Chapter 217 Two Clear


    Leslie’s POV


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    The dinner was set at a private vi restaurant reserved for top Alphas.


    My father Lars brought my older brother Thorbane and me along.


    Marcus and Kirby of the Crimson Moon Pack had just arrived as well.


    I wore a smoky–blue gown with matching heels, simple and understated.


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    I hadn’t wanted toe, but when Father reminded me that Kirby had risked everything to save me, I had no excuse. Reluctantly, I agreed, nning to sit through it for a while and then leave.


    The dinner wasn’t formal, yet the atmosphere carried a subtle awkwardness.


    Father and Marcus exchanged polite words, speaking only of Pack cooperation, carefully avoiding personal matters.


    I sat there, yet constantly felt the heat of a gaze fixed on me, clinging like a shadow.


    Annoying.


    A wolf <i>that </i><i>never </i><i>learns </i><i>to </i><i>give </i><i>up</i><i>, </i>my wolf, Asphodel, growled inside me, impatient. Leslie, put him <i>in </i>his <i>ce</i>.


    When that stare swept over me again, I couldn’t hold back. I snapped my head up and red at him.


    But to my surprise, Kirby’s eyes weren’t filled with challenge or provocation.


    For a moment, he was stunned, then those dark eyes softened, a faint smile curving his lips- gentle<i>, </i>almost tender.


    My heart jolted, caught off guard.


    What game was he ying? I bit down and turned away, though my heartbeat stumbled out of rhythm.


    In front of the elders, he dared to look at me like that!


    The air at the table grew even stranger until Father finally signaled me.


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    grateful for,” Father said sincerely. “Beyond our business ties, Leslie has also prepared a gift for Crimson Moon Pack.”


    I smiled faintly and took out a moonwood box from my personal space, its surface carved with


    intricate runes.


    I passed it forward. “Lord Marcus, this was reimed after negotiations with the museum.”


    When Marcus opened the box, his expression froze, his gaze trembling.


    Inside was Crimson Moon Pack’s lost relic–Ancestor Fang.


    I had won it back at an auction not long ago, outbidding Belle and Slyvana.


    Marcus leaned closer, ovee with emotion, almost reaching out before stopping, afraid his aura might taint the relic.


    But soon his eyes dimmed.


    He understood.


    Everyone understood.


    The Rogue Pack had paid a fortune to reim this relic, repaying Kirby’s act of saving me.


    This gift made it clear–we spoke of no marriage, and no debts remained.


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    Kirby’s POV


    Of course, I understood too.


    My face darkened, a chill seeping from me. My gaze locked on Leslie, but inside, my chest felt blocked, unbearably bitter.


    She kept her head down, eating quietly, never joining the conversation, refusing me even a nce.


    Marcus chuckled lightly, trying to ease the tension. “Leslie was wronged before. If there’s a chance, we’ll make it up to her properly.”


    Lars waved it off. “They were just kids then, ignorant. What’s past is past. Leslie doesn’t hold grudges, so neither should we. Let things continue normally.”


    “Ignorant…” I echoed under my breath, my dim eyes flickering as my lips curved into a faint,


    bitter smile.


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    I lifted my gaze toward Leslie, a meaningful smile tugging at my lips, as I swore silently: Leslie, you won’t escape.


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