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With that, I said no more. I held Astrid’s hand and walked straight out of the place that had caged three years of my youth and my heart.
Sunlight spilled over me. I felt lighter-freer-than I had in years.
Crimson Moon Pack. Kirby. Belle.
We’re far from finished. But first, I’m going home.
Belle’s POV (Private Quarters)
I watched those two arrogant wenches leave with smug satisfaction written all over their faces, and fury flared in my chest.
They may not have stolen anything valuable on the way out, but their attitude left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Crimson Moon Pack is a powerful Pack. I am its Luna. I will not be disrespected by just any woman who walks through those doors.
Especially not that little tramp Leslie and her friend.
She needed to learn a lesson.
It didn’t take long. After just a bit of work on my end, a breaking news headline spread across the web like wildfire.
“Crimson Moon Pack’s Leslie Caught Cheating During Marriage-Bond Severed, Cast Out of the Pack!”
Still not satisfied, I quickly edited and released another update:
“Moonrock Pendant-Sacred Relic of the Crimson Moon Pack-Reported Stolen!”
I didn’t name names. I didn’t have to. Between the timing and context, it would be obvious who people would suspect.
Leslie.
The truth? The real Moonrock pendant was safely hanging around my daughter Slyvana’s neck.
As long as the two of us stayed quiet… no one would ever know.
Kirby’s POV (Outside Bloodrock Estate/Crimson Moon Pack Office)
I stood outside the cold iron gates of Bloodrock Estate, watching as Leslie and that woman named Astrid got into an unremarkable sedan.
A man who looked a bit familiar personally opened the car door for her, his face filled with obvious concern.
Who was that?
Then it hit me-Thorbane, one of the Roguepack’s Alpha heirs!
How did Leslie know him?
Lance growled uneasily in my head. “Kirby, this Leslie… she’s not simple. We may have been wrong about her from the start.”
I forced down the unease and the hollowness that had been gnawing at me since our bond was severed. Wrong? No-she was the one who was wrong! She betrayed the bond. She challenged my authority!
Back at the Pack office, my mother Belle wouldn’t stop ranting and cursing Leslie, which only made my irritation worse. I ignored her and threw myself into dealing with the chaos left behind by the Liana incident and Leslie’s departure.
But the next morning, an even bigger storm hit.
Malach burst into my office, pale-faced, and dropped an urgent intelligence report in front of me. Overnight, both our internal network and certain hidden forums in the human world had been flooded with vicious rumors about Leslie.
“Crimson Moon’s discarded Luna” # “The promiscuous future Luna” # “Greedy Omega”-these kinds of tags were plastered everywhere. The content was filthy. They accused Leslie of sleeping with other Alphas while I was away handling Pack matters, claimed she married me just to climb the social ladder and take the Crimson Moon Pack’s wealth, and said she even stole a sacred heirloom-the Moonrock pendant-when we divorced.
“Who did this?!” I slammed my hand on the desk, Alpha fury erupting through me. Lance roared too-not for Leslie, but for the honor of Crimson Moon Pack! This kind of filth was dragging our name through the mud!
Malach stammered, “It was… Luna. She used the Pack’s private info channels and some… financial resources…”
My mother?! How dare she?! She actually used such vile methods to go after someone- someone who had just left, someone who was once part of this family?!
“Take it all down! Every last post-wipe it clean!” I roared.
“Alpha, sir…” Malach looked pained. “I’m afraid… that won’t be easy. The information spread too quickly and too widely. And… it seems another force is driving it. Our people can’t erase it all. In fact… our network has come under heavy attack from an unknown source…”
My stomach dropped. Another force? Could it be Roguepack? Thorbane?
Just then, new intel popped up on Malach’s tablet-Leslie had struck back.
A photo of me and Liana, curled up in bed, was now making the rounds on the biggest social media platforms. In it, Liana wore a smug smile and radiated seduction. The image had been perfectly timed and strategically released.
And then came the real bombshell-a detailed report from a mysterious but highly credible neutral investigation agency. It stated clearly that the so-called “Moonrock theft” was pure slander. The real Moonrock had actually been taken by my worthless sister Slyvana to the gambling capital in neutral territory-and lost in a high-stakes bet! She’d left it there as collateral. The report even included surveillance footage of Slyvana throwing money around at the casino.
The world spun. Rage, humiliation, and a crushing sense of exposure washed over me like a tidal wave.
Leslie’s POV (RoguePack – Royal Court)
The morning sunlight poured through the grand stained glass windows of the Royal Court, warm and peaceful. Asphodel stretched lazily within me, savoring the rare tranquility. But the calm didn’t last long.
Astrid’s urgent voice came through, practically shouting, “Leslie! Check the networks now! Those Crimson Moon bastards are smearing your name like crazy!”
I pulled up the internal network. The glaring headlines and filthy accusations filled the screen in an instant. Calling me a whore? Accusing me of stealing a sacred relic? Ridiculous. Did they really think I was still that weak little Omega they could push around?
Asphodel roared in fury inside me. Slander! Shameless slander! Leslie, let me tear them apart!
“Not yet, partner.” A cold glint flashed in my eyes. “They’ve delivered themselves to my door. It’s only polite to return the favor.”
I contacted my brother, Carl.
Unlike my eldest brother Thorbane, who preferred brute strength, Carl thrived in the entertainment industry. He’d built a fairly large entertainment company with strong ties to major media platforms and a stable of highly skilled hackers at his command.
“Need me to step in, Leslie?” Carl’s voice was laid-back but carried an undercurrent of sharpness. “I can make sure Crimson Moon’s entire network crashes. Not a single word will get through.”
“No need, Carl.” I smiled. “This little scuffle, I’ll handle myself. But I do need you to make sure my little gift gets delivered to every corner.”
With Carl’s help, I released the photo-the one guaranteed to ignite every gossip-loving werewolf soul out there. At the same time, I made public the intelligence report my informants had prepared: the truth about Slyvana and the Moonrock.
Once everything was in place, I leisurely sipped a cup of herbal tea and watched as the tide online turned in an instant. The smile on my lips grew wider by the second.
Belle, Slyvana, Kirby… this is just the beginning.
Everything you owe me-I’ll take it back, piece by piece. With interest.
Kirby’s POV (Crimson Moon Pack Office)
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“Damn it!”
I slammed the data pad in my hand to the ground. It hit the solid Black Rock desk with a dull thud. The air in the office grew thick with tension-so heavy it felt like it could crush bone.
The internet had exploded. The slander aimed at Leslie vanished like a receding tide. In its place came a flood of mockery and condemnation directed at me, at Liana, at my mother, at Slyvana-at the entire Crimson Moon Pack.
“Cheating Alpha caught in bed?”
“Questionable relationship with Omega sister?”
“Vicious Luna slanders ex-daughter-in-law?”