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Fifty million?
Now I was awake. I laughed softly.
Who did they think they were fooling?
Sure, maybe the Ancestor’s Fang was worth that much on its own.
But because it was the symbol of Crimson Moon Pack? That fifty million wouldn’t even cover a fraction of what it was really worth to them.
“Keep watching,” I told Astrid. “Everyone bidding right now is just a low-level scavenger trying to get lucky.”
“Exactly,” she snorted. “And get this-one of them? I asked around. Guess who’s behind it? Leiss. Looks like Kirby can’t sit still anymore and is trying to get someone else to buy it back for him.”
I raised an eyebrow. As expected.
He knew he couldn’t buy it directly from me, so he tried a proxy? Pathetic.
Day after day, the bids on my Moonbook post climbed higher. Anonymous offers had already reached one hundred million credits.
But I didn’t respond. Not once.
I was a patient hunter-waiting for the real prize to rise to the surface.
Beta Rowan and Elder Drax’s power was already unraveling under my pressure. Soon they’d be reduced to nobodies in Westview, unable to threaten me again. This city would soon be fully under my control.
That afternoon, I was reviewing documents for the third phase of the Moon Goddess Relic project when Liam’s internal call came through. His voice was unusually serious.
“Your Excellency, the Crimson Moon Pack Alpha… has arrived.”
My eyebrow arched.
So he finally came.
When the small fish fail, the old shark takes the bait.
Kirby’s father-Marcus Crimson Moon Pack. A temperamental, ruthless old wolf king who hadn’t left the inner territory of Crimson Moon Pack in nearly a decade.
I guess the matter of the Ancestor’s Fang had really pushed him to the edge.
“He’s waiting in the guest hall?” I asked.
Liam shook his head. “No. He bypassed all security and arrived at your office half an hour ago. He said… he’ll wait there until you show up.”
I was a little surprised-but only for a moment.
Of course. Classic old wolf king. Always making an entrance. Was this supposed to intimidate me?
I lowered my head and smiled, then stood, smoothed my skirt, and walked toward the office doors.
I pushed them open and stepped inside.
Sure enough, there he was.
A tall man with silvered hair, sharp eyes like a hawk, sitting calmly on the main sofa of my office.
Marcus Crimson Moon Pack. Kirby’s father.
But he didn’t project the Alpha aura I expected. In fact, he had drawn in all his energy. He looked… simply like a dignified patriarch.
Which only made me more cautious.
Only the most dangerous predators know how to completely hide their claws.
“No manners?” he said when he saw me, voice rough and low but laced with absolute authority. “You walk in without knocking now?”
…
So the old man still thought he could treat me the way he used to?
How quaint.
Leslie’s POV – Westview Headquarters Office
“This is my office. You expect me to knock before I walk in?” I strolled behind my desk, took my seat with perfect composure, and smiled. “But Alpha, barging in uninvited and sitting in the host’s chair-in ancient werewolf etiquette, doesn’t that count as a declaration of war?”
Marcus’s face darkened at once.
“You-” he choked on my words, his expression turning stormy.
“Leslie, I underestimated you,” he sneered. “So that’s why you were so eager to break the bond -you were already cozying up to Thorbane. Don’t get too smug. I don’t believe for a second Thorbane would go against the entire Crimson Moon Pack just for a woman.”
I let out a cold, scornful laugh. “Wasn’t it your Pack who forced the bond to break? Have you already forgotten, Alpha, how you summoned me to Bloodrock Estate every week for your little ‘lectures’? Or how you made sure I never forgot how unworthy I was of your oh-so-noble Crimson Moon Pack?”
I hadn’t forgotten.
Those so-called ‘family gatherings’ had only ever served one purpose-to give Belle and Slyvana an open stage to torment me without restraint.
From body to mind, they broke me down piece by piece, reminding me constantly that I would never be one of them.
And it was all because of him. Because of his silence. His permission.
That’s why everyone in Crimson Moon Pack had felt so comfortable looking down on me.
“What are you getting at? You want to dredge up the past?” Marcus frowned, clearly unhappy with my attitude. “Is that how you speak to your elders?”
“Elders?” I let out a short laugh. “Please, Alpha, don’t try to claim kinship with me. I handle things professionally-I don’t coddle people just because they’re old. Let’s not waste time. You didn’t make an appointment, and I have a full day ahead.”
I deliberately glanced down at my watch, face blank, while the old wolf king across from me sat fuming.
“Leslie, how dare you talk to my father like that?” Slyyana blurted out, clearly rattled. “He’s an old man. Are you trying to give him a heart attack?”
I glanced at her and chuckled. “Hey now, don’t say things like that. The Alpha is getting on in years he could return to the Moon Goddess any day. Wouldn’t want people thinking I had anything to do with it.”
I paused, then added with a sweet smile, “I’ll be sure to send the most generous gift to his send- off. I’m certain the Alpha would be pleased.”
“Keep your filthy money!” Slyvana shot back, indignant.
“Enough!” Marcus snapped, silencing her with a growl.
He shot her a withering glare before turning back to me, expression hard. “Let’s get to the point, Leslie. My foolish daughter and daughter-in-law took something they had no right to flaunt, and you outplayed them. The Ancestor’s Fang is Crimson Moon Pack’s most sacred relic. Name your price. Whatever it is, I’ll pay it.”
I raised a brow. “Oh, so that’s what this is about. Unfortunately, I’ve already said-I’m not selling.”
Marcus’s expression darkened further, his eyes drilling into me. “I said name your price. Anything. Don’t be ungrateful.”
Marcus’s POV
I looked at the woman sitting in front of me.
Three years ago, this was the daughter-in-law who wouldn’t even lift her eyes in my presence, always quiet, always obedient.
Now, she sat across from me as an equal-no, not even that. She looked me in the eye with something close to mockery.