Filed To Story: Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath (Leslie and Kirby) Book PDF Free
Just then, an enraged voice thundered in from the doorway.
“Rowan!”
A regal woman stormed in with several powerful guards behind her.
It was Elder Drax’s legal wife.
The moment she saw the footage on screen-and the shell-shocked Rowan crumpled on the floor-she understood everything.
“You filthy tramp! Seducing my husband?! Trying to drag our whole family down with you?!”
She lunged at Rowan like a fury unleashed, raining down furious punches and kicks charged with werewolf strength and rage.
In the blink of an eye, the high-society ladies’ salon had descended into chaos-screams, cursing, limbs flying in every direction.
I stood still, watching with cold detachment, then turned my gaze to the cluster of Pack matriarchs who had been badmouthing me alongside Rowan just moments ago. Now, they looked like frightened rabbits.
Still smiling, I asked lightly, “So then… who else would like to submit a petition to the capital calling for my impeachment?”
Leslie’s POV
The Silvermoon Salon was in total disarray.
Rowan, now no better than a beaten dog, was being dragged and battered by the furious Lady. Her screams echoed through the room-shrill, desperate, and pitiful.
Her once-luxurious gown was shredded to rags, exposing bloodied skin covered in scratches and bruises. The face that had once turned heads was now swollen and unrecognizable, smeared with tears, wine, and blood. All her beauty was gone.
The women who’d joined her in slandering me now cowered like frightened quails, pressed into the corners of the salon, not daring to breathe too loudly.
They looked at me with eyes full of terror and reverence.
I watched the chaos unfold in silence, unmoved, until Lady Drax finally wore herself out. I gave a signal to the Rogue Pack guards behind me.
Two guards in black leather armor stepped forward and, without an ounce of pity, hauled Rowan’s half-conscious body up off the floor.
“Your Excellency… have mercy… I was wrong…” she whispered, barely audible, begging me with the last scraps of her strength.
I walked over to her, crouched down, and gently wiped the blood from her face with a silk handkerchief. I smiled at her-almost sweetly.
“Beta Rowan,” I said softly, leaning close to her ear so only she could hear, “I’m a very vengeful woman.”
“You thought spreading a few petty rumors would shake my reign? That was na?ve.”
“In the face of absolute power, your little schemes are nothing but a humiliating joke.”
“No… don’t…” Her eyes widened in horror as the weight of my words sank in.
I stood up and delivered my verdict, cold and final.
“In the name of the Governor of Westview and the Rogue Pack royal family, I hereby declare that Rowan is guilty of treason-of colluding with enemies and plotting to overthrow the territory. Her titles and assets are revoked. She is to be sentenced to the Blackstone Mines- lifelong labor. Let this serve as a warning to all.”
The Blackstone Mines!
Gasps filled the salon.
Every she-wolf present sucked in a breath of cold air.
That prison was the most feared facility in the entire Rogue Pack. Those sent there lived in darkness, crushed under endless labor and radiation until death finally claimed them. It was a fate far worse than death itself.
“No-! Leslie! You can’t do this! I was wrong! I swear I was wrong!” Rowan shrieked, her voice hoarse and piercing, but the guards didn’t flinch. They dragged her out without a second glance.
I turned around and let my gaze sweep over the group of women who had, not long ago, been mocking me without restraint. Now, they looked like their souls had fled their bodies.
I smiled faintly and asked, in a calm, unhurried voice, “So-who else here has a problem with my authority?”
Thud!Thud!
One after another, starting with Lady Drax, the women dropped to their knees, their legs giving out beneath them.
“Your Excellency, please have mercy!”
“We’ll never question you again!”
“We pledge our utmost loyalty to you!”
The salon filled with desperate apologies, cries for mercy, and oaths of allegiance.
I nodded in satisfaction.
“Good.”
“Then start by apologizing-to your Queen.”
With Eric’s overwhelming Alpha pressure looming over them, and my own icy stare bearing down, those proud, high-ranking she-wolves had no choice but to lower their heads one by one, their voices trembling as they delivered their overdue, fear-drenched apologies to me.
I knew that after today, Westview would never again dare raise its voice against my rule.
The farce ended with my absolute and undisputed victory.
Leslie’s POV
The incident at Silvermoon Salon spread across Westview-and far beyond-with unstoppable force.
Leslie of the Rogue Pack, had bared my fangs for all to see, and I did it in the bloodiest, most direct way possible.
Every faction that had once schemed in the shadows, quietly testing my limits, had now fallen silent. Their flags were lowered, their voices stilled.
Eric, in this storm, played the part of the perfect guardian.
Not only had he stood by me in public at the salon, but afterward, he’d used Frost Pack’s vast intelligence network and media channels to broadcast the official narrative far and wide: The wise and powerful Rogue Pack Governor decisively rooted out treachery, delivering swift justice and a resounding warning to all.
In a matter of hours, my authority in Westview reached an all-time high.
And with it, the rumors swirling around me and Eric-our undefined relationship-only grew hotter.
“You’re really not worried people will believe there’s something going on between us?”
We were in the garden of the Governor’s Estate. I was sipping rose tea, watching Eric casually tend to the roses.
“Worried?” He snipped the fullest red bloom still beaded with dew, turned, and tucked it gently into my hair. “I’d be thrilled.”
His usual flippant expression was gone. In its place was something I’d never seen in his eyes before-raw, sincere, and burning.
“Leslie,” he said, his voice deep and steady, “I’m not helping you. I’m courting you.”
“I don’t care about your past, or whatever unfinished mess you have with Kirby Crimson Moon. I only know that the first time I saw you-when I was twelve-my wolf told me it was you. You’re the only woman who can stand beside me at the top of the world.”
I looked at him, a faint stir fluttering in my chest.
I couldn’t deny it. Eric was a dangerously charming Alpha-powerful, wealthy, intelligent, and he knew exactly how to win a woman over.
But my heart… had long since been forged into ice by those three years of hell. I didn’t know if it could ever thaw again-for anyone.