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I couldn’t think straight-I charged after her, ready to put that arrogant bitch in her place.
She was waiting calmly by the elevator.
The doors slid open with a soft ding-
And just as I caught up, I grabbed her arm and raised my hand, ready to strike.
“Leslie, go to hell-!”
But before my hand could fall, a foot lashed out from inside the elevator- and slammed straight into my chest.
“Agh-1”
I screamed, crashing to the floor and rolling in pain. I looked up in shock, blood draining from my face.
…
“Kirby…”
I stared in disbelief.
Kirby had kicked me? For Leslie?
He stood cold and impassive, eyes sweeping over me with open disdain-not a hint of guilt or hesitation in his expression.
My lip trembled. I clenched my jaw against the sting of betrayal.
Before I could even gather my thoughts, another figure rushed over.
SLAP-
A hand struck me across the face with brutal force.
“You idiot!” a familiar voice roared. “How many damn times have I told you-stop causing trouble! Do you want to drag this entire family down?!”
It was my father, Will Greyhound.
His face was twisted with fury. He turned sharply, bowing toward Leslie with exaggerated humility.
“Your Highness Leslie, are you alright? I sincerely apologize. It’s my fault I didn’t discipline her properly. I promise I’ll deal with her when we return. Please forgive us for the disturbance.”
Leslie gave a faint smile, gaze sweeping dismissively over my pathetic figure on the floor.
“Well, since you’re here,” she said coolly, “why don’t you bring Miss Vera along to the shareholders’ meeting?”
There was no room to say no.
Father paused for a moment, then bent at the waist and nodded.
“Yes, of course. Please-this way,”
Kirby hadn’t said a word-but he followed Leslie into the elevator all the same.
Just before the doors closed, Leslie turned to him, calm and composed.
“Mr. Kirby. Are you here on business?”
Kirby’s eyes roamed over her, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“Something like that,” he said lightly. “Someone contacted me yesterday about buying my ten percent stake in Greyhound Entertainment. I’m here to finalize the sale.”
Leslie blinked, then gave him a long, searching look without a word. She stepped into the elevator.
My father respectfully stepped forward to press the elevator button for Kirby, then stood back, waiting for the next one like a servant.
And me? I lay limp on the floor, watching all of this unfold, feeling as though the strength had been drained from my body.
Terror crept into my chest.
My father shot me a glare full of fury and disappointment, his voice a seething hiss.
“Do you even think before you open your mouth? You really have the nerve to pick fights with anyone? Why didn’t you die in your mother’s womb?!”
I grabbed his arm in panic, desperate now. “Dad, why are you so scared of her? Leslie’s nothing! She’s no one!”
Father wrenched his arm away and yanked me up by force.
“You listen to me. Leslie is the future Queen of the Rogue Pack. If she so much as snaps her fingers, she can wipe our Pack off the face of the continent. You’d better behave. One more slip- up-just one more-and I’ll dump you at the borderlands without a single credit to your name. You can rot out there for all I care!”
I shuddered all over, my face drained of color.
A bone-deep chill settled into me, icy and unshakable.
Leslie’s POV
Inside the elevator, Kirby and I didn’t exchange a single word.
The only sound was the silent clash of our pheromones.
His scent carried that familiar dominance of a top-tier Alpha. But beneath that powerful aura, I sensed something complicated-something I couldn’t be bothered to figure out.
As for me, I let out the calmest, coldest presence I could muster, shutting him out completely.
When the elevator doors opened, my chief assistant, Liam, was already standing at attention, respectfully waiting.
The moment we stepped out, he moved forward and pushed open the heavy conference room door for me.
I could feel Kirby behind me, still emanating that formidable presence that made him the center of attention wherever he went.
But this time, I deliberately walked in first.
I wanted every werewolf in that room-including Kirby-to see clearly who was in charge here today.
I could feel dozens of eyes on me. Some were filled with awe, others with fear, and a few with greed.
And I relished every bit of it.
Vera and her so-called Alpha father, Will, followed behind us like a pair of strays, shuffling into the room.
The meeting began.
I barely spoke the entire time. I just lounged in the main seat, relaxed, and left everything to Liam.
He went through the motions with perfect composure, announcing each predetermined result and agenda item in an emotionless, objective tone.
Meanwhile, I watched Vera’s face like I was enjoying a silent film. First came resentment and indignation, then confusion, and finally-pure, unfiltered fear.
Her pheromones had shifted from sharp defiance to weak, whimpering despair.
“Listen,” My Wolf, Asphodel, growled in satisfaction deep inside me. “Listen to that little she- wolf sobbing in despair. It’s the sweetest song a queen could ask for.”
I watched her, amusement flickering on my lips, as that face-stiff from all the cosmetic work- slowly drained of all color.