Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath
Chapter 45: The Reluctant Alliance
Leslie POV – Second Floor of the G
I ignored whatever drama was brewing downstairs with Kirby and followed my brother Thorbane up to the second floor.
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There, already waiting for us, was a young Alpha in a fitted ck shirt. His presence was sharp, his eyes unruly, with a confidence that didn’t try to hide itself.
This was n—the soul of Apex Industries. Chief Technology Officer.
“Governor of Rogue Pack,” n’s gaze lingered on me for a beat, openly appreciative. “You’re even more powerful–and Beautiful–than the rumors suggest.”
“n,” I nodded calmly. “Your Moon Goddess relic interests me. I trust you’ve reviewed my terms. Across all of Westview, no Pack is more suited to partner with you than Rogue Pack. You bring the tech. We bring the wealth, the territory, the resources to make your wildest designs a reality. For the next hundred years, we’ll be the ones shaping the future of psionic tech.”
Every word I said was lined with the certainty and pressure of authority.
n tilted his head thoughtfully, then smiled. “Your offer speaks volumes, Governor. But… what if I wanted this to be a three–way alliance? Technology this world–changinges with risk–one I don’t wish to shoulder alone.”
“Who else?” I frowned, displeased.
I couldn’t imagine any other Pack that could match Rogue Pack’s standing.
n raised his ss and gestured behind me. A slow, steady footstep approached–and my heart skipped a beat.
Kirby.
Dressed in ck formalwear, his wounded hand already healed. But the aura around him had grown even colder, heavier.
“Apologies, Leslie<i>,</i><i>” </i>n said with a hint of a sheepish smile. “I should’ve told you earlier. Regardless of who we partner with, Crimson Moon Pack must be included in this project.”
“Why?” My voice dropped to a frostier tone.
“Because the core material of the relic–Moon Goddess’s Tear, a resonating crystal–is only found in one ce: the Weeping Canyon, a site Crimson Moon Pack has guarded for generations,” n exined. “Since the beginning, Kirby Alpha has been this project’srgest
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funder–and supplier.”
So that’s what this was. He was a shareholder.
“With Crimson Moon Pack’s resources, they could’ve monopolized the entire deal. Why involve us at all?” I shot a sideways nce at Kirby, voice tinged with sarcasm.
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“It’s a new frontier,” Kirby finally spoke, his voice low and even. “The risks are enormous. Crimson Moon Pack can’t shoulder it alone. Partnering with Rogue Pack benefits all three of
us.”
His logic was airtight. Thorbane nced at me with a look that said it all–shared risk, shared gain. The math favored cooperation.
I hated it. But I couldn’t let emotion outweigh strategy.
“Fine.” I lifted my ss, voice clipped and cold.
Three sses clinked. A crystal–clear note that sealed an agreement I wanted no part of.
A reluctant three–way blood pact was born–binding together three Packs and my fate with Kirby’s once more.
The satisfaction I’d felt from my earlier victories had been thoroughly doused by n’s unexpected curveball.
I had no choice but to be chained to Kirby again–with no way to cut loose.
Sensing the tension between us, n gave a cheerful smile and said, “Why don’t we mark the asion with a dance between the alliance’s two core leaders–Governor Leslie and Alpha Kirby? What better way to announce this union to the continent?”
Kirby blinked, clearly surprised.
Iughed softly–cold and sharp–and replied with polite finality, “Sorry, Mr. n. I don’t dance.”
In werewolf tradition, a dance–especially at an event like this–was never just entertainment. It was a ritual. A war dance.
A physical dialogue of power and dominance, where steps, breath, and force all shed to test bnce and establish hierarchy.
It was elegant. Dangerous. Full of challenge.
And I would not–could not–share such an intimate, symbolic disy of energy with Kirby. Not even ceremonially.
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Without so much as a nce his way, I turned on my heel, high heels clicking against the floor.
“One little dance, and she refuses,” n murmured behind me to Kirby with a shrug. “This alliance might be rougher than I thought. You’re the first Alpha I’ve seen get publicly rejected over a woman, Kirby.”
His words left a dent. Kirby’s aura wavered.
At the stairwell, Thorbane met me and gently caught my wrist. His voice lowered against my
ear.
“Leslie, don’t let pride trip you up. Yes, this alliance is ufortable–but it gives us the perfect chance to touch Crimson Moon Pack’s lifeline: the Weeping Canyon. Shared risk, shared gain. This deal’s in our favor.”
I froze for a moment. Then the implications clicked.
Kirby’s concerns were the same as ours. This three–way pact–despite the bitterness–was the smarter move. I’d let my personal feelings cloud my vision.
The frustration in my chest cleared.
I turned back toward Kirby.
The smile I wore now was wless. The kind only a Governor could maintain.
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