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Kirby POV – G Hall
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I watched from across the room as Leslie leaned her head yfully against Thorbane’s shoulder, her expression soft, almost flirtatious. The casual intimacy between them–siblings in name–lit a fire in my chest I couldn’t control.
Right then, the host, following n’s cue, raised his voice for all to hear:
“Now, we wee the representatives of our Tri–Pack Blood Pact–Alpha Kirby of Crimson Moon Pack and Governor Leslie of Rogue Pack–for tonight’s opening dance: the War Dance!”
Cheers erupted across the room, whistles and apuse echoing from every direction.
I saw Leslie freeze for the briefest moment, then slowly lift her head and lock eyes with me across the crowd.
Her gaze was cold. Detached. Like she was preparing to endure a tiresome obligation.
It stung more than I wanted to admit.
Swallowing everyst emotion, I stepped forward, weaving through the crowd until I reached her. Bowing, I extended my hand with the wless, formal grace of ancient werewolf custom.
And before all the Alphas and nobility of the room, she ced her hand lightly into mine.
This was… our first time holding hands.
She’d been my Luna for three years. I’d never marked her. Never even touched her with any real intimacy.
I never imagined our first contact would be like this–under a hundred watchful eyes, bound together not by love but by politics.
Her hand was warm, soft, but faintly calloused–the kind of roughness you only get from years of wielding weapons.
So unlike the woman I remembered. The quiet, domestic Luna I had assumed she was.
As the primal, drum–driven rhythm began to pound through the hall, I pulled her close, one hand on her narrow waist, and led her into the dance.
She was tense. Resistant.
Our every step was a test. Every turn, a duel of control. Breath for breath, power for power.
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I could feel the force radiating from her–a top–tier Alpha through and through. And buried deep beneath it… a sh of something even she hadn’t noticed. Possessiveness. A subtle instinct to reel me back in.
“Can’t dance, huh?” I whispered at her car, voice low and coaxing without meaning to.
“Depends who I’m dancing with.” Her reply was sharp, her eyes cial.
“When did you be a businesswoman?” I pressed, pulling her closer. “This deal with n- your idea, or the royal family’s?”
She spun gracefully at my lead, her silver gown ring like a lotus in bloom. We reconnected again, faces nearly touching, heartbeats synced in collision.
“You don’t know the half of it. But I owe you no answers anymore.” Her lips curled with a frosty smirk.
That jabnded like a knife.
Three years married. I never once tried to understand her.
And now… what right did I have to want to?
The music surged–final movement, high–speed crescendo.
We had to finish with a tight, spinning embrace, a final flourish to seal the dance.
I pulled her into a fast twirl. Lights glittered across us. Her gown fluttered, radiant. Her figure, her strength, her beauty–all dazzling.
Time stilled. Even the crowd held its breath.
But in that final embrace, her cold words echoed in my head and something inside me faltered.
My step slipped.
I crashed into her.
My hand instinctively tightened on her shoulder to steady us, and my face–by sheer momentum–fell into the hollow of her neck.
Hiss-
A sharp wetness touched my lips.
My fangs–those cursed Alpha fangs–had broken through her skin.
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The taste hit me like a drug. Sweet. Familiar. Maddening.
Gasps echoed across the ballroom. All the wolves had sensed it.
Because there, glowing faintly silver on her wless neck… was a mark.
A temporary im. A symbol of ownership.
No.
My brain went nk.
Inside me, Lance howled in both euphoria and agony. It wanted the mark. It wanted her.
It wanted to reim what had once been ours.
But I… I had just made the worst mistake imaginable.
I pushed her away.
The silver mark shimmered on her skin like an usation.
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And her eyes–once cold–were now aze with a fury so intense, it could’ve reduced me to ash.
And beneath that rage, a depthless loathing.
“Get out!”
She didn’t scream. She didn’t need to.
She shoved me with every ounce of her strength, sending me stumbling back several steps. Her p echoed in my skull even though it nevernded.
“Did you do it on purpose?” Leiss’s voice slithered into my ear, suspicion dripping from every word.
“No.” I gritted my teeth. Forced the truth out like ss. “I didn’t.”
And maybe that was the worst part.
Because I didn’t even know… if that was the truth.
Had it really been an ident?
Or had some twisted, buried part of me wanted to mark her–to make her mine again?
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Then, a sharp, high–pitched voice pierced the stunned silence of the hall.
Slyvana.
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