Chapter 107 The Wrong Alpha


    Leslie’s POV


    That low–ranking Alpha clearly wasn’t pleased. He let out a mockingugh. “So the queen of Rogue Pack is doing the strong independent woman act now? Refusing friendly advances from other Alphas? What’s the matter–too proud to y nice?”


    His dismissive tone made it clear–he thought I was all bark and no bite.


    My expression remained calm, the corners of my lips lifting into a cold, mocking smile. “That’s right. I’m not interested in bottom–of–the–barrel trash like you.”


    No need for theatrics–just one look was enough. I released the full force of my Alpha pheromones, the purest, highest–ranking bloodline of Rogue Pack royalty, like an invisible iceberg crashing down. His pathetic attempt at provocation was instantly crushed beneath its weight.


    And he thought he could throw his pheromones at me?


    I didn’t want to waste another second in this ce. I stood up immediately and headed off to find Astrid.


    The stir we caused hadn’t gone unnoticed–more than a few wolves had picked up on the tension.


    That low–rank Alpha, already flushed pale from being suppressed by my presence alone, now looked utterly humiliated. Embarrassment turned to rage. Before I could walk away, he lunged forward and grabbed my arm, shouting:


    “Leslie, you really think you’re some kind of big shot? You’re just the woman Kirby dumped! So tell me- how many credits does it take to get you in bed, huh? I’ve got plenty–”


    Before he could finish his sentence, a ss of crimson–red Moon Goddess‘ Kiss, shards and all, smashed straight across his face.


    My movements were faster than he could ever react to.


    I dusted off my arm with deliberate calm. My voice was frigid. “A filthy mouth like yours needs a proper rinse. And you? You think you’re qualified to touch me?”


    I nced him up and down with a sneer. “Thebined assets of your whole family probably don’t even match my monthly allowance.”


    Compared to this pathetic, seething Alpha, I was royalty–unshakable, untouchable.


    I smirked, my presence exuding an overwhelming nobility–an air of innate superiority no one else in this room could rival.


    Lucas‘ POV


    Rage burned through my chest like wildfire. I could barely hold back the urge to snap.


    In front of this entire crowd of wolves–she did this to me?


    I was still an Alpha. I was the one everyone tiptoed around in my Pack, used to getting my way, used to people groveling. If I backed down now, I’d be theughingstock of every Pack on the continent.


    That woman Kirby threw away had the nerve to act like this?


    Chapter 107 The Wrong Alpha


    “I’ll make you pay, you arrogant bitch!”


    I roared, ws shing out, and lunged at her aiming straight for that smug face of hers.


    But I didn’t even make it halfway.


    Before I couldnd a single blow, she caught my wrist mid–swing.


    Then in one smooth, brutal motion–she twisted, dropped low, and mmed me over her shoulder.


    That sound was unmistakable–something in my arm had snapped.


    Kirby POV


    From the upstairs terrace, through the ss, I had seen everything unfold.


    From the moment that idiot Lucas walked toward Leslie, I hadn’t taken my eyes off her.


    Lance, my Wolf, paced restlessly inside me, agitated and bristling with fury.


    There was jealousy. There was anger. And–though I hated to admit it—a protective instinct I couldn’t suppress, boiling in my veins.


    When I saw Lucas flood her with that filthy pheromone cloud, then raise his ws to attack her–my self- control snapped.


    I tore down the stairs without thinking.


    By the time I arrived, she had already broken the bastard’s arm without even breaking a sweat.


    She didn’t need me at all.


    Watching her–strong, cold, unstoppable–I was struck by a deep, gut–wrenching sense of regret.


    Lucas, still twitching on the ground, tried to crawl back up.


    That was thest straw.


    I stepped forward and mmed my boot into the back of his skull, grinding him straight into the floor.


    I nced down at him with disgust, then turned to Leslie. My voice was tight. “Are you alright?”


    She didn’t answer.


    Arms crossed, her posture screamed <i>Don’t </i><i>talk </i><i>to </i>me.


    I noticed the distance in her eyes, the cold in her silence.


    And for a split second, I actually fel… disappointed.


    But I masked it quickly.