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Leslie’s POV – Outside Westview Headquarters
Inside the meeting room, the ones who had just submitted to me-Rowan included-were now watching the protest unfold with barely hidden glee.
“Governor,” Rowan said with mock concern, unable to mask the smugness in her voice, “the crowd’s getting quite worked up out there. Perhaps… it would be wise to go out and offer an apology? For the sake of Rogue Pack’s reputation, of course.”
“Apologize?” I glanced at her. One look-cold and sharp-and she immediately shut her mouth.
Asphodel growled furiously inside me. Let me tear apart those sniveling protestors. Apologize to that filth? That’s an insult to our royal bloodline!
I didn’t waste time with Rowan’s pettiness. I walked straight out of the meeting room, a group of upper-level wolves following close behind, and stepped onto the front steps of the headquarters building.
The roars outside paused for a brief heartbeat when I appeared-then erupted again, louder than before.
“There she is!”
“Leslie of Rogue Pack! Apologize!”
“Get out of Westview!”
I stood high above them all, staring coldly down at the crowd of manipulated, foolish werewolves. Not a ripple of emotion stirred within me.
My voice rang out, clear and sharp, amplified by wolf power so every single protestor could hear: “Are you seriously threatening the Governor of Westview-Leslie of Rogue Pack?”
The moment the words fell, I raised my hand-and brought it down sharply.
The Alpha pressure I unleashed slammed into the plaza like an invisible tsunami.
This time, I didn’t hold back.
This was the full force of my bloodline-the ancient power of the Lycan King. It was law. It was domination.
The plaza fell silent in an instant.
Most of the crowd were low-ranking Omegas. They had no defense against such power. Under my pressure, they shook down to their very souls. Their knees buckled. Many collapsed outright.
Only the lead agitator remained standing-barely. His face was ashen, soaked with sweat, yet he still clung to the megaphone and screamed hoarsely, “See?! She only knows how to suppress us with force! She’s a tyrant! We-We have to fight-!”
Tires shrieked as an off-road vehicle marked with the Stormfang Pack crest roared up to the plaza’s edge. The doors flew open. Astrid jumped out with a team of elite warriors.
They dragged a bruised, shaking man and threw him down at the agitator’s feet.
It was the one-eyed Beta from Moon Bar.
“Tell them,” Astrid said coldly, pressing her foot on his back. Her voice cut like a blade. “Tell everyone exactly what happened last night. Tell them who sent you to provoke us.”
Under the twin pressure of Astrid and me, the Beta’s composure shattered completely. He sobbed, snot and tears running down his face as he wailed:
“It-It was Leiss! Young Master Leiss of Crimson Moon Pack! He gave me a huge sum of money… told me to… to go provoke the Rogue Pack Governor and her friend… stir up trouble… so his info hunters could capture it on video and use it against her… please! Please forgive me! I won’t do it again!”
His confession detonated like a bomb.
“What?!”
“This was Crimson Moon Pack’s scheme?!”
“We were… used?!”
“That bastard Leiss! How could he pull such a disgusting trick?!”
Rage surged through the crowd-only now, it wasn’t aimed at me.
They’d realized they had been pawns-used to attack a powerful Alpha who had been set up from the beginning.
Their shame turned into fury. And their fury turned on the true culprit.
“Find Leiss! Make him apologize to the Governor!”
“Crimson Moon Pack must answer for this!”
“Governor Leslie of Rogue Pack is righteous and wise! We were wrong!”
The same protestors who had demanded my exile now looked up at me with guilt… and a newfound, almost feverish devotion. They praised my strength, my decisiveness-forgetting entirely how they’d cursed me moments earlier.
I stood motionless, watching the farce unfold.
My face remained unreadable.
Leslie’s POV – Westview Headquarters
The protest crowd thundered away, chanting for Leiss to be punished.
But I knew better-most of them wouldn’t touch Leiss. He was still a Beta of Crimson Moon Pack. The same people who had been stirred up by his manipulation were largely his own kind: low-ranking wolves from his Pack. Their outrage was for show. Once out of sight, they’d scatter.
I didn’t waste time thinking about them.
Astrid slid a secure data tablet in front of me, her eyes alight with satisfaction.
“Leslie, this has everything on Leiss-embezzlement from Crimson Moon Pack, scandalous affairs. It’s more than enough to destroy him. What do you want to do with it?”
I looked at the screen but didn’t take it.
Asphodel snarled, hungry for vengeance, ready to tear Leiss apart.
But I shook my head.
Some of the files contained sensitive internal material from Crimson Moon Pack. Releasing them would mean open war-and we weren’t ready for that yet.
“Why use a broadsword to kill a chicken?” I said calmly, skimming through the pile until I chose just one.
A single image.
Leiss, not long after his wedding, at a wild underground Pack party. Wearing nothing but swim trunks, arms around two stunning Omega she-wolves. In the background? A banner bearing the insignia of a Pack known to rival Crimson Moon.
It wasn’t just an indecent photo-it raised questions about loyalty.
I created a new, untraceable Pack Net account and posted the image with one short, sharp caption:
“Heard Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha enjoys editing others’ videos. Why not enjoy one of his own ‘greatest hits’?”
Astrid moved fast. She activated her contacts within Tempest Pack and coordinated with several high-profile “big wolf” accounts on PackNet.
Within minutes, hashtags exploded across the network:
Crimson MoonAlphaCheating
Leiss PartyScandal
The PackNet world lit up like wildfire.
Wolves across the region were ravenous for scandal. The scent of betrayal was too enticing to ignore. Everyone swarmed to devour it.
Leiss’s reputation unraveled in real time. His wife’s family issued a furious public statement, declaring deep humiliation.