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“Rogue Pack,” he growled through gritted teeth, using my Pack name like a curse, “this has nothing to do with you. Step aside. I need to see Leslie.”
“See her?” I laughed-a slow, taunting laugh. “She’s asleep. After all, she’s had it rough these past three years. Lots of bad memories to put to rest. You… wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Alpha?”
I emphasized “Alpha” on purpose-just to remind him that he no longer had the right to call my sister by anything more familiar.
“You-” His fury exploded, and a tidal wave of Alpha pressure surged toward me.
My smile vanished.
“Kirby,” I said, my tone turning cold, “Leslie doesn’t want to see you. Now get off her land. Right now. Or I’ll gladly add the head of the Crimson Moon Pack’s future Alpha to my trophy collection.”
I wasn’t bluffing.
Leslie’s POV
The violent clash of Alpha auras outside woke me from sleep.
One was Carl-radiating the domineering, blazing heat of the sun.
The other… was Kirby. I knew that presence too well-angry, jealous, tortured.
He actually followed me here?
I slipped on a silk robe and walked slowly to the front entrance.
There I saw Carl, lounging against the doorway like it was a game to him, his voice sharp enough to drive anyone mad. Kirby, on the other hand, looked like a caged beast, roaring in vain.
What a scene.
“Carl,” I said calmly. My voice wasn’t loud, but it reached both of them with clarity. “What’s going on? Who’s the stray mutt barking outside my door in the middle of the night?”
Both men turned to look at me.
The moment Kirby saw me, the rage in his eyes gave way to something far more complicated- pain, regret, and a desperate, pleading kind of hope.
“Leslie…” he said hoarsely. “I… I saw you in Halinport…”
“What did you see?” I cut him off coldly. “You saw me standing next to another man. So what? Kirby, what does that have to do with you?”
“I…” He had no answer.
“Let me ask you again,” I said, my voice like a Siberian blizzard, “Kirby, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack-what gives you the right to break into the Governor’s estate in the dead of night? What gives you the right to unleash your pressure on my guards?”
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Exactly. What right did he have?
An ex-husband? A man I’d kicked out of my life without a second thought?
The Crimson Moon Pack heir? The young master of a rival Pack that stood against everything I represented?
None of it gave him any excuse for this pathetic, delusional stunt tonight.
I stared at the face twisted by shame and anguish, but I felt no satisfaction. Only apathy.
“Kirby,” I said, delivering my verdict with finality, “you mean nothing to me.”
“You have no power to step onto my land. No right to question my life. And you certainly have no right to show your face in front of me ever again.”
“Carl,” I turned to my brother, “get him out of my sight.”
“I’m tired. I’m going back to bed.”
I didn’t spare him another glance as I turned and walked deeper into the estate.
Behind me, I heard Kirby’s barely stifled growl, filled with pain.
And then, Carl’s cold, satisfied voice.
“You heard her, Alpha of Crimson Moon Pack. Get lost.”
The heavy door of the estate closed behind me.
Kirby’s POV
I was locked out of the Governor’s estate.
That heavy door, engraved with the Rogue Pack royal crest, stood like a guillotine-cold, merciless, severing every last tie between me and Leslie.
Her final words-“Get him out of my sight”-stabbed into my heart like a poisoned icicle. With every beat, it twisted deeper, sharper, colder.
I returned to the Crimson Moon Pack’s temporary base in Westview like a disgraced, defeated lone wolf.
Waiting for me was Liana, her face tight with concern.
“Kirby, you’re back… You look awful. Did you see Leslie? Did she… did she hurt you again?” She reached out to smooth the crease between my brows, but I recoiled in disgust.
“Don’t touch me.” My voice was hoarse, thick with fury.
“Kirby…” Her eyes filled with tears instantly. That pitiful, trembling look-once, it would’ve stirred my protective instincts without fail.
But now, all I saw was how fake and ridiculous it was.
“She’s like a rose with thorns, Kirby,” Liana sobbed, falling back on her usual tone-syrupy sweet, laced with veiled malice. “Beautiful, but she hurts anyone who gets too close. She’s not worth your pain-“
“Shut up!” I snapped, finally losing control. “What do you know?! What gives you the right to talk about her?!”
My eyes burned red as I glared at her. The out-of-control storm of Alpha pressure radiating from me made her shrink back in fear, her face going pale.
“Let me tell you something, Liana,” I said through clenched teeth, each word carved from the rawest pain in my chest, “every thorn on her body-we put them there. I put them there. Crimson Moon Pack did this to her. She used to be a rose willing to hide her thorns, soft and gentle-just for me!”
I turned away, leaving her frozen in place, and threw myself onto the couch.
Gripping my hair, I shut my eyes, but Carl’s mocking words from last night wouldn’t stop echoing in my head.
My wife-no, my ex-wife-is now living under the same roof as another Alpha. A stronger one.
Just the thought of it made jealousy burn through my insides like acid, turning my organs to ash.
Leslie’s POV – Governor’s Estate, Westview
“Can’t believe that idiot actually slunk off like that.”
The next morning, Carl was sipping the coffee I’d made him, thoroughly enjoying my recount of last night’s “battle.”
“What else did you expect?” I flipped a page of the file I was reading. “You think I was going to let him crash here for the night?”
“Wouldn’t be necessary.” Carl chuckled, mischief dancing in those devil-may-care eyes of his. “But Leslie, I do have an idea-one that’ll hurt that Crimson Moon Alpha more than death.”
“What idea?”
“Move in.”