Leslie’s POV Westview Governor’s Estate


    “So that bastard really showed up at Halinport with that woman?”


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    Finished


    In the dining room of the Governor’s Estate, Carl was elegantly slicing into the steak I’d grilled


    past three myself, listening as I told him everything that had happened over the


    years.


    When I mentioned Kirby and Liana showing up together, his knife paused mid–slice. A flicker of cold killing intent shed through his eyes.


    “Yeah.” I nodded, my emotions a little tangled.


    “That Liana… she’s the one who wanted you as a mobile organ bank, right?”


    “That’s her.”


    “Hah.” Carl let out a low scoff. “She really doesn’t know her ce. An Omega with bloodline so weak it’s basically dried up, and she dares to covet the royal blood of the Rogue Pack? Crimson Moon Pack has a hell of a nerve.”


    “It’s all in the past now, Carl,” I said. “All I want is to take back what they owe me–with interest.”


    “Well said!” Carl raised his ss to me. “Now that’s Lars’s daughter talking. But just collecting debts? That’s too easy on them. Leslie, have you ever thought about making that Kirby fall in love with you all over again… then tossing him away like garbage?”


    I blinked, then chuckled. “Carl, that’s a pretty unique take on revenge.”


    “Damn right it is,” he said smugly, arching a brow. “When ites to self–righteous Alphas like him, the only way <i>to </i>break them is to destroy everyst bit of their pride. Let him see what kind of priceless treasure he gave up back then.”


    I looked at Carl’s strikingly handsome face and the devil–may–care smile in his eyes. The frustration in my chest slowly melted away.


    Yeah. Why let people who don’t matter ruin my mood?


    Right now, I have family who love me, subordinates who are loyal, power at the highest level- and a bright future ahead.


    And Kirby, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack? All he has left… is endless regret.


    Kirby’s POV


    Chapter 68 The Door That Won’t Open


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    It’s been two days since I saw Leslie at Halinport.


    And in those two days, I’ve been a walking corpse.


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    By day, I forced myself to deal with Pack affairs and suppress the elders who were stirring trouble after the “Ancestor Fang” was taken.


    By night, I locked myself in my office, drowning myself in alcohol to numb the heart torn apart by regret and jealousy.


    That scene–Leslie and Carl wrapped in each other’s arms–kept reying in my mind like a


    curse.


    Photos of their “intimate embrace” were spreading like wildfire across the entire Packwork. Every werewolf was specting whether the newly freed Queen of the Rogue Pack had be thetest partner of the legendary de of the Wild.


    Just thinking about that made my wolf, Lance, howl and thrash in agony inside me.


    No. I won’t allow it.


    Leslie is mine! Even if we’re no longer bound by a marriage contract, she can only be mine!


    That insane thought red through me like wildfire, burning away what little logic I had left. I couldn’t take it anymore. I shot up from my chair, grabbed my coat, and stormed out of the office.


    I had to <i>see </i>her. I had to know what was really going on between her and Carl.


    I drove like a madman all the way to the gates of the Westview Governor’s Estate.


    But what greeted me there were two rows of Rogue Pack royal guards, each holding a smance and radiating an icy aura.


    “Alpha Kirby,” the guard captain said without emotion, blocking my path, “the Governor is resting. She won’t be seeing any guests tonight.”


    “I’m Kirby, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack!” I unleashed the full force of my Alpha pressure, trying to overwhelm them. “I have urgent business with your Governor. Move aside!”


    But these guards were elite warriors of the Rogue Pack royal line. They simply straightened their backs slightly, forming an immovable wall with their equally powerful presence, blocking mepletely.


    “Our orders are to protect the Governor’s safety and peace,” the captain replied coldly. “Anyone who tries to force their way in–no matter who they are–will be killed on sight.”


    Chapter 68 The Door That Won’t Open


    Just as the standoff was about to escte into a fight, the heavy doors of the estate slowly creaked open.


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    A tall figure in a silk robe strolled out at a leisurely pace, as if taking a casual walk in his own backyard.


    It was Carl.


    Send Gifts


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