Chapter 27 So She Was Always Being Bullied


    Kirby’s POV


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    Finished


    Slyvana followed behind me into the restaurant’s security room, still chattering nonstop, trying to smear Leslie.


    “Kirby! I told you she’s no good! Look at her nowtched onto the Rogue family, that guy Thorbane doing everything for her. Who knows, maybe she was cheating on you long ago! I bet she used your money to support that pretty boy!”


    Her words were dripping with poison.


    “Shut up!” I stopped abruptly, turning around and shooting her a re as sharp as a de. The pressure of my Alpha aura made her fall silent in an instant. Lance roared with fury inside me —not for Leslie, but because of Slyvana’s stupidity and malice. She was shaming Crimson Moon Pack.


    I ignored her and walked straight to the restaurant manager. He was already waiting, and had the surveince footage ready.


    The scenes from the private room began to y out clearly before me.


    One minute. Two minutes…


    My face darkened with every passing second.


    On screen, my mother Belle and Slyvana hurled insult after insult, their words venomous, full of contempt and cruelty toward Leslie.


    And Leslie–at first she stayed silent, enduring it all. Her face showed little expression, but I could see it–in her clenched fists, in the shes of frost in her eyes. She was holding it in. Angry. Humiliated.


    Habit? The footageid it bare. This wasn’t habit. It was long–term endurance.


    Had this not been the first time? Had my mother and sister always treated… my Mate like this, without me knowing?


    It wasn’t until Slyvana demanded that Leslie kneel and pour her a drink that Leslie finally snapped–drenching her in wine and delivering a sharp warning.


    Her retaliation had been fierce, yes. Butpared to what she’d endured… it didn’t seem excessive at all.


    My chest churned with conflicting emotions. Blood pounded in my veins. My expression


    Chapter 27 So She Was Always Being Bullied


    shifted again and again.


    Shame. Rage. Disbelief. And a feeling I hadn’t expected–<i>guilt</i>.


    I abruptly shut off the footage and stormed out.


    “Wait for me…” Slyvana chased after me in a panic.


    Finished


    I stopped and turned, staring her down. My voice was as cold as steel. “Slyvana. This wasn’t the first time, was it?”


    Her face went pale. Her eyes darted, flustered, almost frantic. “What are you talking about? I… I was just mad she hooked up with some other werewolf right after the divorce… I don’t usually say anything to her!”


    I let out a coldugh. Even now, she was still lying. I couldn’t believe in this spoiled, reckless sister of mine anymore.


    “Go apologize to Leslie Rogue.” My tone was sharp and absolute.


    “I won’t!” Slyvana screamed, tears spilling down her face again. “Apologize to that bitch? I’d rather die! She’s the one who poured wine on me! Why should <i>I </i>apologize?!”


    She lunged toward me and grabbed my arm. “You have to help me! Leslie Rogue must be thrilled right now! She probably <i>was </i>using your money to keep that pretty boy! That Alpha with her-”


    I shook her off with such force that she stumbled. My voice dropped into something deadly. “That man is the RoguePack’s first heir. <i>Thorbane </i><i>Rogue</i>. You don’t stand a chance.”


    I didn’t spare her another look. I turned and walked off without hesitation.


    For the first time, a chilling thought formed in my mind:


    Maybe the bond being broken… wasn’t just my fault.


    Maybe Crimson Moon Pack was broken too,


    Maybe my whole family… was part of the problem.


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