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“God, did the Moon Goddess bless you this morning or something?”
Amala gagged and spun on her heel, walking off without a word.
I couldn’t help letting out a cold laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. “Say one more disgusting thing and I will hit you.”
Eric grinned as he trailed after me. “I only speak the truth.”
He tugged playfully on my dress. I clicked my tongue and stepped out of reach.
Kirby’s POV
From a shadowed corner not far away, my eyes were locked onto that figure in deep green.
That strapless gown, the rich green hue-it made her stand out more than anyone else. Bright, bold, striking. Her softly curled hair draped lazily over her shoulders, every move commanding attention like a spotlight had found her.
And that Frost Pack brat had the nerve to tug on her dress like they were flirting…
Watching Leslie and Eric Frost act so chummy, Lance let out a jealous, agonized snarl in my mind.
“She rejected us-but she’s smiling at him! She never looked at us that way!”
…
That kind of closeness, that kind of ease… I never had it.
I gripped my wine glass so tightly my knuckles turned white. The crimson liquid inside looked like it could’ve been blood wrung from my own heart.
Leiss’ POV
I stood beside Kirby, not daring to say a word.
The pressure around him was thick, cold, suffocating. Every inch of his aura screamed danger.
The woman he waited all night for yesterday-the one who supposedly had to fly overseas for urgent work-was now standing at the Frost Pack birthday party, glowing like royalty.
Barely twelve hours apart. Two birthday parties. Two very different stories.
It was like someone had taken a brick wrapped in a velvet glove and slammed it into Kirby’s face in front of a crowd.
I glanced at his stormy expression and the uncontrolled flood of cold Alpha pheromones leaking from him. I cleared my throat, trying to cut through the thick, suffocating air.
“Ahem… Kirby, honestly, Frost Pack is just all flash and no substance. They’ve got nouveau riche written all over them. It’s just a birthday party, what’s the point of all this spectacle? Do we even need to show them any respect?”
Knowing Kirby’s personality, the idea of him attending Eric’s birthday was baffling. Frost Pack didn’t have that much face. The fact that he even showed up shocked me.
Kirby lowered his gaze slightly, voice deep and unreadable. “I was just curious… who’d bother showing up to something this pointless.”
I went speechless.
Curious about whether Leslie would show up-just say that.
Since the annulment, that woman’s been showing up far too often… and clearly, she never really left his mind.
Kirby’s POV
I kept my eyes locked on Leslie’s back until the booming music from the ballroom stage kicked in. It was a bright, cheerful melody.
A few top singers and dancers started to perform in succession. Lights flashed, the music blared, and everyone’s attention turned toward the stage.
Leslie and Eric were standing in the area closest to the front. She glanced toward the center of the dancers-there in the spotlight, moving with extra energy, was that woman, Natalia.
The music pounded, energetic and wild.
A server passed by. Leslie casually picked up a glass of juice, took a sip, and frowned. “So loud…”
She didn’t finish her sentence before two hands gently cupped over her ears.
It was Eric.
Standing behind her, he leaned in and said with a soft voice, “Too noisy. Can’t let your ears suffer.”
Leslie blinked and lifted her eyes just slightly. She didn’t even realize she smiled at that.
“She’s letting him touch her!”
Lance was roaring inside me like a wild beast. “That bastard! How dare he touch our mate! Kill him, Kirby, kill him!”
I stared at the scene, my eyes growing darker by the second.
That gesture-intimate and protective-was something I had never given her.
And she accepted it.
She actually smiled at another man like that.
I set down my wineglass without hesitation and walked off.
“Kirby, don’t ruin the party…” Leiss called from behind in a panic, but I didn’t hear a word.
Leslie’s POV
The music downstairs came to a stop just then. The performers bowed on stage to polite applause.
Everyone started heading back to their seats. Natalia stood there, looking right at me, flashing a smile with a very specific kind of meaning behind it.
Amala picked up on it immediately and moved closer.
“That savage mutt planning something?”
I smirked, unimpressed.
“A mangy street mutt wants to challenge the Queen of the Pack?”
Asphodel scoffed in my mind. “Let her try, Leslie. Let’s see what kind of pathetic show she thinks she’s about to put on.”
“If she wants to dig her own grave, don’t stop her.”
Amala raised her eyebrows and said no more.
Onstage, Natalia lifted her mic and said, “Pardon the suddenness, but I’d like to invite the Rogue Pack lady to perform a piece for us. Would the Rogue Pack lady do us the honor?”
I stared up at her, a smile tugging at my lips, one with no warmth at all.
Where did she get the nerve to ask a guest of honor to perform?
What was she thinking? That she’d use me as background decoration? A pretty prop?
Or did she think she was the professional between us, and I’d embarrass myself trying to compete?
Eric’s smile stiffened instantly. He leaned toward the butler and muttered under his breath, “Who the hell invited this moron?”
The butler looked mortified. His face turned green, then white, sweat pouring off his forehead.