Chapter 146 The Gift of a Kingdom
Lyana’s POV
“Congrattions to the Frost Pack heir!”
The apuse faded like receding waves. The hall gradually emptied out.
People left in small clusters, each wrapped in their own thoughts.
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Mch and I deliberately slowed our pace, staying behind. Our eyes instinctively followed Leslie and Eric.
The air still buzzed with the tension from the earlier, sky–high bidding war. But something inside me felt tight, like a steel band was mped around my chest.
Leslie didn’t seem interested in the farce. She picked up her sleek ck handbag and turned to leave without a nce back.
Her retreating figure was elegant and distant–exactly like the queen of the Rogue Pack. Lofty. Untouchable.
But she hadn’t walked more than a few steps before someone gently tugged her wrist.
“Why are you in such a hurry?”
Eric’s voice was low and teasing, his smileced with that trademark devil–may–care charm.
His eyes shimmered under the hall’s soft neon light, like stars in the dark–dangerous and mesmerizing.
My heart suddenly seized, and my hand clenched around my staff.
Leslie paused, then quickly returned to her usual calm. Her tone was cold.
“What, were you expecting me to congratte you?”
Eric chuckled and leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a private murmur meant only for
her.
“No need. You should be congratting yourself.”
I caught the flicker of confusion in Leslie’s eyes. Even Mch beside me frowned.
My heart started to pound. A prickling sense of unease rose in my chest.
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What the hell was Eric ying at?
::.
Then he leaned in close to Leslie again, his voice low and tempting.
“You wanted that plot, didn’t you? I’ll transfer it to you–for one billion.”
Time froze.
Leslie stiffened like a statue, and me… I could feel my blood turning to ice.
Mch muttered a curse under his breath, but I couldn’t even breathe.
One billion? Transfer it? What was he saying?
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I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped forward, my voice trembling with barely restrained fury.
“Frost Pack, what is the meaning of this? You never nned to develop it yourself?”
My face must’ve gone pale. My brow furrowed, and deep within me, my Wolf snarled and thrashed, tearing at my self–control.
Eric turned his headzily and nced at me, a casual smirk tugging at his lips. His voice held a subtle disdain.
“I’m not interested. Thatnd was always meant as a gift to Leslie.”
His gaze shifted to her again, and the smile he gave her was full of indulgence–tender, almost yful. He even winked.
In that moment, it felt like a dagger was rammed into my chest. I could barely breathe.
Inside me, my Wolf howled in anguish, snarling with jealousy and frustration.
He… he had used Frost Pack’s resources–its legacy–not for power, not for strategy, but to please <i>her</i>?
“You…”
My jaw clenched. I could barely force the words out.
“How could
you
do this? You’re treating the Pack’s resources like some joke!”
My voice was sharp, even to my own cars. But I couldn’t stop.
The anger. The humiliation. That bitter, burning ache of being reced–they flooded my bloodstream like poison.
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Eric’s smile faded a little. His brows creased slightly, and his voice cooled.
“Our Pack’s wealth isn’t any of your business.”
Finished
His tone was cold as ice. His stare–like a de–sliced straight into me, leaving no mercy behind.
Then he turned back to Leslie, and the warmth returned to his gaze. Even a hint of mischief.
“Honestly, I’d give it to you for free. But I figured you’d feel guilty. So how about this—<b>” </b>
He paused for a beat, his voice dropping into a velvety low register.
“Marry me.”
Another beat.
“Everything I conquer will be yours.”
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