Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath
Chapter 43 Crown of the Moon Goddess
Leslie POV – Westview Office
After giving myself time to unwind, I returned my attention to the business at hand.
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Liam had neatly arranged a stack of documents on my desk–detailed intel on Apex Industries.
ording to his findings, Apex’s CEO, n, had upgraded what was originally a private business dinner into something far grander: the “Moon Goddess Honor G,” an event that would gather every top Pack in all of Westview.
That night, they would announce the final owner of the “Psionic Core“-or rather, the Moon Goddess relic capable of altering the course of the next hundred years.
I had to win it. No question.
Crimson Moon Pack was still reeling from their recent defeat. Aside from them, no other Pack in Westview could rival the strength and legacy of ours–the Rogue Pack.
On the night of the g, I arrived with my brother Thorbane at the venue: a floating temple crafted entirely from moonstone and crystal.
The moment I stepped inside, all eyes turned to me.
I was wearing a one–of–a–kind ceremonial gownmissioned overnight by my father, Lars, and handmade by royal artisans.
The bodice was stitched from tens of thousands of delicate mithril scales, flowing like liquid moonlight and contouring every inch of my figure.
The hem was adorned with “Sea Star” diamonds, harvested from the ocean’s depths, capable of absorbing and reflecting moonlight. Under the radiant glow of the temple, they sparkled with stunning brilliance.
But this was more than a gown–it was a battle relic, powerful enough to withstand a full–force strike from a high–tier Alpha.
With my arm looped through Thorbane’s, I walked forward with ease. The cold,manding aura of my royal Alpha blood stretched behind me like an invisible cape.
I was no longer the timid Luna who had to hide behind others.
I was the Westview Governor of the Rogue Pack. Blood of the Lycan King. The unquestioned queen of thisnd.
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Chapter 43 Crown of the Moon Goddess
“Is that… the new Governor of Rogue Pack?”
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“Wow, what a powerful presence… And beside her–that’s Thorbane Rogue Pack, the first heir! They actually sent two Alphas?<b>” </b>
“I heard she personally took down Rowan… Wouldn’t have guessed it by looking at her…”
“With a queen like that in Westview, the next century of Rogue Pack trouble is guaranteed…”
I heard the whispers from the top Alphas around usced with awe and curiosity. I held my graceful smile and moved through the crowd at Thorbane’s side, unhurried andposed.
“This is Leslie Rogue Pack, Governor of Westview,” my brother said clearly, his voice calm but loud enough to carry across the hall.
This was no longer just a Luna from some Pack. This was a Governor–a symbol of power and dominion.
In one corner of the hall, I spotted Eric, surrounded by noblewomen. He gave me a helpless smile.
I nodded back with understanding. A young, unmarried Alpha always drew attention.
But as my gaze shifted, my smile vanished.
There she was–Slyvana, surrounded by her little entourage.
Her face was frozen in shock, her expression contorted by envy she could no longer suppress.
Her eyes were locked on my gown, like she wanted to tear it from my body and devour it.
I could guess exactly what she was thinking. This battle gown—this symbol of power and glory -was a dream she would never be able to touch.
A Beta who could only rely on her family’s influence versus a queen born of Alpha blood,manding legions.
The gap between us had be an unbridgeable chasm.
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