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“Move in?” I raised a brow.
“That’s right,” Carl snapped his fingers. “Come live with me. Starting today, you’ll be known as Carl’s rumored girlfriend. I want every werewolf on the continent to know that the woman Kirby Crimson Moon threw away is now being cherished like a treasure by the Blade of the Wild. I want him to wake up every morning to news of us going out together, smiling together -so he’ll finally understand what it means to crave what he’ll never have.”
I stared at Carl, watching how excited he looked, like he couldn’t wait to start chaos. I pressed a hand to my forehead in exasperation.
“Carl, are you seriously that bored?”
“Life’s short. Gotta enjoy the ride while it lasts,” he said, winking at me. “Settled then! I’ll have my assistant move all my stuff over here right now!”
He didn’t even wait for my permission before pulling out his communicator and starting the arrangements.
Watching him, I suddenly thought-maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.
Kirby, didn’t you want to know what it looks like when I’m with another man?
Then I’ll show you.
Leslie POV
Carl had always been terrifyingly efficient.
In less than half a day, his “luggage”-which could honestly pass for a mobile armory-had been hauled into the Governor’s Estate in grand, overwhelming fashion. It included, but was not limited to: over a dozen warblades etched with different runes, several sets of battle gear made from dragonhide and mithril, and a whole collection of bizarre adventuring tools whose names I didn’t even know.
He had, in every sense of the word, moved in.
The very first thing he did after settling in was “upgrade the defense system”-in his words, to “protect his sister.” As a result, the estate’s security level was raised three full tiers.
Now? Forget Kirby. I doubted even a Crimson Moon Pack fly could buzz its way into my territory.
Meanwhile, rumors that “The Blade of the Wild and the Rogue Pack Queen are now cohabiting” spread like wildfire across the entire continent’s Pack network.
I didn’t care.
Because I had more important things to deal with.
“Liam,” I called my chief aide into the office, “any movement from Rowan or Drax lately?”
“Your Excellency,” Liam answered respectfully, “all the enterprises overseen by Elder Drax have been fully taken over by our people. He raised objections in the council a few days ago, but the other elders shut him down. All of his assets and holdings are being quietly acquired per your orders by Lord Thorbane. I expect he’ll be applying for ‘early retirement’ soon. As for Bata Rowan…”
Liam hesitated for a moment.
“Speak.”
“She… she hasn’t gone quiet like we predicted. Now that she’s been pushed to the edges, she’s gone off the rails. She’s been using the remnants of Elder Drax’s influence to spread damaging rumors about you among the subordinate Packs here in Westview.”
“Rumors?” I arched a brow. “Let’s hear them.”
“She’s claiming that you’ve dragged all of Westview into conflict with the Crimson Moon Pack over a personal grudge with Kirby, accusing you of abusing public power for private revenge. She also says your spending during the Moon Goddess Hunt Festival was excessive and irresponsible, calling it fiscal recklessness. And she’s even gone so far as to say you’re promiscuous, involved with multiple Alphas, and unfit to serve as Governor.”
I listened quietly, and instead of anger, I laughed.
These tactics were no different from the pathetic political smear campaigns I’d seen in the human world.
“Where is she now?”
“She’s at the Silvermoon Salon, hosting a meeting with a group of minor Pack matriarchs who’ve had longstanding resentment toward you. She’s trying to stir them up to petition the royal capital for your removal.”
“Good.” A cold glint flickered in my eyes. “It’s time these brainless little pests learned how sharp a queen’s fangs can be.”
“Get the car ready. We’re going to Silvermoon Salon.”
“Your Excellency,” Liam added, “Mr. Eric also just sent word-he’ll be at Silvermoon Salon tonight as well.”
“Oh?” A slow, dangerous smile curved at the corners of my lips. “Even better. Every play needs a good audience.”
Leslie Rogue Pack POV
The Silvermoon Salon was the premier social venue for high-ranking she-wolves in Westview.
Only the most prominent female leaders of the Packs-or their spouses-had the status to step through its doors.
When Eric and I arrived, Rowan was surrounded by a group of overly dolled-up Pack matriarchs, animatedly badmouthing me in vivid detail.
“… you don’t understand how calculating she is,” Rowan was saying dramatically. “It’s that manipulative streak of hers that lets her juggle men like toys-” She looked up mid-sentence and locked eyes with me standing at the entrance.
Her expression froze.
The other women around her blanched, retreating quickly as if afraid of getting caught in the blast.
I didn’t acknowledge any of them. I walked straight to the center stage of the salon.
There, a massive crystal screen-usually reserved for showcasing the newest luxury goods and jewelry-sat quietly powered down.
I took the microphone and smiled warmly at the now-terrified ladies seated below.
“Good evening, everyone. Apologies for interrupting your gathering.”
“I’m only here for one reason-housekeeping.”
The moment I finished speaking, the crystal screen behind me lit up.
But instead of a luxury ad, it began playing footage I had Liam prepare in advance-evidence of Rowan’s secret dealings with Elder Drax, as well as their more…, intimate encounters. Enough to ruin her reputation completely.
Her voice rang out, crystal clear across the entire salon:
“…as long as you help me become the next Governor, Elder, I promise thirty percent of Westview’s crystal mine profits over the next ten years will go into your private account…”
“… that bitch Leslie is only where she is because of her filthy relationship with Thorbane. Once I’m in charge, she’ll be the first one I make beg for death…”
One scene after another, her betrayal, greed, and filth were laid bare for all to see.
“”Ahhh!” Rowan screamed in desperation.
The salon fell into stunned silence.
Everyone was too shocked to speak-blindsided by the sheer scale and audacity of the expos?.
And this… was just the beginning.
The final segment showed Rowan secretly meeting with the leader of Bone Pack during a banquet. In the footage, she clearly promised that once they took me down together, she would bring Bone Pack’s outcast rouges into the Rogue Pack.
High treason.
The gravest, most unforgivable crime in all of werewolf society.
Boom.
The entire salon erupted.
“Oh my god! She’s a traitor!”
“She’s lost her mind! Betraying the Rogue Pack royals?!”