Chapter 201 The Debt Between Us


    <b>Kirby’s </b>POV


    I pushed the door open. Every step felt like walking on des.


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    Leslie sat upright on the hospital bed, her face pale, her shoulder wrapped in gauze. The lingering mark of Wolfsbane still cast a shadow under her eyes.


    Her gaze swept toward me–cold as a winter wind. It pierced straight through my chest.


    “Leslie,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion, hoarse to the point I barely recognized it. “Why… why didn’t you ever tell me?”


    I lifted the tablet in my hand. The projection floated into the space between us: the girl in the red dress, moving with deadly grace. A Rogue Pack royal technique. Pulling me out of death’s mouth in the Bloodfang Arena.


    Her silhouette beneath the sunlight was unwavering–like a beam of light that pierced through my soul.


    Lance growled in my chest, his voice shredded by guilt. “We were blind! She was our salvation, and we pushed her away!”


    I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to meet her eyes.


    Those radiant eyes held no warmth–only wariness and distance.


    “You…” My throat closed up, and the words barely escaped. “Four years ago… at the Bloodfang Arena… it was you, wasn’t it?”


    She lowered her eyes, silent as ice.


    My heart sank. Regret surged like a rising tide, drowning what little reason I had left.


    I’d always thought she was the kind of woman who needed protection–a proud but fragile Rogue Pack princess in our marriage.


    But she… she was the one who had braved the dark, who traded her life for mine.


    “Why didn’t you say anything?” I took a step forward, my voice breaking into a growl. “You saved me! And I repaid you by ignoring you, by pushing you away in our marriage!”


    Lance whimpered inside me, bitter and self–loathing. “We don’t deserve to be her Alpha, Kirby! We destroyed her!”


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    Chapter 201 The Debt Between Us


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    I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. The metallic scent of blood filled my


    nose.


    I wanted to reach for her hand, to get closer–but her gaze stopped me cold. It was as sharp as a de, and I couldn’t take another step.


    “Leslie,” I said, my voice shaking like a beggar’s. “I owe you my life. I owe you so much more…”


    She looked up.


    Her eyes were like a frozenke–clear, calm, and utterly indifferent.


    “What are you talking about, Alpha sir?” Her voice was t. Chilling. “I don’t understand.”


    I didn’t believe her.


    The footage on the tablet was clear–so clear it felt like it happened yesterday.


    I wanted to force the truth out of her. I wanted her to admit it. But her silence was a wall, and I was locked outside.


    Lance growled, “She doesn’t want to admit it, Kirby. She doesn’t want us near her anymore!”


    I stood there, heart splitting open, bleeding freely.


    The woman who had saved me in that blood–soaked arena, the same woman who held a crossbow to a pirate’s skull in a storm of gunfire–she was so strong.


    Why did she hide it all from me?


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