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“Something’s wrong, Kirby,” Lance growled low in my mind. “Her voice… it was too calm. The kind of calm right before a storm. And with the bond broken, she has no reason to obey you anymore.”
“Shut up, Lance!” I snapped. “She’s afraid. That’s all. An Omega like her can’t make waves. Once she’s here, we’ll deal with the heart transplant first. Everything else can wait.”
I brushed off Lance’s unease and reclaimed the sense of control an Alpha should have.
She would come.She had to come.
Leslie’s POV:
In the warmth of my father’s study, I scaled the ancient wolfhide scroll with my own blood infused with Alpha essence and the mark of my Lycan Spirit, completely severing the mate bond with Kirby.
The moment the bond was broken, Asphodel let out a long, exhilarated howl within me, as though freed from invisible shackles.
And I too felt something heavy dissolve deep within my soul. There was a sharp sting- rebound from forcefully severing a fated connection-but more than that, there was release. Freedom.
Finally free, Leslie! Asphodel’s voice rang out inside me, pulsing with elation and barely contained bloodlust. Now let’s tear those bastards apart-every last one of them who dared humiliate us!
Calm down, Asphodel, I soothed my Lycan Spirit. Vengeance doesn’t need to be rushed. But the reckoning-it starts now.
I took the formal dissolution document my father had prepared. Even though I had already severed the bond on my own, the paperwork was necessary.
I contacted Kirby.
I could feel his fury through the phone. And when he still had the audacity to demand I come to the hospital and sacrifice myself, whatever lingering sentiment I had for him iced over into pure killing intent.
He still wanted my heart.
Kill him! Leslie, let me out-I’ll rip him to pieces! Asphodel snarled viciously inside my mind.
No, I replied coldly. Killing him outright is too easy. I want Kirby-and the entire Crimson Moon Pack -to pay for every last humiliation of these past three years.
I agreed to meet him at the hospital-not as submission, but as a tactical strike. Thorbane had already arranged everything. Dozens of Rogue’s elite wolf warriors were positioned around Crimson Moon Pack’s hospital, ready to move the moment I gave the signal.
And I… I needed to see for myself how far their schemes had gone.
Riding in the stealth shadowcraft my father had prepared-shielded from all tracking and detection-I once again entered Crimson Moon Pack territory.
The air here still held that familiar scent unique to this Pack. But now it reeked of hypocrisy. It was foul.
Inside the hospital, the sharp tang of antiseptic mingled with the musk of werewolf pheromones-Beta doctors’ anxiety, guards’ tension, and… a faintly sweet Omega scent laced with sickness and a touch of something far less noticeable: deception.
I pushed open the door to Liana’s room.
Kirby stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold and oppressive. When he saw me, a flicker of surprise crossed his face-only to be replaced by anger and that obsessive need to dominate. On the bed, Liana lay pale and fragile, her expression pitiful, like a delicate flower about to wilt.
“Leslie, you finally came,” she said weakly, her voice tinged with just the right amount of grievance. “I feel… awful…”
Asphodel growled low in my chest, filled with disdain and bloodthirst.
I swept a cold glance across her, then turned my eyes on Kirby, my lips curling into a sneer.
“If it’s so awful, why not just die already?” I walked to the bedside and looked down at her from above. “Cut the act, Liana. I don’t have time for your performance.”
Leslie’s POV (Crimson Moon Pack Hospital)
The moment the words left my mouth, the air in the room seemed to freeze. Liana’s fragile expression stiffened, replaced for a brief second by panic and venom-though she quickly masked it.
Kirby’s brow furrowed, his icy blue eyes fixed on me, and his oppressive Alpha aura pressed down like a storm, trying to force submission.
He’s still defending her! Asphodel snarled inside me. Leslie, let me tear that lying Omega apart!
Calm down, I replied. The real show is just beginning.
Ignoring Kirby’s glare, I turned to the Pack’s physician. “I want to see today’s life essence diagnostic and her Lycan Spirit status assessment.”
The Beta doctor hesitated and looked toward Kirby.
Kirby gave a cold snort, his voice sharp with command. “Let her see it. She’s… still my Soulbond Mate.”
He still hadn’t accepted the reality of the severed bond-or perhaps he simply refused to admit it.
The physician dared not defy him and quickly retrieved a medical scroll inscribed with crystal ink. I took it and unrolled the parchment. It was filled with detailed wolfkind script describing Liana’s “condition”-her Lycan Spirit deteriorating rapidly, her life essence draining, heart function near total collapse. The conclusion: an emergency heart transplant was the only chance for survival.
The report was “perfectly” forged-flawless on the surface.
If I hadn’t been born the Lycan King’s daughter, trained from a young age in Pack secrets and ancient medical texts-and if I didn’t have an Alpha’s acute sensitivity to life energy-I might have believed it, too.
“You see, Leslie?” Kirby’s voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. “Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!”
I closed the scroll without expression. The physician beside me spoke up on cue,
“Ma’am, Miss Liana’s condition truly is critical. If we delay any further-“
“If you agree to the transplant,” Kirby interrupted, eyes burning as he offered what he thought was a compelling deal, “once this is over, I’ll let you leave with half of Crimson Moon Pack’s liquid assets. We’ll be even.”
He wanted to buy my heart with money? How generous. Asphodel growled in my chest, amused and disgusted.
“No… no…” Liana said weakly from the bed, her eyes misting up at just the right moment. “Kirby, you’ve done enough for me… I can’t let you keep pushing Leslie…”
Watching them trade lines like actors on a stage made me want to laugh.
“If it’s really that serious,” I said suddenly, my voice calm and clear, “then let’s begin the ritual now.”
A flicker of joy flashed across Kirby’s eyes. Even Liana’s expression showed surprise-as if she hadn’t expected me to “give in” so easily.
I looked at them both and spoke slowly, deliberately. “Of course-but not with my heart.”
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
“I’ve already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Liana’s heart,” I continued. “Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I’ve also invited Elder Ella-known throughout all Packs for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise-from the Holy Mountain to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor’s lounge downstairs. I’ll go bring her up now.”
Liana’s POV (Crimson Moon Pack Hospital)
When that bitch Leslie said she’d agree to the ritual, I nearly burst with joy. She was finally scared! Once she was on the altar-even if she didn’t die, she’d be ruined!
But her next words struck like lightning through my skull,
Another donor? Elder Ella?!
Elder Ella?! That ancient monster rumored to be hundreds of years old? Known for her unfathomable power, her ruthless impartiality, and her ability to see through every lie?!
No. No, this couldn’t be happening.
Where would she even find a donor like that? A match that rare only appears once in a million cases! And how could she possibly summon Elder Ella-who never leaves the Holy Mountain?!
The blood in my body turned to ice. Fear gripped me by the throat. It was over. Completely over.
If Elder Ella came, she’d uncover everything-my disguise, the falsified report. And once the truth was revealed, I wouldn’t just lose the heart transplant. Deceiving an Alpha and framing a fellow Pack member… I’d be stripped of everything. Maybe even executed.
My Omega Lycan Spirit whimpered in despair, trembling in terror.
No. I couldn’t let her come. I couldn’t let Elder Ella into this room.