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    I kept my eyes locked on Leslie’s back until the booming music from the ballroom stage kicked in. It was a bright, cheerful melody.


    A few top singers and dancers started to perform in session. Lights shed, the music red, and everyone’s attention turned toward the stage.


    Leslie and Eric were standing in the area closest to the front. She nced toward the center of the dancers–there in the spotlight, moving with extra energy, was that woman, Natalia.


    The music pounded, energetic and wild.


    A server passed by. Leslie casually picked up a ss of juice, took a sip, and frowned. “So loud…”


    She didn’t finish her sentence before two hands gently cupped over her ears.


    It was Eric.


    Standing behind her, he leaned in and said with a soft voice, “Too noisy. Can’t let your ears suffer.”


    Leslie blinked and lifted her eyes just slightly. She didn’t even realize she smiled at that.


    “She’s letting him touch her!”


    Lance was roaring inside me like a wild beast. “That bastard! How dare he touch our mate! Kill him, Kirby, kill him!”


    I stared at the scene, my eyes growing darker by the second.


    That gesture–intimate and protective–was something I had never given her.


    And she epted it.


    She <b>actually </b>smiled at another man like that.


    I set down my winess without hesitation and walked off.


    “Kirby, don’t ruin the party…” Leiss called from behind in a panic, but I didn’t hear a word.


    <b>Leslie’s </b>POV


    The music downstairs came to a stop just then. The performers bowed on <b>stage </b>to polite


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    Everyone started heading back to their seats. Natalia stood there, looking right at me, shing a smile with a very specific kind of meaning behind it.


    Am picked up on it immediately and moved closer.


    “That savage mutt nning something?”


    I smirked, unimpressed.


    “A mangy street mutt wants to challenge the Queen of the Pack?”


    Asphodel scoffed in my mind. “Let her try, Leslie. Let’s see what kind of pathetic show she thinks she’s about to put on.”


    “If she wants to dig her own grave, don’t stop her.”


    Am raised her eyebrows and said no more.


    Onstage, Natalia lifted her mic and said, “Pardon the suddenness, but I’d like to invite the Rogue Packdy to perform a piece for us. Would the Rogue Packdy do us the honor?”


    I stared up at her, a smile tugging at my lips, one with no warmth at all.


    Where did she get the nerve to ask a guest of honor to <i>perform</i>?


    What was she thinking? That she’d use me as background decoration? A pretty prop?


    Or did she think she was the professional between us, and I’d embarrass myself trying topete?


    Eric’s smile stiffened instantly. He leaned toward the butler and muttered under his breath, “Who the hell invited this moron?”


    The butler looked mortified. His face turned green, then white, sweat pouring off his forehead.


    He probably regretted letting that woman in to begin with.


    “Oh? The Rogue Packdy is too noble to y a little something for Frost Pack?” Natalia tilted her head and let out a mock sigh. “Or maybe…. I see. You don’t actually know how to y piano at all, do you?”


    Her voiceced with fake pity and feigned surprise. But in her eyes–undeniable excitement and glee.


    Eric cursed under his breath. “Leslie, just ignore her-”


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    He was about to step in when I grabbed his arm lightly, shooting a nce toward the stage.


    I smiled, took a sip of my juice, and handed the ss off to a passing server.


    With one hand holding up my skirt, I walked up the stage, calm and graceful.


    Natalia stiffened. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, I reached out and took the mic from her hand.


    “Step aside.”


    There would be no more stages left for her after this.


    I didn’t bother with her again. I turned to the audience, gave a polite bow, and approached the grand piano.


    Everyone held their breath, surprised.


    I sat down at the piano. My hands touched the keys–and before anyone could even brace themselves, the notes began to flow, clear and nimble, each one bursting with brilliance.


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