Chapter 85 The Unforgivable Line.


    Leslie Rogue Pack POV


    The media storm continued to escte.


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    That was when my oldest brother, Thorbane, called. The look on his face held a knowing, cold smile.


    “Leslie, I’ve gotten to the bottom of it. The one behind all this is Marcus Crimson Moon Pack.”


    He leaned forward slightly. “He’s activated every hidden intelligence channel and media mouthpiece under the Crimson Moon Pack’s control. His goal is simple–force you to surrender. He wants to use your reputation as leverage to get the ‘Ancestor’s Fang‘ back.”


    “What a clever move,” I said with augh colder than ice.


    “Father’s already aware,” Thorbane added. “And he’s furious. But he told me <i>to </i>pass along a message: this is <i>your </i>war. He won’t interfere. That said… he’s prepared your battlefield.”


    “What kind of battlefield?”


    “One month from now is the Rogue Pack royal centennial celebration,” Thorbane said, eyes gleaming with quiet strategy. “At that event, Father will stand before every top Alpha and Pack leader on the continent and formally announce that you, Leslie Rogue Pack, are the long–lost and only true princess of the Rogue Pack royal family.”


    “You’ll be dered the rightful heir–our one and only first–in–line sessor.”


    “He wants every person who ever doubted or ndered you to p their own face in regret.”


    I clenched my fists.


    Father’s decision gave me more than just support—it was a deration of war from the highest throne in our world.


    “Before that dayes,” I said, eyes fixed on the city lights outside my window, voice like a de, “I’m going to make Marcus Crimson Moon Pack pay dearly for his stupidity.”


    Kirby POV – Crimson Moon Pack Headquarters


    “Father! Why would you do this?!”


    I stormed into Marcus’s study, mming a screen full of disgusting rumors and lies about


    Leslie onto his desk.


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    Chapter 85 The Unforgivable Line


    “This <b>is </b>nder! None of this is true! You’re using the dirtiest tricks to ruin an innocent woman!”


    “Innocent?” Marcus lifted his gaze, his eyes brimming with contempt. “Kirby, have you forgotten? She’s still holding the greatest symbol of our Crimson Moon Pack’s honor. To retrieve the sacred relic, <i>any </i>method is justified!”


    “But-”


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    “No but!” he roared, mming his hand on the table. The force of his Alpha pressure made it hard to breathe.


    “I’m going to destroy her reputation,” he said tly. “I’ll make sure she can’t show her face in the entire werewolf world. When the timees, she’ll have no choice but to crawl to me like a dog, offering the ‘Ancestor’s Fang‘ in exchange for mercy.”


    I stared at him, at the face that had oncemanded my respect, now warped by obsession and power. For the first time in my life, I felt something inside me rise–a deep, burning urge to rebel.


    “I won’t let you do this,” I said through clenched teeth.


    “You?” Heughed, short and sharp, filled with disdain. “You think you can stop me? With what -your pathetic, bted guilt? Kirby, don’t forget who you are. You’re the heir to the Crimson Moon Pack. Everything you do must serve the interests of the Pack. <i>Nothing </i><i>else </i><i>matters</i>.”


    I couldn’t find the words to argue. My throat closed with frustration. I turned and walked out, my chest burning with helpless rage.


    What do I do now?


    What can I do to stop this? To… protect her?


    The thought stopped me cold.


    Protect her?


    Do I even have the right to say that anymore?


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