Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath
Chapter 47 The Severing
Slyvana POV – G Hall
Kirby actually marked that bitch!
How dare she–this cast–out, lowly woman–seduce Kirby again?
My fists clenched so tightly they trembled. I felt like I was burning from the inside out.
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That fire in her eyes? That wasn’t rage. It was guilt. Because she’d been exposed. Because she still wanted my brother to fall for her again.
Over my dead body.
Jealousy, poisonous and relentless, consumed me.
I hated her her fakeposure, her smug silence. The way she always hovered around my
her—her brother like some cunning little vixen trying to crawl back into his arms.
What gave her the right? The bond was severed, and yet she still clung to him like some pathetic leech.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stormed forward and pointed at her, screaming at the top of my lungs.
“Shameless, aren’t you, Leslie?! You and my brother ended your bond—and now you’re using tricks to seduce him again? You really think one mark is all it takes to crawl back into Crimson Moon Pack? Let me be clear–we will never take someone like you back!”
“One idental mark changes nothing! Don’t fall for her lies! She’s a mutt! A lowborn creature who never deserved Alpha honor in the first ce!”
“Do you all know what she really is?!” I turned on the room, voice shrill with hatred. “For three years in Crimson Moon Pack, she was nothing! Not even worthy of a name! We all called her ‘that woman!‘ She did ourundry! She cleaned the blood from our hunting boots! She even had to grovel on the floor to wipe blood from Liana’s skirts!”
I knew that name–Liana–was her deepest scar. Every time it was spoken, it cut her anew.
And I wanted her bleeding. I wanted her broken. I wanted her to know she’d never be enough. That she could never reach Kirby again.
Leslie POV – Moon Goddess G Hall
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On my neck, the faint glow of Kirby’s idental mark shimmered–a temporary im. It would fade in hours, but right now, it branded me in front of everyone with a memory I had long since torn apart and buried.
The fury inside me nearly obliterated my reason. Deep within, <i>Asphodel </i>howled with rage- pure, ancestral fury roaring through our shared soul. The offense was blood–deep.
I shoved Kirby away. He stumbled back, face etched in shock and–whether he knew it or not- guilt.
Then came the shriek.
Slyvana.
She saw the mark. She saw the fire in my eyes. And she mistook it all for shame. Her jealousy broke herpletely.
She burst through the crowd, pointing at me like I was some kind of witch about to be burned.
“One idental mark changes nothing! Don’t fall for her lies! She’s a mutt! A lowborn creature who doesn’t deserve Alpha honor!”
“Let me tell you all the truth!” Her voice crescendoed with madness. “For three years, she had no name in Crimson Moon Pack! We all called her ‘that woman!‘ She scrubbed our clothes, cleaned the filth off our boots, even crawled on the floor to clean Liana’s bloody skirts!”
Every word out of her mouth was a venom–soaked arrow aimed at my chest.
The hall erupted in stunned whispers.
Every Alpha, every guest, turned toward the Crimson Moon Pack faction with wide eyes filled with disbelief and contempt.
In our society, even when partners are unequal in status, public humiliation–especially systematic abuse of a Luna bound by contract–was disgraceful. Dishonorable.
Slyvana hadn’t exposed my weakness.
She’d exposed <i>Crimson </i><i>Moon </i>Pack’s <i>shame</i><i>. </i>
Kirby <i>POV </i><i>– </i><i>Moon </i>Goddess G Hall
“Enough! Slyvana!”
I roared at my sister, but it was toote.
Every word she’d said hit me like a red–hot needle straight through the skull. Straight into my
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soul.
<i>No </i>name… <i>ve</i>… <i>lowborn</i>…
I had never known. Never heard the cruelty she endured.
And I realized, all at once, that I <i>should </i>have known.
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My silence, my indifference, my neglect–it had be the knife they used to carve her up.
Then I felt it.
A ripple of cold, icy intent–so sharp it sliced through the mark’s temporary bond like a dagger through silk.
It was killing intent.
Raw. Absolute. Unmistakable.
It surged through the link between us, freezing me to the bone.
I turned to look at her.
The fire from before was gone. Her rage was gone.
What remained was pure frost–an expression so cold, so devoid of mercy, it seemed to silence the entire temple.
She was ready to kill.
And Slyvana–still drunk on her tantrum–had no idea.
“My brother only loves Liana!” she screamed, spitting poison. “You were just her blood bag! Her organ donor! Crimson Moon Pack will never want you back!”
She thought the name Liana would break her again. That it would make her crumble.
But she was wrong.
This time, Leslie didn’t flinch. She didn’t break.
She smiled.
A slow, terrifying smile–cold and cruel.
And when she smiled, the temperature in the entire temple seemed to drop,
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