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Kirby’s POV
I wasn’t watching the worthless film at all.
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My eyes never left her—Leslie, my Luna, Alpha of the Rogue Pack—pretending to be strong while her color drained away, her pheromones shifting from icy resistance into a fractured mix of fear and pain.
Lance growled inside me: “She should not be like this, Kirby. What have you done?”
And then came that sound–her sharp, stifled cry. It nearly stopped my heart.
In that instant, lightning split me in two. I realized the depth of my stupidity.
I had thought the adrenaline and screams would bring us closer, that she would instinctively turn to me for protection, like every other woman did.
But I forgot.
She had just wed her way back from a hell a thousand times more brutal than anything flickering on that screen.
Instead of soothing her, I had dragged her straight back into the nightmare.
“Leslie…” I reached out, my voice heavy with regret, desperate to touch her.
But before I could, she recoiled, flinching from me as if my hand were fire.
She looked at me–those beautiful gray eyes no longer cold or disdainful, but filled with something far worse.
Fear.
The primal fear of prey staring into the eyes of its predator.
Lance howled in agony: “You destroyed everything, Kirby!”
I froze, drowning in regret.
The ride back was silence, heavy as a grave.
I drove, but it felt like sinking deeper into an endless abyss.
Guilt, remorse, helplessness–they tore at my heart like venomous serpents.
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“We hurt her…” Lance whimpered. “Our very existence hurts her…”
What was I supposed to do? How could I ever repair this?
My thoughts spun out of control, until a twisted, possessive truth took root.
Protect her.
Yes. I had to protect her.
I had to cut her off from anyone who might harm her.
Carris. Eric. Every male circling near her was a threat.
“They covet our Luna!” Lance snarled.
I would drive them all away.
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If her world was stripped down until only I remained, she would have no choice but to rely on <ol><li>me. </li></ol>
My grip tightened on the wheel, knuckles pale, eyes turning cold as steel.
Leslie, my Luna–hate me if you must. You will still be mine.
Lance roared inside me: “Take her back, Kirby–she is ours!”
In the dark, my heart thundered, and all I saw at the end of the abyss was her.
<b>Leslie’s </b><b>POV </b>
The Jeep halted a few kilometers from Rogue Pack territory.
I turned to him, silent, my eyes cold.
The mask of warmth and softness was gone. What stared back at me now was the Kirby I remembered–chill, domineering, merciless.
His ck eyes fixed on me, unblinking.
“Leslie,” he said, each word sharp with frost, “I don’t want there to be a next time. Stay away from Carris<b>.</b><b>” </b>
He paused, lips curling in a cruel half–smile. “I won’ty a hand on you. But him? That’s different.”
With that, he unlocked the door.
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I gave him one long, cold look, then stepped out without a word.
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So, Kirby Crimson Moon–your false mask of tenderness finally cracked. You dare threaten me? You think I’m still the weak, helpless girl you toyed with three years ago?
Asphodel lifted his head inside me, wary. <i>This </i><i>wolf</i><i>… </i><i>something </i><i>is </i><i>wrong </i><i>with </i><i>him</i>. <i>What </i><i>is </i><i>he </i><i>nning</i><i>? </i>
Back at the royal estate, I carried a storm of anger into the halls.
Father Lars and my brothers gathered at once, feeling the fury radiating off me.
When Thorbane heard Kirby’s threat, he mmed his palm down, shattering a thousand–year ebony table in two. “He’s courting death!”
Father’s face turned so dark it seemed ready to bleed ink.
And then my phone rang. Carris.
His voice was ragged with disbelief and despair. “Leslie… Kirby pulled every investment. My partners tore up their contracts. My studio’s finished…”
So fast. Truly the hand of Crimson Moon’s Alpha.
Asphodel snarled: <i>He </i><i>means </i><i>to </i><i>crush </i><i>your </i><i>allies</i>, <i>Leslie</i>. Strike <i>back</i>.
Three dayster, Astrid and Am reserved the entire luxury club to throw me a grand “Queen’s Singles Party.”
Astrid wiggled her brows at me. “A feast of men, all for you. Take whichever you like!”
The room was full of handsome Omegas and Betas gathered from every Pack.
I could only twitch a smile. I knew what they were doing–cheering me up, but also sending a message to a certain overbearing Alpha.
Halfway through, Carris appeared.
He looked ragged, beaten down, but his eyes still burned with defiance.
“Leslie… this time you have to help me…” He grabbed my hand, pitiful and desperate.
I smiled softly, pulling out the Rogue Pack’s highest authority ck credit card—the one billion Kirby had paid for the painting, transferred to me,
“Is this enough?” I pressed it into his hand, my voice warm, steady, brimming with strength. “Didn’t I tell you? I have more than enough money. I can take care of you. If this is your dream,
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then I’ll support it.”
Carris froze, staring at me with a tangle of emotions. “Leslie… you’re <i>too </i>good to me.”
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I cut him off with a raised hand. “We’ve been through life and death together. This is nothing. Spend it however you need.”
I tugged him into the center of the party.
Asphodel’s voice thundered inside me: <i>Let </i><i>everyone </i><i>see</i><i>. </i><i>Especially </i><i>him</i><i>, </i><i>if </i><i>he’s </i><i>lurking </i><i>in </i><i>the </i>shadows<i>. </i>
I would make the Crimson Moon Alpha understand–Carris belonged to me, Leslie.
And with or without Crimson Moon’s backing, he would still rise.
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