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“Yeah.” I replied flatly and turned to open the car door for her,
On the drive back to Bloodrock Estate, Liana seemed to sense my mood. She tried to make conversation, her tone laced with barely concealed hostility toward Leslie.
“Didn’t expect to see Leslie here… That Alpha with her looked impressive. She just divorced you and already jumped from one man to another, so openly too. Kirby, it’s not just shameful-it’s a disgrace. To you, to the entire Crimson Moon Pack.”
If this were before, I might’ve been angry-ashamed even-thinking Leslie had embarrassed me.
But now… now that I knew the truth, now that I’d seen how strong and radiant she had become… Liana’s words felt like needles in my ears.
I slammed the brakes.
“Disgrace?” I turned to her, my gaze cold as ice. She froze on the spot. “Liana, you want to talk to me about disgrace? Then let me ask you-when my mother and sister locked up my legal wife like an animal, abusing her for three years in the name of your so-called ‘perfect recovery environment-was that not a disgrace?”
“I… I didn’t know…” Liana’s face turned pale, her eyes welling up with tears.
There it was again.
That same pitiful, tearful expression.
It was that very look that made me believe her again and again three years ago. That made me keep choosing her, and sacrificing Leslie.
Now, all I felt was disgust.
“I’ve arranged for you to stay at Luna Estate, out west,” I said as I restarted the car. My voice was cold, detached. “They’ve got the best medical team and top-tier security. From now on, you’ll live there. Our… debt is settled.”
“Kirby! Are you… kicking me out?” Liana stared at me in disbelief.
“I’m not kicking you out,” I said, eyes fixed ahead. My tone remained calm. “I’m just putting things where they belong. You’re not my family. You’re not my partner. You don’t belong at Bloodrock Estate.”
When we reached Luna Estate, I waited while the servants led her inside-then drove off without looking back.
Whatever bond had tied us together, built on guilt and obligation, should end today.
Leslie’s POV Westview Governor’s Estate
“So that bastard really showed up at Halinport with that woman?”
In the dining room of the Governor’s Estate, Carl was elegantly slicing into the steak I’d grilled past three myself, listening as I told him everything that had happened over the years.
When I mentioned Kirby and Liana showing up together, his knife paused mid-slice. A flicker of cold killing intent flashed through his eyes.
“Yeah.” I nodded, my emotions a little tangled.
“That Liana… she’s the one who wanted you as a mobile organ bank, right?”
“That’s her.”
“Hah.” Carl let out a low scoff. “She really doesn’t know her place. An Omega with bloodline so weak it’s basically dried up, and she dares to covet the royal blood of the Rogue Pack? Crimson Moon Pack has a hell of a nerve.”
“It’s all in the past now, Carl,” I said. “All I want is to take back what they owe me-with interest.”
“Well said!” Carl raised his glass to me. “Now that’s Lars’s daughter talking. But just collecting debts? That’s too easy on them. Leslie, have you ever thought about making that Kirby fall in love with you all over again… then tossing him away like garbage?”
I blinked, then chuckled. “Carl, that’s a pretty unique take on revenge.”
“Damn right it is,” he said smugly, arching a brow. “When it comes to self-righteous Alphas like him, the only way to break them is to destroy every last bit of their pride. Let him see what kind of priceless treasure he gave up back then.”
I looked at Carl’s strikingly handsome face and the devil-may-care smile in his eyes. The frustration in my chest slowly melted away.
Yeah. Why let people who don’t matter ruin my mood?
Right now, I have family who love me, subordinates who are loyal, power at the highest level- and a bright future ahead.
And Kirby, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack? All he has left… is endless regret.
Kirby’s POV
It’s been two days since I saw Leslie at Halinport.
And in those two days, I’ve been a walking corpse.
By day, I forced myself to deal with Pack affairs and suppress the elders who were stirring trouble after the “Ancestor Fang” was taken.
By night, I locked myself in my office, drowning myself in alcohol to numb the heart torn apart by regret and jealousy.
That scene-Leslie and Carl wrapped in each other’s arms-kept replaying in my mind like a curse.
Photos of their “intimate embrace” were spreading like wildfire across the entire Pack network. Every werewolf was speculating whether the newly freed Queen of the Rogue Pack had become the latest partner of the legendary Blade of the Wild.
Just thinking about that made my wolf, Lance, howl and thrash in agony inside me.
No. I won’t allow it.
Leslie is mine! Even if we’re no longer bound by a marriage contract, she can only be mine!
That insane thought flared through me like wildfire, burning away what little logic I had left. I couldn’t take it anymore. I shot up from my chair, grabbed my coat, and stormed out of the office.
I had to see her. I had to know what was really going on between her and Carl.
I drove like a madman all the way to the gates of the Westview Governor’s Estate.
But what greeted me there were two rows of Rogue Pack royal guards, each holding a plasma lance and radiating an icy aura.
“Alpha Kirby,” the guard captain said without emotion, blocking my path, “the Governor is resting. She won’t be seeing any guests tonight.”
“I’m Kirby, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack!” I unleashed the full force of my Alpha pressure, trying to overwhelm them. “I have urgent business with your Governor. Move aside!”
But these guards were elite warriors of the Rogue Pack royal line. They simply straightened their backs slightly, forming an immovable wall with their equally powerful presence, blocking me completely.
“Our orders are to protect the Governor’s safety and peace,” the captain replied coldly. “Anyone who tries to force their way in-no matter who they are-will be killed on sight.”
Just as the standoff was about to escalate into a fight, the heavy doors of the estate slowly creaked open.
A tall figure in a silk robe strolled out at a leisurely pace, as if taking a casual walk in his own backyard.
It was Carl.
Carl’s POV
I was about to head back to bed when I sensed a familiar presence outside-a surge of restless, jealous Alpha energy.
Well, speak of the devil.
I pulled on a robe and strolled out casually.
As expected, it was Kirby, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack. He looked like a rabid beast, completely out of control, trying in vain to break through the royal guards of the Rogue Pack with sheer pressure.
How pathetic.
I leaned against the doorway, watching him with amusement as I drawled, “Well, well. Isn’t this the Crimson Moon Pack heir himself? What brings you all the way to Westview in the middle of the night? Don’t tell me… you’re here for the ex-wife you threw away yourself?”
His body went rigid. His blood-red eyes locked on me.