Chapter 121 Jealousy Burns Colder Than Ice


    Mch’s POV


    <b>33 </b>


    Finished


    At the top floor of the Crimson Moon Pack headquarters, inside Alpha Kirby’s office, the air felt like it had suddenly frozen over.


    Silence hung heavy, and I could hear my own heart thundering in my chest–each beat pulsing with fear.


    The Alpha before me, the one I had sworn loyalty to, wore a face so dark it looked cloaked in storm clouds.


    His scent–that of a top–tier Alphaced with rage and jealousy–spilled out in violent waves, chilling and sharp like a blizzard. Even as a high–level Beta, I was shaking.


    I had reported thetest updates from the continental web to Alpha first thing this morning.


    At first, public opinion was against Leslie Queen, using her of seducing that Beta actor.


    But then everything flipped.


    Now the inte was overflowing with praise. Everyone was <i>thanking </i>Queen Leslie for liking “young blood.”


    I had never endured a few minutes so suffocating.


    That pressure. That aura. It could crush bones.


    Alpha was still scrolling through thements, growing angrier with each swipe. But instead of tossing the phone aside, he just kept reading.


    Someone had even edited together a clip of Leslie and that Beta actor with dreamy music, making it look like some fate–bound romance.


    And every singlement said they looked <i>perfect </i>together.


    I could sense it–my Alpha, heir to the Crimson Moon Pack–his Wolf was howling in his chest, furious and humiliated.


    He mmed the phone down hard on the table. The specially reinforced screen cracked instantly.


    I jolted, my back straightening as my instincts kicked in.


    “Alpha, sir-”


    Chapter 121 Jealousy Burns Colder Than Ice


    Kirby’s POV


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    My chest was a storm of fury, and my voice came out like shards of ice through gritted teeth. “Those pathetic wolves can’t even fix their own damn lives, and they still have time toment on other people’s? Young blood? He looks like a goddamn girl. How the hell do they look perfect together?”


    Rage coiled in me, burning like wildfire. I could feel my Wolf, Lance, snarling in my head.


    Mch jumped in immediately, like he knew even a second’s dy would be dangerous. “It’s all just those Beta’s fans getting carried away. There’s no way Leslie would ever like someone like that. He’s probably clout–chasing. These days, the entertainment world’s all sh and no substance…‘


    His tone was fast, almost desperate, with a ttering edge.


    What he really thought didn’t matter to me. I just needed someone to aim at.


    I scoffed coldly. It stuck in my throat like a chunk of ice.


    Just as I was starting to calm down, that sentence from the recording stabbed its way back into my head.


    “I don’t pick up what I’ve thrown away.”


    She said it so lightly, like a feather drifting on the wind–but it sliced like a knife.


    It was meant for me. She wanted me to hear it.


    And it cut deep.


    Lance whimpered and howled in my mind. “In her eyes… are we just trash she tossed aside?”


    The feeling of being discarded, looked down on–it ran like poison through my veins. My fists clenched involuntarily, knuckles going pale.


    I snapped my head up and locked eyes with Mch. My voice was arctic. “Then tell me. What kind of man does Leslie like?”


    My stare was sharp, pinning him in ce like a wolf cornering prey.


    That night at the party shed in my memory again–Leslie had smiled at that Beta assistant Lorde with such case, such warmth. She’d smiled more at him than she ever had at me.


    To me, she gave nothing but cold smirks and insults.


    Why? Why the hell does she get to treat me like that?


    15:41 Wed, <b>Sep </b>17