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Her tone was light, but there was an unmistakable edge of forcefulness to it.
I blinked. Even Astrid looked surprised.
Together? Since when were we friends?
I tugged at the corners of my mouth, giving a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Sure. What an honor.”
But inside, I scoffed.
This woman was obviously gunning for me, but what did I ever do to her?
I turned it over in my mind, but I couldn’t find a single reason.
Lyana’s POV
We walked into one of the luxury boutiques reserved for top-tier wolves.
The air was thick with the scent of rich leather and designer perfume.
I glanced over at Leslie.
The moment she stepped inside, the sales staff swarmed her like bloodhounds catching a whiff of gold.
“Your Majesty, anything you need? We just got two new deep-sea dragon-hide handbags-only three exist in the world, and we’ve got one. Would you like to take a look?”
My chest tightened.
I cut in before she could speak. “Wrap it up.”
That shimmering, ocean-blue handbag was brought out like a piece of art.
But my eyes weren’t on the bag.
They were on Leslie.
I wanted to see how she’d react.
The staff paused, clearly unsure who to turn to.
She just smiled and said breezily, “Didn’t you hear me? Go ahead and wrap it up.”
So calm. Like nothing could rattle her.
It hit me like a fist to cotton-no resistance. No satisfaction.
Not enough.
I noticed the things she lingered on: the artisan elf jewelry, the unicorn-hair carpet.
I bought them all.
Each item, a rare, limited-edition piece the staff clearly intended to pitch to her-but I snatched them first.
And in every boutique we entered after that, I kept it up.
Wherever her eyes went, I swept the shelves clean.
With every swipe of my card, I felt more triumphant.
Leslie-wasn’t she supposed to be the untouchable Queen of Rogue Pack?
Let’s see how long she can keep up the act.
Astrid leaned over to whisper something in her ear.
Leslie just gave a slow, knowing smile.
I frowned.
Why is she still so composed?
What is she hiding?
Leslie POV
My legs were aching by the time we finally sat down at the rooftop caf? on the top floor of the mall.
The scent of asphodel drifted from the flowerbeds nearby, blending with the bitter aroma of coffee. It helped ease the tension that had been winding me tight all afternoon.
I sipped from my cup, watching as Lyana and Slyvana approached after settling their bill.
They ordered their drinks and sat down. I looked over at Lyana and smiled easily. “Enjoy your shopping, Alpha of Smoke Pack?”
She froze for a second, her voice a little stiff. “It was… fine.”
Then she paused, eyes probing me. “But Your Majesty seemed interested in those items I bought. Aren’t you angry I snatched them up first?”
I raised my brow, taking another slow sip of my coffee. I smiled, casually tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Maybe you didn’t know-‘Moonshadow Guild’ is one of Rogue Pack royalty’s businesses. The more you buy, the more I profit. Why would I be mad? I should be thanking you.”
Her face went rigid, and a flicker of coldness passed through her eyes.
Slyvana looked even worse, like she’d just swallowed a fly. She sat there speechless, fuming.
I was laughing on the inside. This little princess didn’t even know Moonshadow belonged to me? That kind of ignorance was almost cute.
“You were playing me?” Lyana’s voice dropped low, edged with obvious anger.
I set my cup down and met her gaze without flinching. “What are you talking about, Alpha of Smoke Pack? Was someone forcing you to spend money?”
The corners of my mouth lifted in a cold smile. “I should be sending you a thank-you gift for supporting my business.”
The air froze around us.
Our Alpha-level pheromones clashed invisibly, crackling with tension and biting cold.
She let out a short, bitter laugh, her voice sharp. “Fine. You win. No wonder all those men circle around you. Rogue Pack’s queen really is in a league of her own.”
I frowned slightly.
Men?
Besides that clingy Eric, who else?
Something clicked, and I probed, “Don’t tell me, Alpha of Smoke Pack… are you doing all this because of Eric?”
She didn’t respond, but the flash of anger and embarrassment in her eyes was all the confirmation I needed.
I smiled knowingly. Bullseye.
I propped my chin on my hands and tilted my head, speaking lightly. “You don’t really think I’m keeping Eric around as a backup, do you?”