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Chapter 143 Blood and Thunder
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
On the bar’s stage, Eric waspletely immersed in his world of music.
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The drum kit in front of him echoed through the room, every beat amplified by the Alpha- level pheromones he gave off without meaning to. Each strike of the drumsticks <b>was </b>like the roar of a storm–shaking every werewolf present to their core.
After an intense round of drumming, he twirled his sticks and shed a wicked grin across his handsome face.
Without thinking, I joined the others in waving my hand at him.
But Eric’s gaze cut through the noise and chaos, locking solely on my hand. He picked up the mic and spoke with a voiceced in Alpha pheromones, loud and clear:
“The mate I desire… is answering my call.”
As he said it, he raised his eyebrows deliberately–right at me.
The entire room of werewolves instantly erupted into howls and whistles.
I dropped my hand at once, turned my face away, and let my hair fall over it. My chest was practically hurting from how pissed off I was.
<b>“</b>Is he out of his damn mind?!<b>” </b>
I growled to Astrid under
my breath.
She twitched at the corner of her mouth, ducked her head, and pretended she didn’t know me.
So embarrassing. That idiot!
Kirby’s POV
Upstairs in a private VIP box, I stared down at the radiant Eric on stage and let out a cold, disdainful snort.
<b>“</b><b>A </b>smug mutt in heat.”
My Wolf, Lance, growled in my mind. “And he dares to confess <b>to </b>her in front <b>of </b><b>everyone</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>
<b>Across </b>from me <b>sat </b>a sharp<b>, </b>cool woman with short hair and a <b>crisp</b><b>, </bmanding <b>air</b>.
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This was Lyana–the Alpha of the southern Smoke Pack. Thergest Pack in the South.
She was young, but the years spent surviving pack warfare had left her with a seasoned, imprable calm.
Her fingers had gone pale against the stem of her wine ss.
Her eyes were locked onto Eric onstage, filled with conflicting emotions.
In one fleeting moment, her possessiveness red—bare and unhidden.
But just as quickly, her irond discipline reeled it back in.
“Mr. Kirby.”
She finally spoke, her voice as cold as a de. “Let’s hope our alliance goes smoothly.”
We tapped our sses gently together.
The deal was done.
Leslie’s POV
At the Rogue Pack’s Westview HQ early the next morning, my chief assistant, Liam, brought in thetest intel.
“Leslie, tonight at dusk, the Elder Council in Central City will host a ‘Blood Contest. The prize is a piece ofnd on the main city’s ‘Golden Artery. There’s a highly concentrated moon energy vein underneath. Besides us, the Rogue Pack royal bloodline, the other top contender… is Crimson Moon Pack.”
I nodded. No surprise there.
Like hell Kirby would pass on a fat chunk of territory that could strengthen a Pack’s foundation.
I flipped to the first page. Written in the ancient script of the wolf ns was our highest sacrificial bid for thatnd.
“This is our floor?”
That number represented enough resources and wealth to raise a mid–tier Pack to power,
Liam nodded.
“Yes<b>, </b>Your Majesty.”
I understood. I would be going in person.
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By dusk, in the Elder Council’s “Chamber of Judgment,” the vaulted ceiling carved from moonstone glowed with a pale, dazzling brilliance.
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Representatives from various Packs roamed the room, exchanging polite greetings on the surface. But the air was thick with Alpha pheromones–silent, heavy collisions and cautious probing with every step. Still, no one could get a read on anyone else’s real offer.
After all, in a “Blood Contest,” the final sacrifice determined the victor.
As soon as I entered, I spotted Crimson Moon Pack’s Beta second–inmand, Mch, weaving through the crowd, maneuvering between representatives.
So. Kirby didn’t show
up
himself.
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