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It was that idiot Vera.
I walked over, wanting to see what was going on, when a cup of fruit juice-sickeningly sweet with artificial flavor-splashed directly onto me.
The one who ended up getting soaked was me.
Everyone around looked at Vera like she was about to be executed-except Leslie. She still looked as calm and indifferent as ever, like none of this had anything to do with her.
Vera’s expression shifted rapidly. She forced out a smile uglier than crying. “Kirby… Alpha sir… a-are you all right?”
My eyes were pure ice. The pressure of a top Alpha poured out like a tangible force, freezing the air around us.
My voice was frigid. “We’re not close. Call me Mr. Kirby.”
I said that, gave Leslie-still watching coldly from the side-a glance, and then turned to leave.
Since the day I was born, no one had ever made me look this pathetic.
My deputy Malach quickly followed behind me.
Vera’s POV
I’m done for.
I was just bragging to everyone about how close Kirby and I were, saying our Greyhound Pack might even marry into the Crimson Moon Pack.
And now-he personally humiliated me in front of everyone, in the coldest way possible.
Not close?
To any werewolf trying to cling to power, that was the most brutal rejection imaginable.
I bit my lip and glared at Leslie, fists clenched so hard around the empty cup that my knuckles turned white.
I wanted to kill her. This was all her fault. If not for her, how could I have ended up like this?
That bitch Amala just had to pour salt on the wound. “Alpha Kirby probably doesn’t even remember your last name. Did you even introduce yourself earlier?”
Leslie chuckled softly. That laugh sliced into my ears like a blade.
She took Amala by the arm and walked oil, leaving me standing there alone, under the weight of everyone’s ridicule and pity.
Leslie’s POV
The dinner party was about to start. The biggest celebrity here was obviously my Carl.
Besides him, the next biggest star was that young Beta actor Lorde.
The organizers couldn’t afford to invite Carl on stage, and he never did anything he didn’t feel like doing. But they definitely wouldn’t miss the chance to hype up Lorde, the trending sweetheart of the moment.
Lorde was used to these kinds of events. Calm and composed, he made small talk and offered a few words of blessing.
But the host clearly wasn’t ready to let go of a juicy headline.
“Lorde, you’re of age now. On behalf of your fans, can I ask what kind of girl you like?”
Lorde hesitated, then smiled shyly and didn’t answer.
The host switched it up. “Then among the ladies here tonight, is there anyone you admire?”
Everyone held their breath.
Lorde looked around the crowd and spotted me with perfect accuracy.
He gave a clear, boyish smile, flashing his little canines. “I admire girls like Leslie.”
The crowd burst into laughter and applause, turning to look at me.
I smiled helplessly and waved at him.
What a sweet kid-so easily led into trending topics.
I already had plenty of scandal rumors floating around. I wasn’t too bothered.
But for that young man…
This might cause him some trouble.
Kirby’s POV
By the time I changed clothes and came back to the banquet hall, I walked in just in time to hear that foolish Beta boy make his little confession.
“Ladmire girls like Leslie.”
I saw that not only did Leslie not get mad-she actually smiled at him, indulgently, even tenderly.
She must have noticed me watching. She turned her head slightly and met my gaze for just a second before turning back, acting like it didn’t matter at all. She smiled again at that boy on stage.
That smile it looked like she was comforting him. Or maybe, she was silently taunting me.
Lance roared inside me, the flames of jealousy threatening to rip my chest apart.
Carl couldn’t help stepping on stage to defuse the tension. “Lorde, Leslie is still my rumored girlfriend. At least leave me a little spotlight, will you?”
The whole crowd burst into laughter.
Given Carl’s standing, his words were clearly giving Lorde an easy way out.
Leslie’s POV
The auction didn’t end until late that night. The moment I got home, exhaustion hit me all at once. I collapsed into bed and instantly fell asleep.
By early morning, bright sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, stinging my eyes. I didn’t really want to open them.
But the ringtone from my phone had no intention of letting me keep sleeping.
I glanced at the caller ID. Amala.
I sighed.
Why did none of my best friends understand the value of sleeping in?
I picked up, my voice still husky with sleep. “Amala, what is it?”
“You’re still sleeping? The rumor about you seducing Lorde is already all over the place.”
“What? Seducing Lorde?”
My eyes flew open.
That was literally the first time we’d ever met!
Amala laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Someone clipped the video of Lorde talking last night, and now, with Carl in the mix, the three of you are in a full-blown love triangle. Guess who started it?”