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Slyvana and Liana’s twisted faces-contorted by disbelief-were easily the most beautiful sight I’d seen all night.
“Miss Crimson Moon Pack,” Amala said with frosty finality, addressing the two uninvited intruders, “I don’t recall inviting your Pack to this ceremony. Please leave my event immediately. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to have my guards escort you out.”
Shame. Rage. Frustration. All those emotions dissolved into sheer humiliation in the face of absolute power and status. With mocking eyes watching their every move, Slyvana and Liana fled backstage, thoroughly disgraced.
As the ceremony came to a close, I celebrated privately in the penthouse lounge with Amala, my third brother Carl, and Astrid.
“To the Queen of the Wolves and her flawless victory!” Amala raised her glass high.
“My queen,” I said, pulling a brooch from my storage device-carved from stardust obsidian and glowing with a soft silver light-and handed it to her. “This is my gift to you, in honor of the success of the Moon Goddess Ceremony.”
“Oh?” Amala took the brooch, her eyes lighting up with delight.
“What about me? What about me?” Carl leaned in, pointing at himself expectantly, “I worked tail off today to help you anchor this event. Don’t I get a gift too?” my
“Sure,” I smirked. “How about I give you… myself?”
“Even better!” Carl leaned in to hug me, but I pushed him away in mock annoyance.
…
“Seriously, Leslie,” he said, dropping the joke and turning sincere, “what do you want? Tell me. How about a personal destroyer-class cruiser? I’ve got one docked-the Northwind God. Barely use it.”
“I don’t want it,” Amala cut in smoothly before I could answer. “If she wants a ship, I’ll give her one. My Venus is faster and prettier than your Northwind God.”
Watching the two of them bicker over a spaceship like it was a birthday present made me laugh out loud.
Victory tasted even sweeter when it was shared with friends and family.
Slyvana POV-En Route to the Crimson Moon Pack Temporary Residence
Humiliation! Utter humiliation!
I sat in the back seat of the hovercraft, shaking with rage. Leslie Rogue Pack! That bitch! How dare she?! How dare she humiliate me like that?!
A founding partner of Amala? Her?! How is she even qualified?!
“Slyvana, please don’t be mad…” Liana murmured beside me in her usual soft tone, but her eyes were sparkling with thinly veiled glee.
“How can I not be mad?!” I shrieked. “She’s made our entire Crimson Moon Pack into a laughingstock across the continent! I will never let her get away with this-never!”
“Well… what can we even do?” Liana asked timidly.
“What can we do?” A twisted, venomous smile crept onto my lips. “She really thinks having the Rogue Pack royal family behind her makes her untouchable? She’s forgotten something important-my father, Marcus Crimson Moon Pack, is the godfather of manipulation and media warfare.”
“I’m going to him. I want him to unleash everything we’ve got. I’ll make sure that bitch is ruined and dragged through the mud!”
“She’s going to learn exactly what happens when you cross the Crimson Moon Pack.”
Leslie Rogue Pack POV
The next morning, a premeditated, full-scale smear campaign exploded across the continent’s PackNet without warning.
Countless posts and videos sprang up like weeds after a storm, flooding public forums across every major Pack.
The headlines were more scandalous than the last:
“Breaking! Rogue Pack Queen’s Wild Nights with the Three Elite Alphas!”
“Governor of Westview Sleeping Her Way to the Top? Scandalous Affairs with Multiple Pack
Heirs!”
“Who’s Funding Leslie’s Rise? Has the Honor of the Rogue Pack Royal Family Been Tainted?”
The posts gleefully exploited a photo of me and Carl embracing in Halinport, twisting it into something indecent. They even perverted the bond between me and my eldest brother Thorbane, painting it as some incestuous taboo. As for Eric standing up for me at the Silver Moon Salon? They spun it as a jealous lover’s quarrel between my many supposed “bedmates.”
These rumors tore into my name like rabid hyenas drawn to fresh blood.
Worse, the impact wasn’t just reputational. The Coroether Conglomerate-our commercial empire spanning the continent and backed by the Rogue Pack royals-saw its crystal-stock index plummet in value and stability.
“Leslie! Look at this!” Astrid’s emergency call came in immediately. Her voice trembled with rage and worry.
I scanned the obscene headlines and venomous comments flooding the screen, my face calm and unreadable.
“I see it,” I said softly.
“How are you not freaking out?!” Astrid was about to explode. “This has Crimson Moon Pack’s dirty fingerprints all over it! They’re trying to destroy you!”
“I know,” I replied, my tone still steady.
“Leslie!” Carl’s voice came from behind me. I hadn’t even realized he’d walked over. He pulled me gently into his arms.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you.”
I leaned into his embrace, letting the warmth of his Alpha presence wash over me like sunlight. My heart was calm.
“I’m not scared,” I said, shaking my head.
My eyes glinted cold and sharp, like I was staring straight through a corpse.
“I’m just thinking… Marcus Crimson Moon Pack. That old dog finally bared his filthy fangs.”
“If he wants to play games… then fine. I’ll play.”
Leslie Rogue Pack POV
The media storm continued to escalate.
That was when my oldest brother, Thorbane, called. The look on his face held a knowing, cold smile.
“Leslie, I’ve gotten to the bottom of it. The one behind all this is Marcus Crimson Moon Pack.”
He leaned forward slightly. “He’s activated every hidden intelligence channel and media mouthpiece under the Crimson Moon Pack’s control. His goal is simple-force you to surrender. He wants to use your reputation as leverage to get the ‘Ancestor’s Fang’ back.”
“What a clever move,” I said with a laugh colder than ice.
“Father’s already aware,” Thorbane added. “And he’s furious. But he told me to pass along a message: this is your war. He won’t interfere. That said… he’s prepared your battlefield.”
“What kind of battlefield?”
“One month from now is the Rogue Pack royal centennial celebration,” Thorbane said, eyes gleaming with quiet strategy. “At that event, Father will stand before every top Alpha and Pack leader on the continent and formally announce that you, Leslie Rogue Pack, are the long-lost and only true princess of the Rogue Pack royal family.”
“You’ll be declared the rightful heir-our one and only first-in-line successor.”
“He wants every person who ever doubted or slandered you to slap their own face in regret.”
I clenched my fists.
Father’s decision gave me more than just support-it was a declaration of war from the highest throne in our world.
“Before that day comes,” I said, eyes fixed on the city lights outside my window, voice like a blade, “I’m going to make Marcus Crimson Moon Pack pay dearly for his stupidity.”