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Beside me, Leiss wore his usual bitter scowl. He let out a derisive snort. “Hmph. She’s just hiding behind Thorbane’s skirt. Playing ghost in a borrowed crown.”
Ruben, heir to the Rock Pack, chimed in with an acidic grin. “Exactly. The woman only ever got attention because of you, Kirby. Just got kicked out of your Pack, and now she’s already clinging to Thorbane? Born to be a Pack-Jumper.”
Pack-Jumper?
I turned on him sharply. My icy blue eyes lit with fire, and my Alpha pressure slammed into Ruben like a wall. His face blanched instantly.
“What did you just call her?”
That word-Pack-Jumper-was one of the cruelest insults in the werewolf world. Especially when used against a female. Against a former Luna. It wasn’t just an attack on Leslie-it was a stain on my judgment, on Crimson Moon Pack’s honor.
Ruben flinched, clearly panicking. He thought I was angry for the wrong reason. “Whoa, Crimson Moon Alpha, don’t be mad! We all know you hated that bond! Everyone was relieved when you cut ties with her. Hell, we were happy for you. Finally rid of that low-rank Omega!”
He laughed like it was some kind of shared joke. “Remember back when you two had just formed the bond? We were drinking at Bloodfang Club and you left to use the bathroom. She actually came looking for you! So pathetic! I blocked her at the door. Told her to remember her place and not interrupt her Alpha’s fun. I warned her she was lucky just to be bound to you-an Omega like that should’ve been kissing your boots with gratitude-“
Crack!
The crystal glass shattered in my hand.
Shards dug deep into my palm. Blood streamed between my fingers.
But I didn’t feel the pain. I felt rage. A fire so hot it seared through every thread of logic in my mind.
So that was it. That was the truth.
All this time, I thought she was cold, distant, uncaring-that she never once reached out after the split.
But she had. Just once. She’d worked up the courage to cross that line between us. She’d come for me.
And my so-called “brothers” had crushed her.
They’d silenced her, humiliated her.
And I… I never even knew.
I, the fool, had dared to blame her for not trying harder.
“Ruben,” I ground out his name, my voice hoarse and low, like a demon’s whisper. “Why don’t you come live at Crimson Moon Pack? Be our gatekeeper. You seem to enjoy managing my household so much.”
I didn’t wait for a reply. I turned on my heel and stormed away, leaving Ruben pale as death and Leiss blinking in stunned silence behind me.
Leslie POV – Second Floor of the Gala
I ignored whatever drama was brewing downstairs with Kirby and followed my brother Thorbane up to the second floor.
There, already waiting for us, was a young Alpha in a fitted black shirt. His presence was sharp, his eyes unruly, with a confidence that didn’t try to hide itself.
This was Alan-the soul of Apex Industries. Chief Technology Officer.
“Governor of Rogue Pack,” Alan’s gaze lingered on me for a beat, openly appreciative. “You’re even more powerful-and Beautiful-than the rumors suggest.”
“Alan,” I nodded calmly. “Your Moon Goddess relic interests me. I trust you’ve reviewed my terms. Across all of Westview, no Pack is more suited to partner with you than Rogue Pack. You bring the tech. We bring the wealth, the territory, the resources to make your wildest designs a reality. For the next hundred years, we’ll be the ones shaping the future of psionic tech.”
Every word I said was lined with the certainty and pressure of authority.
Alan tilted his head thoughtfully, then smiled. “Your offer speaks volumes, Governor. But… what if I wanted this to be a three-way alliance? Technology this world-changing comes with risk-one I don’t wish to shoulder alone.”
“Who else?” I frowned, displeased.
I couldn’t imagine any other Pack that could match Rogue Pack’s standing.
Alan raised his glass and gestured behind me. A slow, steady footstep approached-and my heart skipped a beat.
Kirby.
Dressed in black formalwear, his wounded hand already healed. But the aura around him had grown even colder, heavier.
“Apologies, Leslie,” Alan said with a hint of a sheepish smile. “I should’ve told you earlier. Regardless of who we partner with, Crimson Moon Pack must be included in this project.”
“Why?” My voice dropped to a frostier tone.
“Because the core material of the relic-Moon Goddess’s Tear, a resonating crystal-is only found in one place: the Weeping Canyon, a site Crimson Moon Pack has guarded for generations,” Alan explained. “Since the beginning, Kirby Alpha has been this project’s largest funder-and supplier.”
So that’s what this was. He was a shareholder.
“With Crimson Moon Pack’s resources, they could’ve monopolized the entire deal. Why involve us at all?” I shot a sideways glance at Kirby, voice tinged with sarcasm.
“It’s a new frontier,” Kirby finally spoke, his voice low and even. “The risks are enormous. Crimson Moon Pack can’t shoulder it alone. Partnering with Rogue Pack benefits all three of us.”
His logic was airtight. Thorbane glanced at me with a look that said it all-shared risk, shared gain. The math favored cooperation.
I hated it. But I couldn’t let emotion outweigh strategy.
“Fine.” I lifted my glass, voice clipped and cold.
Three glasses clinked. A crystal-clear note that sealed an agreement I wanted no part of.
A reluctant three-way blood pact was born-binding together three Packs and my fate with Kirby’s once more.
The satisfaction I’d felt from my earlier victories had been thoroughly doused by Alan’s unexpected curveball.
I had no choice but to be chained to Kirby again-with no way to cut loose.
Sensing the tension between us, Alan gave a cheerful smile and said, “Why don’t we mark the occasion with a dance between the alliance’s two core leaders-Governor Leslie and Alpha Kirby? What better way to announce this union to the continent?”
Kirby blinked, clearly surprised.
I laughed softly-cold and sharp-and replied with polite finality, “Sorry, Mr. Alan. I don’t dance.”
In werewolf tradition, a dance-especially at an event like this-was never just entertainment. It was a ritual. A war dance.
A physical dialogue of power and dominance, where steps, breath, and force all clashed to test balance and establish hierarchy.
It was elegant. Dangerous. Full of challenge.
And I would not-could not-share such an intimate, symbolic display of energy with Kirby. Not even ceremonially.
Without so much as a glance his way, I turned on my heel, high heels clicking against the floor.
“One little dance, and she refuses,” Alan murmured behind me to Kirby with a shrug. “This alliance might be rougher than I thought. You’re the first Alpha I’ve seen get publicly rejected over a woman, Kirby.”
His words left a dent. Kirby’s aura wavered.
At the stairwell, Thorbane met me and gently caught my wrist. His voice lowered against my ear.
“Leslie, don’t let pride trip you up. Yes, this alliance is uncomfortable-but it gives us the perfect chance to touch Crimson Moon Pack’s lifeline: the Weeping Canyon. Shared risk, shared gain. This deal’s in our favor.”
I froze for a moment. Then the implications clicked.
Kirby’s concerns were the same as ours. This three-way pact-despite the bitterness-was the smarter move. I’d let my personal feelings cloud my vision.
The frustration in my chest cleared.