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Absolutely delicious. Not a single bit disappointing.
This was what happened when someone crossed me.
I gave her a lesson she’d never forget, carved into her memory with the sharpest, coldest facts.
She finally understood what the outcome of this meeting meant.
As the majority shareholder, I now controlled Greyhound Entertainment.
Her father had been stripped of his chairman title. Michael from Aurora Entertainment would be taking over Greyhound’s operations.
And as of today, the Greyhound Pack would become just another obscure vassal under Rogue Pack Westview headquarters.
I was sure that after this, Will wouldn’t bother keeping that empty-headed blonde daughter of his around. He still had a bastard son to fall back on, after all.
Vera would finally disappear from my sight for good.
The moment the meeting ended, I had no interest in making small talk with the losers. With a glance at Liam, I stood and left.
I could sense Kirby trying to catch up, wanting to talk.
“What does a discarded male wolf think he’ll gain?” Asphodel scoffed coldly inside me.
Of course, I didn’t give him the chance.
My time is valuable.
And I won’t waste it on anyone who doesn’t matter.
Kirby’s POV
#Finished
I stood in place, watching Leslie’s car drive away without the slightest hesitation, until it finally disappeared from view.
Only then did I sigh and head to my own car.
It took less than half an hour to reach Bloodrock Estate. The moment I walked through the door of the main residence, the Beta butler approached with a rigid posture.
“Sir, the Alpha is waiting for you in the study.”
I gave a curt nod and made my way upstairs without a word.
Just as I stepped into the hallway, something came flying straight at my head.
A porcelain teacup.
I dodged easily, eyes narrowing.
“You still have the nerve to come back?”
Marcus’s voice rang out from inside the study. My father sat behind his desk, his expression as dark as thunderclouds. The air pressure in the room was almost suffocating.
“What is it this time?” I asked flatly, walking in.
“You handed Greyhound Pack over to Leslie just like that?” he spat, jaw clenched in fury. “Are you really that eager to please her?”
I didn’t answer. Just stared at him with a blank face, letting him rant.
“Don’t play dumb,” Marcus snapped. “Leslie targeted Vera and you just handed her everything. Don’t you see what’s happening? Rogue Pack is trying to put pressure on us from every side, and this was your chance to renegotiate terms! Crimson Moon Pack’s image has taken a hit lately Leslie needs us. You should’ve used that to your advantage!”
He slammed his hand down on the desk. “But you bargaining chips!” you just gave away one of our last
I stayed silent for a long beat, then finally said, “There was no need for negotiation.”
My voice was cold and low. “Rogue Pack already held enough shares in Greyhound to influence decisions. If Leslie wanted the rest, it’s not worth the trouble to fight her over it.”
His eyes flared with rage again, but I kept going.
“Greyhound Entertainment is already hemorrhaging money. The internal books are a mess. Holding shares in that dump isn’t a privilege – it’s a burden. I’m not interested in cleaning up their mess.”
To me, it wasn’t worth keeping.
And if she wanted it… well.
It was just a small, meaningless consolation prize.
Kirby’s POV
The moment I said, “If Leslie wants it, she can have it,” I felt the temperature in the room spike with my father’s fury.
His Alpha pheromones roared to life old but not dulled lashing out like a forest fire. I could practically see the veins bulging in his neck. The fury of a patriarch betrayed by his heir.
But the second I mentioned Greyhound Entertainment’s financial collapse, the anger in his eyes dulled into something colder. More calculating.
His tone shifted.
“To be frank,” Marcus said, voice heavy with warning, “that old bastard Lars the King of Rogue Pack – isn’t going to forgive us anytime soon.”
He tapped a finger against the mahogany table. “If we start an all-out war now, neither side wins. Which is why they’re holding back… for now. But that won’t last forever.”
He leaned back in his chair with a grunt. “There’s another way.”
I narrowed my eyes. I didn’t like the glint in his.
“By birth, by power, by status – Leslie is your match in every way,” he said. “Had she not hidden her identity when she married you, she would’ve been your official, celebrated mate.”
My stomach twisted.
He saw it. He smirked.
“So use that,” he said sharply. “She used to love you. That didn’t come from nowhere. If you put in the effort, she’ll come back.”
I stared at him, silent.
Marcus’s expression darkened.
“This isn’t about your feelings anymore. This is about politics. A marriage between Rogue Pack and Crimson Moon Pack is a strategic alliance. Two titans joining forces. It will secure your position, secure our legacy and lock her in where she belongs.”
He pointed a finger at me.”This is what must be done.”
Kirby’s POV
A political marriage?
My expression darkened as I lifted my gaze to meet his. “She won’t agree to that.”
Especially not if I’m the one involved. If Leslie had ever been open to a purely strategic alliance, she wouldn’t have approached me under another name. What she wanted was never just a contract without feelings.
“Do you really want to sit back and watch her end up with another Alpha?” Marcus scoffed coldly. “Do you realize what a blow that would be to Crimson Moon Pack?”
“There may be a few Alphas out there stronger than you, Kirby-but not many. And whoever Leslie chooses, if it’s not you, then we’re the ones who end up looking like fools. There’s nothing to gain and everything to lose.”