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She tried to pay using her Pack account-only to be informed that any transaction of this size required direct authorization from the Pack’s Alpha: Kirby.
Kirby’s POV
I was buried in the fallout from the “Fang of the Ancients” scandal, stressed out and furious, trying to manage the chaos it left in its wake.
That’s when my chief aide Malach burst into the office, clearly panicked.
“Alpha! It’s bad!”
“What now?!” I barked.
“It’s… it’s Miss Slyvana…” Malach’s voice was shaking. “She… she racked up a 38 million credit tab at Amala’s ‘Night of Rarities’ auction… and now she can’t pay. They’re demanding you authorize the payment immediately-or they’ll report it to the Contract Tribunal.”
Leslie’s POV
After Kirby finally paid off the astronomical bill, Slyvana and Liana fled the Night of Rarities in complete disgrace, their retreat watched with barely suppressed snickers and whispers from all sides.
Watching their humiliated backs, I felt utterly satisfied.
The farce was over-and I had won.
To celebrate, I invited Carl, Thorbane, and my best friend Astrid to dine with me at the famed Laurel Restaurant, the most prestigious establishment in Central City.
What I didn’t expect… was for fate to once again show its flair for irony.
We had just taken our seats in the private room we’d reserved, when the door opened.
At the front stood Alan.
And behind him… was Kirby.
A classic case of enemies crossing paths.
“Leslie,” Alan said with an awkward smile, “what a coincidence. Didn’t expect to run into you here. Oliver invited me for a meeting too. If you don’t mind, maybe we could… share a table?”
I looked at Alan, then at Kirby-whose expression was equally unreadable. A cold smile tugged at my lips.
Coincidence? I didn’t believe that for a second. This was clearly a premeditated “accidental” encounter.
“Not at all,” Carl replied before I could say anything.
He turned to Kirby and flashed him a taunting, almost predatory grin. “Perfect timing. I haven’t had the chance to share a drink with the famous heir of Crimson Moon Pack.”
Thorbane’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t speak.
And just like that, the atmosphere in the room turned suffocating.
Kirby’s eyes settled on me. In his gaze, I saw regret, pain, and something else-something low and pleading that I couldn’t quite decipher.
He looked like he wanted to say something. But in the end, he said nothing at all, just quietly sat down… at the farthest seat from mine.
The dinner was heavy with tension.
Carl never missed a chance to prod Kirby-mocking him about Pack strength, battle prowess, even about how well he knew me.
Kirby, unusually, remained silent through it all.
He drank quietly, glass after glass, his gaze never leaving me.
I ignored him completely, chatting only with Thorbane and Astrid, treating Kirby as if he were nothing more than a decorative object in the background.
Eventually, the awkward meal came to an end.
Just as we were about to leave, Kirby suddenly stood up-and stepped in front of me.
“Leslie,” he said, voice hoarse, “can we talk? Just the two of us?”
Leslie’s POV
“Talk?” I looked at him like he’d just cracked a joke.
“Alpha,” I said with a smile that could cut glass, “I believe we stopped having anything to talk about a long time ago.”
“Leslie…” he said my name with visible struggle, his eyes raw with desperation. “Please. Just five minutes.”
“Oh?” Carl stepped forward and placed himself between us, shielding me. He arched a brow at Kirby. “What part of ‘no’ do you not understand? She said she doesn’t want to talk.”
Thorbane stood as well. He didn’t say a word, but the sheer weight of his Alpha aura-calm yet commanding-spoke volumes.
Kirby’s expression turned ugly in an instant.
He understood. With my two powerful brothers present, there was no way he’d get a private moment with me tonight.
He took a long breath. And then, as if making the hardest decision of his life-he bowed.
Deeply.
“I’m sorry.”
…
Those words left his lips slowly-heavily.
Painfully.
Leslie’s POV
Everyone in the room-Alan, Astrid, even Carl and Thorbane-froze in place.
No one had expected this: that the once-arrogant, untouchable heir to the Crimson Moon Pack would lower his proud head and offer an apology to his ex-wife in front of so many witnesses.
But me?
I felt nothing.
Not a flicker of emotion. Only cold detachment.
Love that comes late is cheaper than weeds.
And apologies that come late… mean nothing.
“If you’re apologizing for the past three years,” I said calmly, “then a mere ‘sorry’ is far too light.”
“If it’s about the Fang of the Ancients, then let me save you the trouble-there’s nothing to discuss.”
“Leslie!” he snapped, eyes bloodshot. “What the hell do you want from me?!”
“What do I want?” I smiled, bright and dazzling. “Didn’t I already tell you long ago?”
“Crimson Moon Pack will withdraw from the Moon Goddess Relic Project. Trade your future… to redeem your past.”
“Or-“I let my gaze sweep over him, then to the glory and pride of Crimson Moon Pack standing behind him, “you and your family will pay your blood debt to me-with your dignity.”