Chapter 110 Unwee Reminders


    Kirby’s POV


    Early the next morning.


    The headquarters of Crimson Moon Pack was tense and stifling.


    I had just finished the morning meeting and walked out of the conference room.


    Leslie’s cold, resolute eyes fromst night–and every word she said–were burned into my mind like a brand, searing my soul.


    “We’re trash…”


    My Wolf, Lance, let out a low, painful whimper inside me, full of self–loathing.


    Suddenly, something clicked in my mind. I turned and said to my lieutenant, Mch, “Terminate all deals with Lucas‘ Pack immediately. Buy out all their assets at rock–bottom prices. Then get him–and his entire family–out of this city.”


    I would never allow any nongrel who disrespected Leslie to keep living peacefully under the sun.


    Mch paused, giving me aplicated look, clearly confused by my sudden order.


    “Alpha, sir… word came through the dark early this morning. Lucas‘ entire Pack… vanished<i>. </i>Overnight. The whole family fled the city, and their estate’s already been seized by the city council…”


    Which meant trying to buy their territory was probably a lost cause now.


    My brow furrowed tightly, my expression darkening.


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    No doubt about it–it was Leslie’s doing.


    She moved fast. So fast, she didn’t leave me even the tiniest opening to do something for her.


    Just thinking about everything she saidst night made me feel sick. That crushing sense of rejection left Lance in turmoil.


    I forced the difort back down and gave a short, indifferent “Mm,” to show I’d heard him.


    Leiss‘ POV


    When I heard from one of my information dealers that Lucas and his third–rate Pack had been wiped off the map overnight, I nearly choked on my steak.


    The prime filet mignon on my te–still red and juicy–suddenly lost all appeal.


    Compared to Lucas, Leslie had really gone easy on me!


    I thought back on thest three years, all the garbage I’d said to her while tailing after Kirby, all the petty crap I pulled… Cold sweat instantly soaked my back.


    If she decided to settle the score now… Kirby couldn’t even protect himself, let alone me!


    Nope. I had to do something.


    Fast


    I jumped up, packed my things, grabbed the bouquet of “Crimson Roses” I’d been saving–supposedly irresistible to any high–ranked female–and took off in my fastest sports car straight toward Westview HQ


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