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I stood frozen in place, watching her car vanish into the night, a bone-deep cold spreading from the soles of my feet through every nerve.
Kirby POV – Inside the Car
As I climbed back into my own vehicle, a rancid scent hit me-shame and bitterness twisted together.
Leiss had somehow snuck in, half-dressed and reeking of defeat.
He had thrown a coat over himself, but his face was contorted with hatred.
“That venomous witch! That snake!” he screamed the moment he saw me. “Kirby! You saw what she did to me! We can’t let her get away with this! She has to pay!”
I leaned back into my seat, drained, staring at his pathetic form-like a stray dog. Whatever thread of camaraderie I had left for him snapped then and there.
“Driver. Stop the car.” My voice was ice.
“What?” Leiss froze.
The sports car eased to a stop by the roadside.
“Get out, Leiss.” My voice was flat, emotionless.
“Kirby! What the hell are you doing? You’re kicking me out?” he yelled, stunned. “I did this for you! For the honor of Crimson Moon Pack!”
“Shut up!” I finally snapped. Alpha pressure exploded in the confined space, pressing down on him until he gasped for breath. “You didn’t do it for me. You didn’t do it for the Pack. You did it for your own pathetic pride! I warned Slyvana. I even hinted to you-don’t provoke her. You’re the idiot who went charging in!”
“You started this war. You lost. Now you deal with the consequences. I’m not letting your stupidity drag Crimson Moon Pack deeper into the mud.”
I gave a nod to the guard beside me. Without hesitation, he grabbed the still-snarling Leiss and threw him out into the cold street.
The door slammed shut behind him, cutting off his curses completely.
Lance sighed in my mind-a tired sound. Severing ties with the weak… that’s an Alpha’s instinct.
Just then, a flashy red sports car sped up and came to a smooth stop beside mine.
The window rolled down to reveal Eric, handsome as ever-with a mocking twist to his smile.
“Kirby Alpha,” he drawled, grinning like a cat that stole cream, “I’ve really got to thank you.”
“For what?” I growled, holding back my fury.
“Why, for letting go,” Eric’s smile deepened, every word laced with insinuation, “of such a radiant, powerful, and breathtaking queen. Now we bystanders finally have a chance.”
His words hit me like a punch to the face. A blatant provocation. A declaration of war.
With a snarl, I slammed my fist into the car window. The reinforced glass cracked in a spiderweb pattern beneath the blow.
Eric laughed and hit the gas, vanishing into the night.
I stared after him, consumed by a jealous, helpless rage that had nowhere to go.
Leslie POV – Westview Office
After giving myself time to unwind, I returned my attention to the business at hand.
Liam had neatly arranged a stack of documents on my desk-detailed intel on Apex Industries.
According to his findings, Apex’s CEO, Alan, had upgraded what was originally a private business dinner into something far grander: the “Moon Goddess Honor Gala,” an event that would gather every top Pack in all of Westview.
That night, they would announce the final owner of the “Psionic Core”-or rather, the Moon Goddess relic capable of altering the course of the next hundred years.
I had to win it. No question.
Crimson Moon Pack was still reeling from their recent defeat. Aside from them, no other Pack in Westview could rival the strength and legacy of ours-the Rogue Pack.
On the night of the gala, I arrived with my brother Thorbane at the venue: a floating temple crafted entirely from moonstone and crystal.
The moment I stepped inside, all eyes turned to me.
I was wearing a one-of-a-kind ceremonial gown-commissioned overnight by my father, Lars, and handmade by royal artisans.
The bodice was stitched from tens of thousands of delicate mithril scales, flowing like liquid moonlight and contouring every inch of my figure.
The hem was adorned with “Sea Star” diamonds, harvested from the ocean’s depths, capable of absorbing and reflecting moonlight. Under the radiant glow of the temple, they sparkled with stunning brilliance.
But this was more than a gown-it was a battle relic, powerful enough to withstand a full-force strike from a high-tier Alpha.
With my arm looped through Thorbane’s, I walked forward with ease. The cold, commanding aura of my royal Alpha blood stretched behind me like an invisible cape.
I was no longer the timid Luna who had to hide behind others.
I was the Westview Governor of the Rogue Pack. Blood of the Lycan King. The unquestioned queen of this land.
“Is that… the new Governor of Rogue Pack?”
“Wow, what a powerful presence… And beside her-that’s Thorbane Rogue Pack, the first heir! They actually sent two Alphas?”
“I heard she personally took down Rowan… Wouldn’t have guessed it by looking at her…”
“With a queen like that in Westview, the next century of Rogue Pack trouble is guaranteed…”
I heard the whispers from the top Alphas around us-laced with awe and curiosity. I held my graceful smile and moved through the crowd at Thorbane’s side, unhurried and composed.
“This is Leslie Rogue Pack, Governor of Westview,” my brother said clearly, his voice calm but loud enough to carry across the hall.
This was no longer just a Luna from some Pack. This was a Governor-a symbol of power and dominion.
In one corner of the hall, I spotted Eric, surrounded by noblewomen. He gave me a helpless smile.
I nodded back with understanding. A young, unmarried Alpha always drew attention.
But as my gaze shifted, my smile vanished.
There she was-Slyvana, surrounded by her little entourage.
Her face was frozen in shock, her expression contorted by envy she could no longer suppress.
Her eyes were locked on my gown, like she wanted to tear it from my body and devour it.
I could guess exactly what she was thinking. This battle gown-this symbol of power and glory -was a dream she would never be able to touch.
A Beta who could only rely on her family’s influence versus a queen born of Alpha blood, commanding legions.
The gap between us had become an unbridgeable chasm.
Kirby POV Moon Goddess Honor Gala, Main Hall
I stood alone in the shadows of the corner, a Bloody Mary in hand, my eyes unable to leave the figure at the center of it all.
Leslie… She was like a full moon suspended in the cold night sky-chill, proud, and radiant with a light too fierce to look at directly.
Even from across the hall, the unfamiliar strength of her Alpha aura reached me. It tugged at my wolf, Lance, awakening a primal instinct neither of us could ignore.