Chapter 83 The Face Behind the Cloak
Slyvana POV – Backstage at the Ceremony
So beautiful… so breathtaking…
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That final woman who took the stage looked like the Moonwolf Goddess straight out of legend! Her cloak was a hundred times more stunning than the Shadow of the Moonwolf shown earlier!
I had to get a photo with her. If I could just stand next to someone like that, I’d reim my spot at the top of the werewolf socialdder for sure.
As soon as the ceremony ended, I dragged Liana with me backstage.
Surrounded by staff and attendants, we finally found that final “goddess.” She was chatting andughing with the opening envoy and Am herself.
“Excuse me!” Iposed myself and put on what I believed was my most elegant smile as I approached her. “I’m Slyvana, of the Crimson Moon Pack–the eldest daughter, actually. I really admired your performance just now. Would I be honored with a photo together?”
The woman slowly turned around.
The moment I saw her face, my smilepletely froze.
That face…
It was-
“You?!” I shrieked in disbelief.
How could it be her?! How could it possibly be that bitch Leslie Rogue Pack?!
How could shemand such a powerful presence?! How could she be the one wearing that stunning cloak?!
“It’s me,” Leslie said, a cold, mocking curve at her lips. “Is that a problem?”
“You-!” My entire body trembled with rage. I pointed at her, but couldn’t get a single word out.
Just then, Am stepped over, giving me a look like she’d just stepped in something foul.
“Miss Crimson Moon Pack,” she said icily, “I don’t recall sending an invitation to your Pack. How exactly did you sneak in here?”
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Then she stood beside Leslie, raised her voice so the surrounding media and guests could hear, and dered proudly and unequivocally:
“Allow me to formally introduce this woman to you all.”
“She’s not just tonight’s most distinguished star envoy.”
“She is also one of the founding members of the <i>Am </i>brand–and forever…. an honored partner.”
“Miss Leslie Rogue Pack.”
My brain wentpletely nk. It was like something had exploded in my skull.
Leslie Rogue Pack POV – Backstage at the Moon Goddess Ceremony
When Am publicly announced to the media and guests that I wasn’t just the star envoy, but also a founding partner of <i>Am</i><i>, </i>the entire backstage fell into a dead silence.
Slyvana and Liana’s twisted faces–contorted by disbelief–were easily the most beautiful sight I’d seen all night.
“Miss Crimson Moon Pack,” Am said with frosty finality, addressing the two uninvited intruders, “I don’t recall inviting your Pack to this ceremony. Please leave my event immediately. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to have my guards escort you out.”
Shame. Rage. Frustration. All those emotions dissolved into sheer humiliation in the face of absolute power and status. With mocking eyes watching their every move, Slyvana and Liana fled backstage, thoroughly disgraced.
As the ceremony came to a close, I celebrated privately in the penthouse lounge with Am, my third brother Carl, and Astrid.
“To the Queen of the Wolves and her wless victory!” Am raised her ss high.
“My queen,” I said, pulling a brooch from my storage device–carved from stardust obsidian and glowing with a soft silver light–and handed it to her. “This is my gift to you, in honor of the sess of the Moon Goddess Ceremony.”
“Oh?” Am took the brooch, her eyes lighting up with delight.
“What about me? What about me?” Carl leaned in, pointing at himself expectantly, “I worked
tail off today to help you anchor this event. Don’t I get a gift too?”
my
“Sure,” I smirked. “How about I give you… myself?”
“Even better!” Carl leaned in to hug me, but I pushed him away in mock annoyance.
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“Seriously, Leslie,” he said, dropping the joke and turning sincere, “what do you want? Tell me. How about a personal destroyer–ss cruiser? I’ve got one docked–the Northwind God. Barely use it.”
“I don’t want it,” Am cut in smoothly before I could answer. “If she wants a ship, I’ll give her one. My Venus is faster and prettier than your Northwind God.”
Watching the two of them bicker over a spaceship like it was a birthday present made meugh out loud.
Victory tasted even sweeter when it was shared with friends and family.
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