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<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
I looked at Belle–looked at the way she carried herself, as though I were still the pitiful daughter–inw she could scold and p around at will—and Iughed.
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<i>Foolish </i><i>woman</i><i>, </i>Asphodel snarled coldly inside me. <i>Why </i><i>does </i><i>she </i><i>always </i><i>cling </i><i>to this </i><i>false </i><i>air </i>of <i>superiority</i>? <i>We’re </i><i>no </i><i>longer </i><i>the </i><i>Omega </i><i>she </i><i>once </i><i>crushed </i><i>beneath </i><i>her </i><i>heel</i><i>! </i>
I didn’t re in anger. I didn’t even let my smile fade.
Instead, I calmly set my ss down.
And then I let it out–my pheromones, pure and cold, steeped in the weight of my Rogue Pack royal bloodline.
They poured through the room like an unseen domain, bypassing everyone else, pressing down on Belle alone like the weight of a mountain.
I saw her elegant face drain of color in an instant.
Her breath turned shallow, the spine she held so proudly straight now bowing against my dominance.
Still smiling, I fixed my gaze on her.
“Luna Belle,” I said softly, gently, but with a chill sharp enough to freeze the soul. “You seem to have forgotten a few things.”
“First–this is my club. My territory. You are an uninvited guest.”
“Second–you are no longer Luna of Crimson Moon Pack. I am the future Queen of Rogue
Pack.”
I stepped closer.
“So tell me, by what authority do you question me?”
The pressure deepened.
I saw her manicured hands begin to tremble.
This woman, who had lorded over me for three long years, finally showed the flicker of fear in her eyes.
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She finally realized I was no longer the Omega she could torment at will.
I was a queen who could decide her fate with a nce.
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“Now, I’ll give you two choices,” I said, towering over her like one might a crawling insect. “Sit quietly in the corner like a proper guest… or my guards will be d to escort you out.”
“Which will it be?”
Kirby’s POV
My office was cloaked in darkness.
I didn’t turn on the lights. I just sat there, unmoving.
Ever since that night at the theater, when I made the most foolish mistake of threatening Leslie, I had drowned in self–loathing.
I destroyed Carris’s studio, thinking it would prove my power, warn off every male who darede near her.
I thought it would drive Leslie to confront me.
But she never came.
<i>Our </i><i>mate</i><i>… </i>Lance sighed heavily in my mind. <i>She </i><i>does </i><i>not </i><i>need </i><i>our </i><i>protection</i><i>. </i><i>To </i><i>her</i><i>, </i><i>our </i><i>protection </i>is only <i>another </i><i>shackle</i>…
Yes.
I had been wrong.
Utterly, irredeemably wrong.
Then, suddenly, my phone lit <ol><li>up. </li></ol>
A video from my mother, Belle.
The footage showed a club.
Leslie sat at the center, surrounded by handsome young wolves.
And there among them–Carris, the very one I had crushed.
Beneath the video was my mother’s sharp, venomous message:
“Kirby! Look at her! This is the woman you obsess over? How much longer will
you debase
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yourself? She even threw me out–me, her elder! She has no respect for us at all!”
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I watched the video quietly, taking in the sight that would have stoked any Alpha’s jealousy to madness.
Lance gave a low, instinctive growl inside me.
“Our mate… with other males….”
But the sound died quickly.
Because I wasn’t angry.
I knew her. Leslie was not that kind of woman. None of those men could ever earn her favor.
She hadn’t even wanted Crimson Moon’s Alpha heir.
Slowly, I lifted my hand and deleted the video.
Erasing its poison.
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