I ended both calls with a cold snort. All of Leslie’s expenses were paid through sub-accounts I created for her, under my authority as Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha heir. With a single order from me, she would have nothing. Let’s see how long she keeps defying me. An Omega who can’t even support herself-how dare she talk about divorce?
No matter how much she kicks and screams, that heart-she’s giving it up today.
Liana’s POV (Crimson Moon Pack Hospital)
The sound of Kirby hanging up echoed from the phone, and for a moment, the hospital room was suffocatingly silent.
I could smell the anger of an Alpha lingering in the air-that cold, overwhelming presence that belonged to Kirby. It made me tremble with fear and… excitement.
That bitch Leslie actually refused him. She dared to defy an Alpha’s command. She refused to give me her heart.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I almost laughed out loud but forced myself to hold it in.
I had gone to great lengths to fake the breakdown of my Lycan Spirit, even harming my own body with forbidden medicine to simulate a crisis that could only be resolved through a heart transplant-all for this moment.
I wanted to trap Leslie, force her into a corner.
If she agreed, even better. An insignificant Omega sacrificing herself for a noble, soon-to-be Luna like me-well, that was an honor for her.
Even if she survived thanks to the mate bond and Kirby’s Alpha power, she’d be severely weakened, unable to compete with me for Kirby’s attention.
But now, she had refused. This was a golden opportunity handed right to me. She was being so “selfish,” so “cold”-choosing her own survival over the sister of the Pack’s hero, the woman Kirby treated like blood.
Kirby would surely hate her even more now.
That useless woman with nothing but a pretty face-how could she be worthy of a powerful Alpha? Only I knew how to admire him, how to depend on him, how to make him feel needed and worshiped.
I sensed Kirby’s gaze fall on me-evaluating, and… suspicious? No. I couldn’t let him doubt me.
I quickly summoned every ounce of acting skill I had. I made myself look even weaker, eyes brimming with tears, my voice barely above a whisper, as if I might stop breathing any moment.
“Kirby… am I… going to die? The doctor… he just said… my Lycan Spirit…”
I stopped at just the right moment and looked toward the doctor beside me, signaling him silently.
That Beta doctor immediately caught on. He put on a conflicted, urgent expression and turned to Kirby.
“Alpha sir, Miss Liana’s condition is… unusual. Just moments ago, her condition was critical, but now… her Lycan Spirit’s fluctuations seem… more stable. Could it be… a mistake in my diagnosis?”
“It’s not the doctor’s fault,” I chimed in softly, my voice like flowing water. “Sometimes they exaggerate things a little to make sure we take it seriously… Kirby, don’t be mad at him.”
I saw Kirby’s tightly furrowed brow begin to loosen. He stepped up to my bedside. His voice was still cold, but the anger had faded slightly. In its place was something that almost resembled… guilt?
Perfect. That idiot Leslie had no idea that her refusal was pushing Kirby closer and closer to me. Once I’ve completely replaced her and become the future Luna of Crimson Moon Pack, she’ll find out exactly what happens when you cross me.
Kirby’s POV (Crimson Moon Pack Hospital)
I stood outside the hospital room, the blend of Omega pheromones and antiseptic thick in the air, making my head throb. The call with Leslie had left me seething. She didn’t just defy me-her Alpha, her mate-she had the audacity to threaten to break the bond.
Who does she think she is?
Inside me, Lance snarled in fury-not over Liana’s condition, but over Leslie’s blatant defiance and challenge to my authority.
The doctor’s report just now was strange. Liana’s Lycan Spirit suddenly stabilized? Right after Leslie refused? The timing was too coincidental. Even Lance had picked up something off-there was a whiff of deception in the air, something hidden.
But… so what?
Compared to the possibility of Liana faking something, Leslie’s betrayal and escape enraged me far more. She’s my mate. Her life, her heart-they are bound to me through the sacred mate bond.
I believe my Alpha power is strong enough to sustain her life even after she loses her heart. It will grow back. Yes, it will be painful, but she won’t die. And to save the sister of the Pack’s greatest hero, how is that not a worthy price?