Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath
Chapter 7 Reckoning
Leslie’s POV:
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In the warmth of my father’s study, I scaled the ancient wolfhide scroll with my own blood infused with Alpha essence and the mark of my Lycan Spirit,pletely severing the mate bond with Kirby.
The moment the bond was broken, Asphodel let out a long, exhrated howl within me, as though freed from invisible shackles.
And I too felt something heavy dissolve deep within my soul. There was a sharp sting- rebound from forcefully severing a fated connection–but more than that, there was release. Freedom.
Finally free, Leslie! Asphodel’s voice rang out inside me, pulsing with tion and barely contained bloodlust. <i>Now </i><i>let’s </i><i>tear </i><i>those </i><i>bastards </i><i>apart</i><i>—</i><i>every </i><ist </i><i>one </i><i>of </i><i>them </i>who <i>dared </i><i>humiliate </i>
<i>us</i>!
<i>Calm </i>down, Asphodel, I soothed my Lycan Spirit. <i>Vengeance </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>need </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>rushed</i><i>. </i><i>But </i><i>the </i>reckoning–it <i>starts </i><i>now</i>.
I took the formal dissolution document my father had prepared. Even though I had already severed the bond on my own, the paperwork was necessary.
I contacted Kirby.
I could feel his fury through the phone. And when he still had the audacity to demand Ie to the hospital and sacrifice myself, whatever lingering sentiment I had for him iced over into pure killing intent.
He still wanted my heart.
Kill him! Leslie, let me out<i>–</i><i>I’ll </i>rip <i>him </i><i>to </i><i>pieces</i><i>! </i>Asphodel snarled viciously inside my mind.
No, I replied coldly<i>. </i>Killing him <i>outright </i><i>is </i><i>too </i><i>easy</i>. <i>I </i>want <i>Kirby</i>–and the entire Crimson Moon Pack -to pay for everyst <i>humiliation </i>of <i>these </i>past three <i>years</i><i>. </i>
I agreed to meet him at the hospital–not as submission, but as a tactical strike. Thorbane had already arranged everything. Dozens of Rogue’s elite wolf warriors were positioned around Crimson Moon Pack’s hospital, ready to move the moment I gave the signal.
And I… I needed to see for myself how far their schemes had gone.
Riding in the stealth shadowcraft my father had prepared–shielded from all tracking and detection–I once again entered Crimson Moon Pack territory.
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Chapter 7 Reckoning
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The air here still held that familiar scent unique to this Pack. But now it reeked of hypocrisy. It was foul.
Inside the hospital, the sharp tang of antiseptic mingled with the musk of werewolf pheromones–Beta doctors‘ anxiety, guards‘ tension, and… a faintly sweet Omega scentced with sickness and a touch of something far less noticeable: deception.
I pushed open the door to Liana’s room.
Kirby stood inside, Alpha pressure radiating cold and oppressive. When he saw me, a flicker of surprise crossed his face–only to be reced by anger and that obsessive need to dominate. On the bed, Lianay pale and fragile, her expression pitiful, like a delicate flower about to wilt.
“Leslie, you finally came,” she said weakly, her voice tinged with just the right amount of grievance. “I feel… awful…”
Asphodel growled low in my chest, filled with disdain and bloodthirst.
I swept a cold nce across her, then turned my eyes on Kirby, my lips curling into a sneer.
“If it’s so awful, why not just die already?” I walked to the bedside and looked down at her from above. “Cut the act, Liana. I don’t have time for your performance.”
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