Chapter 18 Rogue’s New Alpha


    Leslie’s POV (Glory Hall – Entrance)


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    With the protection of my father and brothers, and the rich primal power of RoguePack flowing through me, the Alpha strength I had suppressed for three years awoke like a roaring volcano. It surged back to life, stronger than ever, pushing me past my former peak. Asphodel had grown stronger too–sharper, more attuned to me than ever. Our soul bond had be inseparable.


    Tonight’s “Glory Alliance” gathering was a carefully orchestrated first step by Father and my eldest brother–a formal return to the center of werewolf power. No more disguises. No more hiding.


    I wore a gown woven by our Pack’s most skilled hands, crafted from moonlight thread and shadow feathers, the hem adorned with shards of crystal that sparkled like stars. With my arm hooked through Thorbane’s, I held my head high and stepped into Glory Hall–the very heart of werewolf power.


    My Alpha aura flowed freely now. I no longer held it back. Calm, confident, yetmanding beyond question. Asphodel strode tall within me, basking in the wary and curious stares of those around us.


    The hall was thick with both familiar and unfamiliar scents. I could easily tell who was ally, who was foe, and who… belonged to Crimson Moon Pack–that foul stench I could never forget.


    My gaze swept across the room, steady and unhurried–until itnded and held.


    Kirby. He stood there, posture still upright, his handsome face shadowed by a trace of gloom. Liana clung to him like a vine, her expression carefully crafted to appear delicate and demure, with a faint trace of smugness.


    Looking at them, my heart remained perfectly still. No anger. No sadness. Not even much disgust anymore. Asphodel didn’t even bother to lift an eyelid. Pathetic clowns, it scoffed inside me with disdain.


    I saw the shock in Kirby’s face when his eyes found mine. His pale blue gaze contracted sharply, and even his Alpha aura flickered with instability. Liana noticed me too–her expression turned instantly sour.


    Good.


    I turned away, lips curved in a polite smile, and walked forward beside Thorbane, step by step into the very center of power. Tonight, I was no longer the discarded “Crimson Moon wife.” I


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    Chapter 18 Rogue’s New Alpha


    was Leslie–Rogue, Rogue’s princess–a true Alpha.


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    Thorbane and I moved through the crowd with grace. The eyes around us held all kinds of emotions–shock, curiosity, spection, and veiled hostility. I sensed every ripple, but didn’t care. Asphodel stood tall inside me, soaking in the attention like sunlight.


    “Lord Rogue. Lord Thorbane.” A few familiar Pack leaders and allied representatives stepped forward to greet us, more respectfully than ever before. RoguePack had always been powerful, but now—with a new, pure–blooded Alpha heir–their deference was expected.


    Thorbane fielded most of the socializing, his Alpha presence strong enough to keep trouble at bay. We had a clear goal–to reach the center of the hall and greet the heads of the top Packs, formally announcing my return.


    But standing in our path, predictably, was one man–Kirby.


    It was clear he’d been waiting there. His ice–blue eyes locked onto me, churning with emotions -shock, rage, confusion, and something else… something I couldn’t quite name. Beside him, Liana clung tightly to his arm, her stare dripping with jealousy and challenge.


    Thorbane stopped. His Alpha aura met Kirby’s in a silent sh, a tension that crackled through the air.


    “Lord Crimson Moon,” Thorbane said calmly, though a faint chillced his tone.


    “Lord Thorbane,” Kirby replied, his voice just as cold. His eyes never left mine. “And this is…?” he asked, pretending not to know.


    “My sister. Leslie,” Thorbane said coolly, drawing me half a step forward.


    That’s when Liana stepped up, her face stered with a fake, sugary smile. Her voice dripped with syrupy malice. “Leslie, long time no see. I didn’t expect you to find a new Alpha so quickly… Sister? Is that the little game you two like to y?”


    Her words sounded casual, but were heavy with insinuation and scorn–implying my status was low, that I didn’t belong here, that I was nothing but a castoff clinging to a new man.


    Asphodel growled, low and full of disgust.


    Before I could speak, Thorbane’s icy stare snapped to Liana. His voice wasced with undisguised contempt. “Who gave you the right to speak here? An Omega would do well to remember her ce in front of Alphas.”


    Liana’s face went ghostly pale. Her body trembled. She looked to Kirby for help.


    Kirby’s expression soured. He looked like he wanted to say something, but I didn’t give him the


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    I finally lifted my eyes to meet Liana’s. My smile was faint, butced with endless scorn. “Miss Liana, instead of worrying about whether I belong here, perhaps you should worry about yourself. After all, not everyone can live off someone else’s ‘guilt‘ forever.”


    My voice wasn’t loud, but the surrounding werewolves–already listening in–heard every word.


    Liana’s face drained of all color.


    I looked away. Not at her. Not at Kirby. As if they were nothing but stones by the roadside. I gently linked arms with my brother and said, with a light tone, “Thorbane, we should go greet the elders now.”


    “Mm.” Thorbane’s eyes flickered with approval.


    We walked past Kirby and Liana without another nce, stepping into the center of the hall and leaving them behindpletely.


    And in that moment, I felt light, clear, and free. The past… was truly over.


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