Chapter 76 The Weight of a Key


    Leslie’s POV


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    The chaos at Silvermoon Salon had, in the bloodiest and most efficient way possible, solidified my rule over Westview.


    Every fence–sitter, every schemer who once wavered in loyalty, now bowed before me with the utmost humility.


    Life, for the first time in a long while, seemed to settle into a moment of peace.


    That day, I received a visit from a guest I hadn’t expected.


    My eldest brother–Thorbane.


    Among all my brothers, Thorbane was the calmest, the mostposed–he reminded me most of our father, Lars. As the heir apparent to the Rogue Pack’smercial empire, everything about him exuded quiet power and calcted authority.


    “Thorbane!” I greeted him with genuine joy.


    “Leslie,” he said warmly, stepping forward to pull me into an embrace. His Alpha aura–steady as winter pine–instantly grounded me with its calm strength. “I heard everything about what you’ve aplished in Westview. Father… is proud of you.”


    “Really?” A wave of warmth stirred in my chest.


    “Of course.” He smiled, then pulled out a small object from inside his coat–a royal seal forged from obsidian stardust, etched with the ancient sigil of our bloodline. He ced it gently into my hands.


    “Father says you’ve proven that you’re capable of standing on your own. This is yours now.”


    “What is it…” I asked, gazing at the seal, feeling the immense, almost bottomless energy pulsing


    within it.


    “The royal key to the Shadow Vault,” Thorbane exined. “It’s the Rogue Pack’s ancestral treasure cache, separate from the crown’s main treasury–passed down for thousands of years. What’s inside could fund a continent–wide war without drawing a single coin from the royal


    reserves.”


    “Father said it’s time you had your own war chest.”


    As I held that key, emotions rushed through me. It wasn’t just a symbol of wealth–it was proof of the highest recognition and trust from my family.


    Chapter 76 The Weight of a Key


    Just then, the sound of deliberately heavy footsteps echoed from the stairs above.


    Carl, ever the chaos–seeker, strolled into the room.


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    “Well, well, look who’s here,” he said, eyeing Thorbane with a grin. “So? Isn’t our Leslie looking more and more like a real queen?”


    For the first time since that nightmare of a political marriage three years ago, the three of us— Thorbane with his steadiness, Carl with his recklessness, and me with my sharpened steel— were truly together again.


    We sat as a family, sharing warmth that was rare and precious in our world.


    “Oh, that reminds me,” Carl said, eyes lighting up mischievously as he turned to me. “Am’s throwing a private ‘Night of Rarities‘ tonight in Central City. Word is, she’s showing off all kinds of strange artifacts they’ve dug up from ancient ruins. Interested in checking it out?”


    I looked at Thorbane. He gave a quiet smile and nodded.


    “Go. Let the entire werewolf continent see what kind of power and grace the Rogue Pack princess nowmands.”


    I smiled.


    Having family by my side–this feeling… was priceless.


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