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“She’s literally a winner at life. An Alpha queen sitting on a trillion-dollar pack fortune-like she cares about an ex-husband? She’s got that fresh Beta baby-faced actor now, isn’t he dreamy?”
“Thank you, Queen, for loving the young ones. Thank you for saving our baby boy Lorde!”
The only downside to the entire scandal?
It completely cemented the rumor that I, Leslie of Rogue Pack, had a thing for younger men.
Malach’s POV
At the top floor of the Crimson Moon Pack headquarters, inside Alpha Kirby’s office, the air felt like it had suddenly frozen over.
Silence hung heavy, and I could hear my own heart thundering in my chest-each beat pulsing with fear.
The Alpha before me, the one I had sworn loyalty to, wore a face so dark it looked cloaked in storm clouds.
His scent-that of a top-tier Alpha laced with rage and jealousy-spilled out in violent waves, chilling and sharp like a blizzard. Even as a high-level Beta, I was shaking.
I had reported the latest updates from the continental web to Alpha first thing this morning.
At first, public opinion was against Leslie Queen, accusing her of seducing that Beta actor.
But then everything flipped.
Now the internet was overflowing with praise. Everyone was thanking Queen Leslie for liking “young blood.”
I had never endured a few minutes so suffocating.
That pressure. That aura. It could crush bones.
Alpha was still scrolling through the comments, growing angrier with each swipe. But instead of tossing the phone aside, he just kept reading.
Someone had even edited together a clip of Leslie and that Beta actor with dreamy music, making it look like some fate-bound romance.
And every single comment said they looked perfect together.
I could sense it-my Alpha, heir to the Crimson Moon Pack-his Wolf was howling in his chest, furious and humiliated.
He slammed the phone down hard on the table. The specially reinforced screen cracked instantly.
I jolted, my back straightening as my instincts kicked in.
“Alpha, sir-“
Kirby’s POV
My chest was a storm of fury, and my voice came out like shards of ice through gritted teeth. “Those pathetic wolves can’t even fix their own damn lives, and they still have time to comment on other people’s? Young blood? He looks like a goddamn girl. How the hell do they look perfect together?”
Rage coiled in me, burning like wildfire. I could feel my Wolf, Lance, snarling in my head.
Malach jumped in immediately, like he knew even a second’s delay would be dangerous. “It’s all just those Beta’s fans getting carried away. There’s no way Leslie would ever like someone like that. He’s probably clout-chasing. These days, the entertainment world’s all flash and no substance…’
His tone was fast, almost desperate, with a flattering edge.
What he really thought didn’t matter to me. I just needed someone to aim at.
I scoffed coldly. It stuck in my throat like a chunk of ice.
Just as I was starting to calm down, that sentence from the recording stabbed its way back into my head.
“I don’t pick up what I’ve thrown away.”
She said it so lightly, like a feather drifting on the wind-but it sliced like a knife.
It was meant for me. She wanted me to hear it.
And it cut deep.
Lance whimpered and howled in my mind. “In her eyes… are we just trash she tossed aside?”
The feeling of being discarded, looked down on-it ran like poison through my veins. My fists clenched involuntarily, knuckles going pale.
I snapped my head up and locked eyes with Malach. My voice was arctic. “Then tell me. What kind of man does Leslie like?”
My stare was sharp, pinning him in place like a wolf cornering prey.
That night at the party flashed in my memory again-Leslie had smiled at that Beta assistant Lorde with such case, such warmth. She’d smiled more at him than she ever had at me.
To me, she gave nothing but cold smirks and insults.
Why? Why the hell does she get to treat me like that?
Kirby’s POV
Malach looked like he’d been scared stiff by my presence. His eyes flickered, his neck stiffened, like some invisible hand had seized the back of it.
He stammered, “Alpha, sir… I don’t have a very close relationship with Leslie. I wouldn’t know what type of person she likes.”
His voice was trembling, clearly too afraid to meet my eyes.
“Hm?”
I narrowed my gaze, tone sinking even lower, laced with threat. “Didn’t you say you two got along well? Go on. Tell me what you think.”
I didn’t want to hear excuses. I needed him to give me an answer-something that would soothe my pride.
Malach swallowed hard, then forced himself to continue. “But… I think… when Leslie gave up her royal identity just to enter a marriage contract with you… it shows she must be into your type-top-tier Alphas, of course! That Lorde guy? He’s nothing. Her Majesty would never lower her standards for some mutt-blooded Beta like him.”
His words were full of flattery, clearly aimed at dousing the flames of my rage.
I lowered my eyes and stayed silent for a few seconds.
His words, overblown as they were, did ease my anger-if only just a little.
I spoke coldly, changing the subject. “Start prepping the press conference. The TopPoint Industries launch must go off without a hitch. Not a single mistake.”
I needed to shift focus to work. If I didn’t, all these useless emotions would consume me whole.
“Of course. I’ll oversee it personally. I’ll also send over a new phone right away.”
Malach answered quickly, professionally, then practically fled the room like his life depended on it.
I watched his retreating figure and scoffed. The irritation hadn’t quite left me.
I picked up my cracked phone again, lazily flipping through the screen. The flood of online comments made my stomach churn.
“Best age-gap couple on the continent”
Leslie and Lorde’s so-called relationship was still all anyone could talk about. Neither of them had confirmed anything, yet their fans were treating this ship like gospel.
That kind of person… Lorde… and they think he’s on my level? Are these wolves blind?
Disgusted, I tossed the phone aside again, not even wanting to look at it.