Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath
Chapter 48 The Alpha’s Reckoning
Leslie POV – Moon Goddess G Hall
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I stood in silence as Slyvana finished screaming her venom into the air. She was gasping now, breath hitching from the exertion, yet her face twisted in smug triumph–deliriously convinced she had won.
I took a step forward.
The lights in the temple seemed to dim in response.
I didn’t yell. I didn’t argue.
I simply released my Alpha pressure.
But this wasn’t just strength. It wasced with my will. With <i>Asphodel’s </i>fury. And deeper still- with themanding bloodline of the Lycan King himself. The kind of authority that did not beg. It ruled.
Hummmm-
A wave of golden psychic force rippled outward from me, expanding in all directions.
But its target was singr: Slyvana.
For the others, it was merely chilling. But for someone like her–a Beta of impure bloodline–it was soul–crushing.
“AHHH-!”
Her scream tore through the hall. Her wolf howled in agony under the pressure of my dominance. Her legs gave out with a p of flesh against marble.
She copsed in front of every Pack in Westview, body convulsing, frothing at the mouth- utterly unable to lift her head.
The temple fell intoplete silence,
The spectacle–of bloodline dominance this exact and this absolute–left even the most seasoned Alphas shaken to the bone.
I walked toward her–slowly, deliberately–and stopped right before her crumpled figure. I leaned in, my voice low enough to only be heard by those closest.
“I won’t deny it. I did all the things you said.”
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“But all that proves,” I said, voice soft and deadly, “is that your so–called noble Crimson Moon Pack is nothing more than a pack of filthy mongrels. Disgraceful. Too ignorant to recognize a true Alpha when they had one kneeling before them.”
“And now…” I tapped her chin with the toe of my heel, lifting her trembling, contorted face. “… here you are. Curled up beneath the queen you used to spit on.”
“Remember this feeling, Slyvana. Remember the tremble in your soul.”
“Because this… is the only posture your bloodline will ever be worthy of in front of mine.”
I withdrew my pressure, turned, and walked away–unhurried, untouched–leaving behind a room full of silence, awe, and fear.
Eric quickly fell in step beside me. His usual yfulness was gone. His expression had hardened with something new–raw awe, and a much more dangerous kind of desire.
He walked shoulder to shoulder with me, his Alpha aura shielding me from every unwanted gaze, every whisper.
“You… what’s going on between you two?” Slyvana, still weak, but spitting venom, threw onest usation at Eric. “Be honest. Were you two sneaking around before the divorce? Was she cheating with you?!”
“Slyvana, shut up!” Kirby’s voice finally snapped back to life, sharp and cold.
He didn’t even nce at me. He walked straight to Slyvana, face carved with something darker than anger.
“Every word you just said–was it true?”
Slyvana flinched, her bravado crumbling, lip trembling as she scrambled for a reply.
But I stopped.
And then, clear as ss, my voice rang out–light, sharp, and cruelly calm.
“Alpha Kirby. It’s true.”
The surrounding murmurs exploded again. Disbelief. Shock.
Kirby stiffened. The words hit him like a blow to the gut. He froze, as if someone had ripped the ground from under him.
Because it wasn’t just the disrespect of his so–called brothers. It wasn’t even the cruelty of one jealous sister.
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It was his entire Pack.
They had all humiliated me.
And he–the man who had bound me to him–knew nothing.
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In three years of marriage, he’d hardly set foot in our shared room. When he did, it was only to ask for blood for Liana. To make sure I still had enough allowance. Then he’d leave a card and <ol><li>go. </li></ol>
He thought he was being considerate. That he’d fulfilled his duties. But now, he knew.
He’d been lying to himself all along.
And the guilt that seized him was unmistakable.
He didn’t know how to look at me.
His fists clenched. His whole body rigid, trembling.
Iughed softly. A clear, crisp sound that echoed across the room—and yet carried <i>a </i>frost that bit through bone.
“Ask any maid in your mansion, Alpha Kirby. They could’ve told you the truth.”
“But even if it’s true–what difference does it make now?<b>” </b>
“The stares. The des. The insults. Every cut I took in your Pack–none of them missed their mark. Because <i>you</i><i>, </i>Kirby, handed those weapons to them yourself.”
“You stood by and watched. You let them wound me.”
“So now, what difference does it make that you know?”
“You’re thest person in this room who gets to act innocent.”
“Because the deepest wound I carry–was carved by you.”
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