<b>Chapter 3 The Alpha’s Confusion</b>


    <span>Kirby’s POV (Crimson Moon Pack Hospital)


    I hung up the call, my brows furrowed. Leslie actually dared refuse me? She even threatened divorce?


    She’s gotten spoiled. She’spletely forgotten her ce.


    The hospital room was thick with the cloying sweetness of Omega pheromones and the sharp sting of antiseptics. Lianay weakly on the bed, her face pale, her big, teary eyes staring at me with a mix of dependence and fear.


    “Kirby…” Her voice was faint. “Is… is Leslie unwilling? Maybe… maybe we should just forget it. I don’t want you to hurt her because of me…”


    My irritation red again. This, again. Always so kind, always thinking of others.


    I stepped to her bedside, forcing a gentle tone, trying to reassure her—and myself. “Liana, don’t worry. Leslie’s just throwing a fit. She’lle around. Your brother entrusted you to me. I won’t give up on you.”


    Inside me, my wolf, Lance, paced restlessly. It seemed uneasy with my decision. But the will of an Alpha is absolute—I shoved its difort aside.


    I turned to the Pack’s chief physician, a seasoned Beta werewolf. “What’s the situation? The match is confirmed? There’s really no other suitable donor besides Leslie?”


    The doctor wiped sweat from his brow and answered cautiously, “Lord Alpha, the match is 99.9%—a perfect theoretical match. Miss Liana’s heart is failing rapidly. Her Lycan Spirit is deteriorating fast. I’m afraid… she won’t make it through the night. As for other donors… we’ve checked all avable medical files in the Pack. Only Madam Leslie’s heart meets the requirements in both bloodpatibility and Lycan Spirit resonance. As for the risks of the transnt…” He hesitated. “For Madam Leslie, even with your Alpha strength and the mate bond to sustain her, and even though the heart may regenerate… the process is extremely painful. She’ll be severely weakened for a long time—possibly even suffer permanent damage to her core power.”


    “I already know all that,” I cut him off, unwilling to hear more about so-called risks. “As long as she survives, everything else can be recovered. Prep the surgery. I’ll bring her in within thirty minutes.”


    The doctor didn’t dare object and hurried off to make preparations.


    I pulled out my phone again and dialed Leslie’s number. This time, what greeted me was a deafening roar:


    “Kirby-Crimson Moon! You bastard! Screw your heart transnt! I want a divorce!”


    “Leslie, what the hell is wrong with you?” My brows knit tighter, my voice cold. “Come to the hospital and get the surgery done. Whateverpensation you want, I’ll give it to you!”


    “Screw yourpensation! I don’t want your money! The divorce papers are ready. I’ll see you at the Pack Arbitration Council tomorrow!”


    The call was cut off again.


    My face darkened. That Omega! How dare she challenge my authority like this? Who does she think she is? Just because she’s my mate, she thinks she can act this wild?


    Liana looked up at me timidly. “Kirby… maybe we should just let it go… It’s okay if I die…”


    “Shut up!” I barked, then caught myself and softened my tone. “Don’t say that. You’ll be fine.”


    I stood in ce for a long moment, my eyes sharpening with icy resolve. If she won’te willingly, then don’t me me for forcing her.


    I quickly dialed two numbers.


    “Mch, take some men and go ‘invite’ Leslie to the hospital. Use whatever means necessary. I want her in the operating room in ten minutes.”


    “Finance department, freeze all ounts and resource ess under Leslie’s name within Crimson Moon Pack. Immediately.”


    I ended both calls with a cold snort. All of Leslie’s expenses were paid through sub-ounts I created for her, under my authority as Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha heir. With a single order from me, she would have nothing. Let’s see how long she keeps defying me. An Omega who can’t even support herself—how dare she talk about divorce?


    <i>No matter how much she kicks and screams, that heart—she’s giving it up today.</i>