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Leslie’s POV (Crimson Moon Pack Hospital)
The moment the words left my mouth, the air in the room seemed to freeze. Liana’s fragile expression stiffened, reced for a brief second by panic and venom–though she quickly
masked it.
Kirby’s brow furrowed, his icy blue eyes fixed on me, and his oppressive Alpha aura pressed down like a storm, trying to force submission.
<i>He’s </i>still <i>defending </i><i>her</i><i>! </i>Asphodel snarled inside me. <i>Leslie</i><i>, </i><i>let </i><i>me </i><i>tear </i><i>that </i><i>lying </i><i>Omega </i>apart!
Calm <i>down</i>, I replied. <i>The </i><i>real </i><i>show </i><i>is </i><i>just </i><i>beginning</i>.
Ignoring Kirby’s re, I turned to the Pack’s physician. “I want to see today’s life essence diagnostic and her Lycan Spirit status assessment.”
The Beta doctor hesitated and looked toward Kirby.
Kirby gave a cold snort, his voice sharp withmand. “Let her see it. She’s… still my Soulbond Mate.”
He still hadn’t epted the reality of the severed bond–or perhaps he simply refused to admit it.
The physician dared not defy him and quickly retrieved a medical scroll inscribed with crystal ink. I took it and unrolled the parchment. It was filled with detailed wolfkind script describing Liana’s “condition“-her Lycan Spirit deteriorating rapidly, her life essence draining, heart function near total copse. The conclusion: an emergency heart transnt was the only chance for survival.
The
report was “perfectly” forged–wless on the surface.
If I hadn’t been born the Lycan King’s daughter, trained from a young age in Pack secrets and ancient medical texts–and if I didn’t have an Alpha’s acute sensitivity to life energy–I might have believed it, too.
“You see, Leslie?” Kirby’s voice carried an undercurrent of urgency. “Her condition is dire! Only your heart can save her!”
I closed the scroll without expression. The physician beside me spoke up on cue,
“Ma’am, Miss Liana’s condition truly is critical. If we dy any further-”
“If you agree to the transnt,” Kirby interrupted, eyes burning as he offered what he thought
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was apelling deal, “once this is over, I’ll let you leave with half of Crimson Moon Pack’s liquid assets. We’ll be even.”
He wanted to buy my heart with money? How generous. Asphodel growled in my chest, amused and disgusted.
“No… no…” Liana said weakly from the bed, her eyes misting up at just the right moment. “Kirby, you’ve done enough for me… I can’t let you keep pushing Leslie…”
Watching them trade lines like actors on a stage made me want tough.
“If it’s really that serious,” I said suddenly, my voice calm and clear, “then let’s begin the ritual
now.”
A flicker of joy shed across Kirby’s eyes. Even Liana’s expression showed surprise—as if she hadn’t expected me to “give in” so easily.
I looked at them both and spoke slowly, deliberately. “Of course—but not with my heart.”
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
“I’ve already found a new donor with a perfect match for Miss Liana’s heart,” I continued. “Oh, and to ensure the ritual is carried out properly, I’ve also invited Elder E–known throughout all Packs for her fairness and unmatched medical expertise–from the Holy Mountain to personally officiate. She should be waiting in the visitor’s lounge downstairs. I’ll go bring her up now.”
Liana’s POV (Crimson Moon Pack Hospital)
When that bitch Leslie said she’d agree to the ritual, I nearly burst with joy. She was finally scared! Once she was on the altar–even if she didn’t die, she’d be ruined!
But her next words struck like lightning through my skull,
Another donor? <i>Elder </i>E?!
Elder E?! That ancient monster rumored to be hundreds of years old? Known for her unfathomable power, her ruthless impartiality, and her ability to see through every lie?!
No. No, this couldn’t be happening.
Where would she even find a donor like that? A match that rare only appears once in a million cases! And how could she possibly summon Elder E–who never leaves the Holy Mountain?!
The blood in my body turned to ice. Fear gripped me by the throat. It was over. Completely
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over.
If Elder E came, she’d uncover everything–my disguise, the falsified report. And once the truth was revealed, I wouldn’t just lose the heart transnt. Deceiving an Alpha and framing a fellow Pack member… I’d be stripped of everything. Maybe even executed.
My Omega Lycan Spirit whimpered in despair, trembling in terror.
No. I couldn’t let here. I couldn’t let Elder E into this room.
“No! I don’t want the ritual! I don’t want the heart transnt!” I shrieked, face pale, my entire body shaking uncontrobly. “I feel much better! I don’t need the surgery anymore! Let me go! I want to go home!”
Kirby’s POV (Crimson Moon Pack Hospital)
Leslie agreed? Even if the price was half the Pack’s liquid assets, saving Liana made it all worth it. For a brief second, I felt almost relieved.
Then she dropped the bombshell.
Another donor? <i>Elder </i><i>E</i><i>? </i>
A deep sense of absurdity and deeper confusion closed in. Where had she found another match? And how had she summoned Elder E–someone my own father bows to in respect? Isn’t Leslie just an Omega, stripped of all resources, cut off from the outside world?
Inside me, Lance growled low and wary. He sensed something foreign–something powerful- intervening. And more than that, he sensed something off about the woman standing before us
now.
She was too calm. Too assured. In her clear, unflinching eyes, I thought I saw something I couldn’t exin: ice–cold calction… and scorn.
Then Liana suddenly lost it. Just minutes ago, she was deathly pale and barely breathing. Now, at the mention of Elder E, she was screaming to go home?
There was something very, very wrong here,
My gaze shifted back and forth between Leslie and the panic–stricken Liana. A heavy cloud of suspicion settled deep in my chest.
This Leslie… was bing more and more of a stranger.