Chapter 49 The Final Severance
Kirby POV Moon Goddess G Hall
“You’re the one who’s the least innocent of all.”
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Leslie’s words struck like a bolt of lightning, frigid and merciless, tearing through everystyer of denial and pretense I’d clung to. With one sentence, sheid my soul bare, exposing the ugliest truth I had never dared face.
I opened my mouth, desperate to speak. To exin. To apologize. Anything.
But under her gaze–those cold, clear eyes that now held no warmth, no hate, not even grief- every word turned to dust if my throat. Useless. Pathetic.
She was right.
It was me who allowed my mother and sister to torment her.
Me who treated her not as a partner, but as a blood bank–something to be used, never loved.
Me who turned away when she needed me most, who let betrayal and silence answer her cries.
I was the one who pushed her over the edge. The one who broke her.
For the first time in my life, I, Kirby of Crimson Moon Pack, heir to a legacy of power and pride, felt the raw weight of true defeat. Not in war. Not in business. But in something far more devastating.
This defeat crushed my dignity. My identity. My worth as an Alpha.
“Leslie, I…” The words came out choked, dragging behind them the weight of three years of guilt.
But she cut me off before I could even begin.
“Alpha Kirby, if you can’t act, then stop acting guilty for show.”
Her voice was sharp and cold. She nced at the still–trembling Slyvana on the ground with a look of disdain.
“Apologies are cheap. And no, I don’t need your remorse,” she sneered. “Did you really think that one soft look, one cracked voice, would make me forget everything you let happen?”
She turned her eyes back to me–onest time.
Chapter 49 The Final Severance
“Three years ago, I was blind. I thought love was enough. That’s why I married you.”
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“But I’m not blind anymore. And even if I had to dance with every devil in the world, I’d never again let your scente within an inch of me.”
Leslie POV – Moon Goddess G Hall
As I spoke those words, it felt like I had carved out every wound I’d ever buried.
It hurt–deeply–but it left me lighter than I’d ever felt before.
I didn’t look back at Kirby, who now stood frozen, hollowed by what he could never undo. I didn’t care about the stares around us, whether they were pitying or shamed.
Eric stepped forward at just the right moment, his towering frame and steady Alpha presence forming a quiet shield between me and everything I’d left behind.
“I’ll take you home,” he said softly–seriously, with none of his usual teasing edge.
I nodded.
And without a single nce behind me, I walked away–shoulder to shoulder with him- leaving behind the temple that had witnessed every ounce of my pain… and the rebirth that followed.
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