Chapter 66 The Crowd and the me


    Leslie’s POV


    “That’s him! He’s out!”


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    No one knows who first recognized Carl, even though he’d wrapped himself up like a mummy.


    In an instant, every fan rushed toward us,pletely surrounding us in a suffocating sea of bodies.


    shes and cameras pointed at us from all directions.


    “What do we do?” I hissed through clenched teeth.


    “Watch me,” Carl said with total calm. Instead of panicking, he tore off his mask and sunsses and shed the crowd a dazzling smile.


    He didn’t shy away at all. He greeted the fans openly, then pulled me tightly into his arms again, holding me like a protector, striding forward with absolute confidence.


    “Thanks for all the love,” he said, his voice rich and maic–enough to make every female werewolf around us scream, “But don’t go scaring my girl now…‘


    “Ahhhh!”


    The fans‘ screams practically blew the roof off Halinport.


    With Carl holding me like that, I had no choice but to lift my head. I forced a stiff smile and nced around casually–only to catch sight of Kirby and Liana at the entrance, both drawn in by themotion.


    Kirby was staring straight at us. His expression was cold–shocked, confused, and tinged with something he himself probably hadn’t even realized: a burning jealousy.


    The sourness and resentment in my heart vanished instantly.


    So what if the new me and the old fling showed up at the same time? If scumbags like them could strut in here like they belonged, then what was so shameful about me standing here beside my own brother?


    The smile on my lips stopped being forced. It grew calm andposed–maybe even a little bit defiant–as I looked straight back at him.


    Once we finally broke free from the crowd, Carl slid coolly into my car, still smiling and waving to the fans outside the window.


    Chapter 66 The Crowd and the me


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    “If I wasn’t seeing things just now,” he said while buckling his seatbelt, the smile dropping from his face in an instant, reced by icy steel, “that bastard Kirby was there <i>too</i>, wasn’t he?”


    He’d seen it perfectly clearly.


    Kirby’s POV


    I saw her.


    I saw Leslie.


    She was standing not far from me, looking at me, looking at Liana in my arms. For one brief second, her eyes looked hurt. It was the same look I knew so well–how she used <i>to </i>look at me three years ago, full of pain and helplessness.


    And in that moment, something in my chest twisted sharply.


    But then, that man appeared–Carl, from the Rogue Pack. The legendary “de of the Wild.”


    He wrapped her in his arms, possessive and unshakable, as if dering to the entire world that she belonged to him.


    Then I saw the change in her.


    The pain in her eyes vanished instantly. In its ce was something I’d never seen before–an undeniable confidence, a dazzling calm. She nestled against Carl’s chest and looked straight at me, wearing a smile filled with challenge and contempt.


    In that moment, it felt like an invisible hand grabbed my heart and crushed it.


    A wild, unfamiliar me–jealousy–swept through me in an instant, burning me up from the inside.


    Liana, standing beside me, seemed to notice the shift in my mood. She fidgeted nervously and asked softly, “Kirby, what’s wrong? That woman… is that Leslie? And the man with her…”


    I didn’t answer her.


    All I could see were the two of them–framed by a flurry of camera shes–slowly walking away like a couple made in heaven.


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