Chapter 93 The Price of Arrogance
Marcus’s POV
That fang is known as the Ancestor Fang. It is said to be the symbol of the Crimson Moon Pack”
Leslie’s voice was sharp and clear, slicing through the air like ss under a de. The sound made my heart jolt.
I jerked my head up, staring at her, blood rushing violently to my head.
What?! She actually knew the origin of the Ancestor Fang?
My heart nearly stopped. My eyes were filled with disbelief, and my throat tightened so hard I could barely breathe.
That fang was the sacred relic of our Crimson Moon Pack, a legacy left by our ancestors, the very lifeblood of our Pack! How dare she… how dare she speak of it in front of everyone like this?!
“Wait-!”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I stepped forward, my voice shaking with rage. “Leslie! You know what that fang means to the Crimson Moon Pack! I’ll pay ten times what you spent to buy it back! Consider the extra aspensation from us to you!”
I clenched my jaw tight, trying to shut her down with money and take back control.
The dignity of the Crimson Moon Pack couldn’t be trampled on by her!
But Leslie only smiled.
That smile was dazzling–like a de straight to my chest.
She opened her mouth slowly, her tone openly mocking. “Compensation? Marcus, all the assets of the Crimson Moon Packbined probably don’t even amount to a fraction of the Rogue Pack royal family’s petty cash.”
My face burned on the spot. Rage and shame surged in my chest like wildfire.
She was humiliating me–humiliating the entire Crimson Moon Pack, right in front of everyone! I could feel the stares piercing into me like needles. I could hear the whispers slithering like vipers in my ears.
“As for the Ancestor Fang, its value can no longer be measured in coin.”
She paused.
Her gaze turned cold,ced with cruel amusement–like a predator toying with prey already too weak to fight.
My heart dropped. I had a terrible feeling.
“I’ve decided to donate it, free of charge, to the Continental Wolf Heritage Museum.”
Her words struck like a hammer to my skull, leaving me dizzy.
Donate it?! She was going to hand over the Crimson Moon Pack’s sacred relic like it meant nothing?
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Chapter 93 The Price of Arrogance
My wolf roared inside me, the fury nearly driving me insane.
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Leslie tilted her head with a smile, raising her hand toward someone in the audience. Her tone was light but carried an invisible pressure. “This is Mr. Arnos, the museum’s chief curator”
She turned back to the crowd.
“Let everyone bear witness. This artifact–rich in historical significance–will find its rightful home in the museum. I believe this will honor its value far more than keeping it locked in Marcus’s hands. Wouldn’t you agree, Marcus?”
Her wordsnded like a p across my face.
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I must’ve looked awful. My hands were clenched so tightly my nails nearly broke the skin of my palms.
The hall erupted into apuse–waves of it–mocking my weakness.
I watched an elderly gentleman walk on stage with two assistants. He bowed deeply to Leslie, then epted the box containing the Ancestor Fang.
My heart plummeted.
I’d lost.
Utterly, hopelessly lost.
The Crimson Moon Pack’s honor–our very foundation–had just been crushed and exposed to the public, reduced to ashes under her heel.
My chest burned as if lit on fire. The humiliation nearly knocked me off my feet.
“Let’s go!”
I clenched my teeth, growled the words, and turned to leave this suffocating ce.
I couldn’t stay any longer. I wouldn’t let anyone else see me in such disgrace.
“Marcus, not so fast-”
A low,manding voice stopped me in my tracks.
I froze.
Lars Rogue Pack–Leslie’s father–was walking down from the stage with her, standing directly in my way.
There was a kind smile on his face, but not a trace of warmth in his eyes. He looked like a wolf king ready to strike.
“Your Majesty Lars. Is there… something else?”
I forced the words out, my voice barely held together behind clenched teeth.
“There certainly is.”
Lars’s tone was calm, but it carried a chill that made the blood freeze in my veins.
Chapter 93 The Price of Arrogance
<b>“</b><b>My </b>daughter. <b>A </b><b>good</b>, noble princess of the Lycan line. She married into your Crimson <b>Moon </b>Park <b>and </b><b>became </b><b>a </b>filthy, humiliated servant—trampled on without dignity,”
He paused. His gaze sharpened like a de and cut straight into me.
“And after the divorce, you made her out to be some disgrace—some so–called ‘whore‘ hated by everyone
His voice dropped lower, but heavier than ever.
“Marcus, don’t you think… it’s time we settled this?”