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“Leslie,” he said warmly, stepping forward to pull me into an embrace. His Alpha aura-steady as winter pine-instantly grounded me with its calm strength. “I heard everything about what you’ve accomplished in Westview. Father… is proud of you.”
“Really?” A wave of warmth stirred in my chest.
“Of course.” He smiled, then pulled out a small object from inside his coat-a royal seal forged from obsidian stardust, etched with the ancient sigil of our bloodline. He placed it gently into my hands.
“Father says you’ve proven that you’re capable of standing on your own. This is yours now.”
“What is it…” I asked, gazing at the seal, feeling the immense, almost bottomless energy pulsing within it.
“The royal key to the Shadow Vault,” Thorbane explained. “It’s the Rogue Pack’s ancestral treasure cache, separate from the crown’s main treasury-passed down for thousands of years. What’s inside could fund a continent-wide war without drawing a single coin from the royal reserves.”
“Father said it’s time you had your own war chest.”
As I held that key, emotions rushed through me. It wasn’t just a symbol of wealth-it was proof of the highest recognition and trust from my family.
Just then, the sound of deliberately heavy footsteps echoed from the stairs above.
Carl, ever the chaos-seeker, strolled into the room.
“Well, well, look who’s here,” he said, eyeing Thorbane with a grin. “So? Isn’t our Leslie looking more and more like a real queen?”
For the first time since that nightmare of a political marriage three years ago, the three of us- Thorbane with his steadiness, Carl with his recklessness, and me with my sharpened steel- were truly together again.
We sat as a family, sharing warmth that was rare and precious in our world.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Carl said, eyes lighting up mischievously as he turned to me. “Amala’s throwing a private ‘Night of Rarities’ tonight in Central City. Word is, she’s showing off all kinds of strange artifacts they’ve dug up from ancient ruins. Interested in checking it out?”
I looked at Thorbane. He gave a quiet smile and nodded.
“Go. Let the entire werewolf continent see what kind of power and grace the Rogue Pack princess now commands.”
I smiled.
Having family by my side-this feeling… was priceless.
Leslie’s POV
Amala’s “Night of Rarities” was held in the “Hall of No Light”-an exclusive venue in Central City with security measures rivaling a royal palace.
Carl, my best friend Astrid, and I arrived together.
The hall was filled with the most powerful werewolves on the Westview continent. The air itself buzzed with wealth and dominance.
But I hadn’t expected to cross paths with those two vipers again.
In one corner of the exhibition space, Slyvana was hanging onto Liana’s arm, whispering with a few she-wolves from minor Packs.
Liana looked better than she had in Halinport. Her pale face wore that familiar frail, pitiful smile-the kind that made people want to protect her. With her propped up beside her, Slyvana seemed to have regained all of her old arrogance and bluster.
The moment we entered, Slyvana’s eyes locked on us-burning with bitter resentment.
She clearly wanted to provoke me. She grabbed Liana and led her over to a display case.
Inside was a pair of razor-sharp assassin’s daggers, forged from the legendary “Stellar Meteorite Steel.”
“These daggers aren’t bad,” Slyvana said haughtily to the exhibit curator. “We, the Crimson Moon Pack, will take them.”
The curator glanced at the astronomical price tag and hesitated. “Miss Crimson Moon Pack, the ‘Starfall Blades’ are among the rarest items tonight. The price is…”
“Price isn’t a problem!” Slyvana cut him off impatiently, then turned her smug, venomous gaze toward me.
“I just want to show a certain country bumpkin what real wealth and class look like! Hmph, everything she wants-I’ll take. She won’t get anything tonight!”
Her ridiculous declaration gave me a sudden, brilliant idea.
I strolled over to the case and picked up the daggers, inspecting them with exaggerated admiration.
“These blades are lovely,” I said with a calm smile, then looked to the curator. “But it seems
Miss Crimson Moon Pack appreciates them even more than I do.”
I turned to Slyvana, beaming with sweet civility. “Since you’re so enthusiastic, I’d hate to take what you love. I wouldn’t dream of stealing your treasure.”
Then I casually pointed to another display across the aisle-rows of glowing vials filled with exotic, shimmering potions and rare materials encased in crystal.
“Actually, I was more interested in these,” I said innocently. “But since Miss Crimson Moon Pack already said she’ll take everything I want-well, by all means, she can have these too.”
As I spoke, I discreetly activated the smartwatch my brother Thorbane had given me-the one that could record both video and audio.
“Everyone heard that, right?” I raised my voice just enough to draw attention. Every nearby guest turned to watch the unfolding drama.
“Our gracious, generous Miss Slyvana of the Crimson Moon Pack has declared she’ll be buying everything I so much as glance at tonight! What boldness! Let’s give her a round of applause!”
Leslie’s POV
With just a little prompting from me-and the cager stares of onlookers ready for drama- Slyvana let her vanity completely take over.
She straightened her back, lifted her chin like a benevolent queen, and said to the now- grinning curator in a condescending tone, “That’s right! I’ll take all of these. Have them wrapped.”
The curator, energized like he’d been shot with adrenaline, immediately began tallying the total with lightning speed.
Meanwhile, Slyvana stood like a triumphant peacock, head held high, eyes filled with smug defiance as she looked at me.
Even Liana, clinging beside her, gave a gloating little smile-like some pitiful victor basking in a hollow win.
They really thought they could humiliate me… with money?
How na?ve.
Soon, the curator respectfully handed over a comically long invoice.
“Miss Crimson Moon Pack,” he said, “your selected items include the ‘Starfall Blades,’ ‘Millennial Dragonblood Essence,’ ‘Tears of the Deep Sea Naga’… and 137 other rare items. The total comes to 38 million credit points. Will you be paying via your Pack account or personal account?”
“Th-thirty-eight million?!”
The color drained from Slyvana’s face. Her arrogance instantly crumbled.
“How… how is it that much?!” she shrieked.
“Ma’am,” the curator said with a professional smile, “the “Tears of the Deep Sea Naga’ you selected is the last known vial in existence. The single-unit price exceeds 15 million…”
“I-I was joking! I don’t want them anymore!” Slyvana finally panicked and tried to back out.
“Joking?” I raised a brow and calmly aimed the “Eye of Truth” bracelet on my wrist toward the exhibition hall’s central crystal screen.
A moment later, her smug face from earlier-and the line “Everything she wants, I’ll take”-was projected in perfect clarity for all to see.
Undeniable.
“Miss Crimson Moon Pack,” I said sweetly as I lowered my bracelet, “during the ‘Night of Rarities, all public declarations are witnessed by the God of Contracts. If you back out now, you won’t just damage your own credibility-you’ll tarnish the honor of the entire Crimson Moon Pack.”
Slyvana froze. She looked at the massive total on the invoice… then at the crowd of werewolves now watching with open mockery. Her eyes welled up with tears.