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Worse yet, now a swarm of wolves had run off to Carl’s comment section to comfort him, even offering him advice on how to “win Leslie back.”
They had no clue about Leslie’s real relationship with Carl. And Carl? He didn’t even have time. to respond to any of this.
He was currently on Rogue Pack territory, being whipped by his father-the Lycan King Lars- with the family’s ancestral lash.
Just picturing it brought me a twisted sense of satisfaction.
At least I wasn’t the only one suffering.
I took a deep breath and shut my eyes, trying to calm the storm in my head.
My fingers pressed to my temple as I muttered under my breath, “Leslie… did you really think you could just shake me off that easily?”
There was a chill in my voice. “You’ll regret it.”
I swore, one day-I’d make her understand exactly who she was destined to belong to.
Leslie’s POV
My chief assistant Liam moved quickly. He’d already handled the arrangements for the share transfer at Greyhound Pack’s entertainment subsidiary. All I had to do now was show up and sign.
Once the paperwork was done, I’d hold over 51% of Greyhound Entertainment. That would make me the absolute majority shareholder-the ruling Alpha in charge.
Liam had already notified the other shareholders to attend the board meeting. I planned to arrive a bit later than him.
As soon as I stepped into the lobby of Greyhound Entertainment, I was greeted by a familiar and very loud presence-Vera. She stomped toward me with fury in her eyes.
“Leslie, what are you doing here?”
She was practically shouting.
Vera’s POV
Standing in the lobby, fury and jealousy were eating me alive. I could barely breathe through the rage.
Leslie. She had the nerve to show up here?
This was my territory!
How dare she stand in front of me, so smug, wearing that god-awful condescending smirk?
It was all her fault.
A few days ago, the recording from our last fight went viral. That stupid clip got spread across the continent’s entire net, and immediately I was bombarded by backlash.
Wolves dug into every last bit of dirt from my past-turned it inside out for all to see.
I spent tens of thousands of credit points trying to bury the story, but it didn’t do a damn thing.
Now, I’m public enemy number one. I can’t even open my mouth online without getting attacked.
Even my Greyhound Pack’s reputation took a hit because of it. My father, Will Greyhound, was so pissed he screamed at me for an entire hour until his throat went raw.
And every time I think about it, I get even madder. None of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for Leslie.
It’s her fault. All of it.
The more I thought about it, the more furious I got.
Clearly, I hadn’t spent enough money yet. That’s it. If I just threw more credits at it, bought more bots, more smears-I could twist the narrative. I’d turn public opinion against her.
Fueled by that thought, I rushed down to HQ, ready to make things happen.
But the moment I stepped through the door-there she was. Leslie.
That smug face again.
She even had the audacity to chuckle, her tone airy and insufferably calm: “What a coincidence, Miss Vera.”
I snapped.
I stormed toward her, voice shrill. “I asked you, what are you doing here?!”
This was my turf. No way was I letting her get comfortable.
Leslie’s eyes turned a little colder, but that smirk on her lips only grew sharper.
She answered slowly, like she was savoring it: “As a shareholder of Greyhound Entertainment, I’m here for the board meeting. I don’t recall needing Miss Vera’s permission. As far as I know… Miss Vera doesn’t even hold any shares in the company, right?”
The smugness in her voice-it was unbearable.
She was reminding me I didn’t belong here. That I had no say. That she was the one with the power now.
My face fell. I clenched my fists so tight my nails nearly broke skin.
I grit my teeth and snapped back, “This is my Pack’s company! I can show up whenever I want! And you-your pitiful little stake doesn’t mean anything! I’ll have my father buy it all back! Now get the hell out!”
My voice cracked with rage. I was trying to crush her under the weight of my presence.
But Leslie just looked at me lazily, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a flick of her fingers, her voice frost-tipped.
“Your Pack’s company? Not necessarily…”
She shot me a look full of mockery, as if she was holding some trump card I couldn’t see.
My stomach twisted. Something wasn’t right. But I couldn’t let her see me flinch.
“Don’t think I’m scared of you, Leslie. You’re just like me-you rely on your family’s name. What are you so proud of?” I sneered. “You married into Crimson Moon Pack and still got kicked out. Now you’re crawling back, trying to get Kirby’s attention again, aren’t you? That’s your real goal, right?”
I crossed my arms and tilted my chin up with a cold laugh, hoping to shame her into silence.
Vera’s POV
I was sure I had pierced Leslie’s fa?ade-this time, let’s see her keep pretending to be above it all. I waited, itching to see her explode in shame and anger.
But Leslie didn’t even flinch.
Instead, she let out a mocking little smile.
She lifted her eyes and met mine, her voice cold and detached. “Miss Vera, there’s a basic fact you should know-it wasn’t them who kicked me out. I was the one who dumped Kirby. And for the record… I’ve never debased myself with plastic surgery just to win over a man. On that point, I’m afraid I can’t compare to you.”
With that, she gave a slight smirk, turned on her heel, and walked off in her heels with unbothered grace.
She didn’t spare me a second glance.
It took me a moment to register it-Leslie had insulted me.
Right to my face. On my turf!
Fury rushed to my head. I started shaking with rage.
How dare Leslie humiliate me here!