Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath
Chapter 86 The Bark of a Dying Alpha
Marcus POV – Crimson Moon Pack Headquarters
Three whole days.
(24)
Finished
The smear campaign I’dunched–a media storm that could’ve destroyed any normal noble’s reputation–was raging across the Packwork.
And yet that damned woman, Leslie Rogue Pack, hadn’t reacted at all!
She hadn’t made a statement, hadn’t panicked, hadn’t done anything I’d expected—not a whimper, not a plea for mercy.
ording to my intel, she was… thriving.
Either holed up in the Governor’s Mansionughing with her brothers, or spending entire days in her sprawling private virtual estate, going on ridiculous shopping sprees! Snapping up cheap luxury goods that she had absolutely no use for!
She was mocking me. Taunting me. Using that infuriating calm to <i>spit </i>on my authority as leader of the Crimson Moon Pack.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my encryptedmunicator and dialed her directly.
Call rejected.
She actually dared to reject my call!
My hands trembled with rage as I redialed. This time, it went through.
“Who is it?” came herzy, mildly annoyed voice from the other side.
“Leslie Rogue Pack!” I roared. “How long are you going to y dumb?! Bring the Ancestor’s Fang to me, right now! Or else-‘
“Oh, Alpha Marcus,” she cut me off with a lightugh. “Sorry, I was just trying to snag a limited- edition ‘Stardust‘ bracelet. What’s up? Make it quick–my new ‘Moonlight Heels‘ are about to drop.”
“You-!” I could feel the blood pounding in my skull,
“Alpha Marcus,” she said, her voice suddenly cold and sharp, “do yourself a favor and stop wasting your breath. Your cheap tactics don’t work on me. You think you can manipte me with public pressure? Do you think I’m still the helpless orphan you all toyed with three years ago?”
Chapter 86 The Bark of a Dying Alpha
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Finished
“Let me say this onest time–the Ancestor’s Fang is in my possession. If you want it back, show me some real sincerity. Otherwise, wait for my coronation and say your farewells then.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” she added before hanging up, “you can save your pathetic denials and handouts for that littlepdog of yours who lives to wag her tail.”
The call ended.
I stared at the darkened screen, shaking with fury, inches away from smashing my entire office to pieces.
Leslie POV – Westview Governor’s Mansion
“Who was that, Leslie? Got you all riled up,” Carl asked casually, tapping away as he helped me try to buy those heels I didn’t even particrly like.
“Just an old dog barking,” I replied coolly, powering off thems.
Marcus Crimson Moon Pack… You really think that’s the best you can do?
How <i>na?ve</i>.
I set the terminal aside and walked over to the window, gazing out over the vast territory that now belonged to me.
My father, Lars–the Lycan King of the Rogue Pack royal family–would be arriving in Westview very soon.
And I had made up my mind: I would travel to Halinport myself to wee him.
It was time to show the world exactly whose hand held the final trump card in this game.
Send <b>Gifts </b>
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