Chapter 106 Unwee Advances


    Leslie’s POV


    Ever since Crimson Moon Pack admitted defeat, my life had finally quicted down a bit.


    To help me rx, my friend Astrid–an Alpha like me–invited me to a party specially hosted for young werewolves.


    I was tired, sure, but it had been a while since I went out to unwind, so I agreed.


    Astrid didn’t take me to some noisy bar. Instead, we arrived at a vi perched high above the city with a stunning view of the night skyline.


    “Where is this?” I asked, curious.


    “One of my friends is hosting a killer party here tonight,” Astrid replied, grinning. “I heard she invited a ton of single male werewolves with really, really nice–smelling pheromones.”


    The moment we stepped through the front door, every eye turned to us.


    I could feel it in the air–the curious, intrigued, and even slightly awed pheromones swirling around from the Alphas and Betas.


    Astrid leaned in and whispered with a teasing smile, “See anyone you like? Go ahead and mark him and take him home…”


    I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”


    “It’s about the experience, babe,” she giggled, sticking out her tongue. “I’m gonna go say hi to the host. You chill.”


    I nodded and found a quiet terrace to sit down.


    Just as I was about to pull up the Westview reports on my phone, a man approached me–his Alpha pheromones thick, cheap, and reeking of arrogance. The stench was practically an announcement: <i>Look </i><i>at </i><i>me</i><i>, </i>I’m <i>rich </i><i>and </i><i>full </i><i>of </i><i>myself</i><i>. </i>


    He wore a shy designer suit that screamed “money with no taste,” and his bedroom eyes were filled with sleazy interest. No doubt he was some third–rate Alpha coasting off his family name with no actual skills.


    His gaze on me was shameless, his desire barely hidden.


    “Princess Leslie of the Rogue Pack,” he drawled, as if trying to sound seductive. “You’re even more… delectable than your holo–image on the continental web.”


    “Another clueless, brain–dead hyena,”


    Asphodel, my Wolf, let out a disgusted snort in the back of my mind.


    I gave him a t look and nodded without expression. That was as much acknowledgment as he was going to get from me.


    I couldn’t even be bothered to identify his pathetic little Pack crest. Honestly, this kind of pick–up line? Crude and prehistoric.


    apter 106 Unwee Advances


    Lucas‘ POV


    as My Pack isn’t big, but we pride ourselves on reading the room.


    g to find Crimson Moon Pack’s heir, Kirby, and negotiate a deal for some crystal


    I overheard his friend Leiss mention the name Leslie. And right away, arted throwing back hard liquor without saying a word.


    how Crimson Moon Pack’s business took a nosedive because of her. gave me an idea.


    e Leslie in public–really make her look bad–maybe I could score some brownie points with Kirby. Hell, if he’s pleased enough, he might even throw my Pack a bone when ites to trading resources.


    Rogue Pack doesn’t have much influence in the Westview anyway. And with Crimson Moon Pack backing me, what’s there to be afraid of? Even if Rogue Pack tries something, I’ll be protected.


    I looked over at the gorgeous woman sitting alone on the terrace.


    And my courage swelled.


    I deliberately released my Alpha pheromones, flooding the area with a heavy, aggressive presence. Crude? Sure. But sometimes, brute force gets results.


    She was just a woman Kirby had dumped. So what if she was now the Lycan King’s daughter? In the Alpha world, strength reigns supreme.


    “Queen“? Please. That’s just a fancy title.


    At the end of the day, she was still just a discarded ex–fiancée of Crimson Moon Pack’s heir. What’s there to be proud of?