Chapter 103 On Her Knees


    Slyvana’s POV


    They brought me to the Crimson Moon Pack’s headquarters—my brother Kirby’s office..


    They confiscated my phone and everym device I had.


    Two stone–faced enforcers nked me like I was a prisoner, not a Pack member. They didn’t escort me. They dragged me.


    The weak Beta Wolf inside me trembled in the presence of pure Alpha dominance that filled the room like ice–cold smoke.


    I forced down my rising panic and looked up at the man behind the desk–my brother in name, if not in mood.


    “Kirby, what’s this about? Why’d you call me in?”


    He looked up slowly. His dark eyes were like ck ice, and just as cold.


    The force of his Alpha pheromones surged across the office in an instant. Invisible, unstoppable, suffocating.


    “You tell me.”


    His voice could have cracked ss.


    I flinched. My Wolf recoiled. But I still refused to admit anything.


    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”


    “You don’t?”


    He let out a coldugh. No amusement in it. Just ice.


    He raised his voice slightly, sharp and final.


    “Bring him in.”


    Mch, his assistant, responded immediately. He shoved that low–level human reporter–the one I’d paid off–straight through the office doors.


    The second the man saw me, he put on a ridiculous smile and bowed at the waist.


    “Mr. Kirby, Miss Slyvana–good afternoon.”


    I saw the setup and my stomach dropped. He was selling me out.


    I rushed to Kirby’s side, grabbing his arm in panic.


    “He’s lying! I didn’t pay him to smear Leslie–I swear, I-”


    I stopped mid–sentence.


    Because Kirby was staring straight into me with eyes that said he already knew everything.


    Chapter 103 On Her Knees


    Under that gaze, all my <b>excuses </b>sounded pathetic.


    I backed off. feeling my face go pale.


    “I… I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”


    Slyvana, Kirby said quietly.


    The cold in his voice went bone–deep.


    “You’ve humiliated the Pack. Do you even understand the scale of what you’ve done?”


    He stood up..


    The weight of his power hit me like a wall, and I instinctively took a step back.


    For the first time in my life, I realized my brother’s patience had a limit. And I had crossed it.


    But why?


    All I’d done was what I always did–use a few public opinion tricks to deal with that wretched Leslie. How was that so wrong?


    Deep down, I was furious. But I wasn’t stupid.


    Now wasn’t the time to argue with a lion in a rage.


    I tried to shift the conversation, change the subject, anything–but that idiot reporter beat me to it.


    “Mr. Kirby,” the man said nervously, “Miss Slyvana still hasn’t paid the bnce yet. I mean, the job didn’t exactly go well, so maybe… could I just walk away?”


    The temperature in the room dropped.


    “Shut up!”


    I couldn’t stop myself from snapping at him.


    Useless, brainless, spineless rat!


    “Slyvana,” Kirby said again, voice like thunder muffled under steel.


    His eyes pinned me in ce.


    “You have only one option. You will go to Leslie. And you will apologize. In person.”


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