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Kirby POV – Crimson Moon Pack Headquarters
“Father! Why would you do this?!”
I stormed into Marcus’s study, slamming a screen full of disgusting rumors and lies about
Leslie onto his desk.
“This is slander! None of this is true! You’re using the dirtiest tricks to ruin an innocent woman!”
“Innocent?” Marcus lifted his gaze, his eyes brimming with contempt. “Kirby, have you forgotten? She’s still holding the greatest symbol of our Crimson Moon Pack’s honor. To retrieve the sacred relic, any method is justified!”
“But-“
“No but!” he roared, slamming his hand on the table. The force of his Alpha pressure made it hard to breathe.
“I’m going to destroy her reputation,” he said flatly. “I’ll make sure she can’t show her face in the entire werewolf world. When the time comes, she’ll have no choice but to crawl to me like a dog, offering the ‘Ancestor’s Fang’ in exchange for mercy.”
I stared at him, at the face that had once commanded my respect, now warped by obsession and power. For the first time in my life, I felt something inside me rise-a deep, burning urge to rebel.
“I won’t let you do this,” I said through clenched teeth.
“You?” He laughed, short and sharp, filled with disdain. “You think you can stop me? With what -your pathetic, belated guilt? Kirby, don’t forget who you are. You’re the heir to the Crimson Moon Pack. Everything you do must serve the interests of the Pack. Nothing else matters.”
I couldn’t find the words to argue. My throat closed with frustration. I turned and walked out, my chest burning with helpless rage.
What do I do now?
What can I do to stop this? To… protect her?
The thought stopped me cold.
Protect her?
Do I even have the right to say that anymore?
Marcus POV – Crimson Moon Pack Headquarters
Three whole days.
The smear campaign I’d launched-a media storm that could’ve destroyed any normal noble’s reputation-was raging across the Pack network.
And yet that damned woman, Leslie Rogue Pack, hadn’t reacted at all!
She hadn’t made a statement, hadn’t panicked, hadn’t done anything I’d expected-not a whimper, not a plea for mercy.
According to my intel, she was… thriving.
Either holed up in the Governor’s Mansion laughing with her brothers, or spending entire days in her sprawling private virtual estate, going on ridiculous shopping sprees! Snapping up cheap luxury goods that she had absolutely no use for!
She was mocking me. Taunting me. Using that infuriating calm to spit on my authority as leader of the Crimson Moon Pack.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my encrypted communicator and dialed her directly.
Call rejected.
She actually dared to reject my call!
My hands trembled with rage as I redialed. This time, it went through.
“Who is it?” came her lazy, mildly annoyed voice from the other side.
“Leslie Rogue Pack!” I roared. “How long are you going to play dumb?! Bring the Ancestor’s Fang to me, right now! Or else-‘
“Oh, Alpha Marcus,” she cut me off with a light laugh. “Sorry, I was just trying to snag a limited- edition ‘Stardust’ bracelet. What’s up? Make it quick-my new ‘Moonlight Heels’ are about to drop.”
“You-!” I could feel the blood pounding in my skull,
“Alpha Marcus,” she said, her voice suddenly cold and sharp, “do yourself a favor and stop wasting your breath. Your cheap tactics don’t work on me. You think you can manipulate me with public pressure? Do you think I’m still the helpless orphan you all toyed with three years ago?”
“Let me say this one last time-the Ancestor’s Fang is in my possession. If you want it back, show me some real sincerity. Otherwise, wait for my coronation and say your farewells then.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” she added before hanging up, “you can save your pathetic denials and handouts for that little lapdog of yours who lives to wag her tail.”
The call ended.
I stared at the darkened screen, shaking with fury, inches away from smashing my entire office to pieces.
Leslie POV – Westview Governor’s Mansion
“Who was that, Leslie? Got you all riled up,” Carl asked casually, tapping away as he helped me try to buy those heels I didn’t even particularly like.
“Just an old dog barking,” I replied coolly, powering off the comms.
Marcus Crimson Moon Pack… You really think that’s the best you can do?
How na?ve.
I set the terminal aside and walked over to the window, gazing out over the vast territory that now belonged to me.
My father, Lars-the Lycan King of the Rogue Pack royal family-would be arriving in Westview very soon.
And I had made up my mind: I would travel to Halinport myself to welcome him.
It was time to show the world exactly whose hand held the final trump card in this game.
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Leslie Rogue Pack POV
Outside Halinport, the media swarmed like locusts.
Reporters from every major outlet clogged the area, their cameras and microphones pointed straight at the VIP exit, waiting for their scandal-star heroine to appear.
“Leslie, are you sure about this?” Carl frowned beside me. “Those jackals out there aren’t here to play nice. Let me draw them off. You can slip through the back tunnel.”
“No need.” I shook my head and pulled a plain baseball cap low over my face. “I want them to take their pictures. The more chaos they create now, the better the payoff will be at our royal celebration next month.”
Carl and I stepped out.
A barrage of camera flashes lit up the world like it was high noon.
“Miss Leslie! Any comment on the rumors about your alleged affairs?”
“Can you explain your relationship with your brothers and Mr. Eric?”
“Did you use inappropriate methods to claim the Westview Governorship?!”
A flood of vicious, slanted questions surged toward me.
Then, out of nowhere, a rotten tomato-soaked in some foul liquid-came flying through the air and smashed directly into the back of my head.
Slime and stench dripped down my hair.