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    Eren’s POV


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    The scent of Gold Pack’s sandalwood filled the presidential suite of the Sunvale Hotel, tickling my nose until I sneezed.


    I stripped off my clothes and dashed for the door, shouting, “I’m sleeping with Muse tonight! I’m not staying here!”


    But before I made it far, a massive gamma guard scooped me up, his gruff voice scolding, “Eren, Alpha said no running off! If you keep this up, he’ll lose his temper!”


    I pouted, my voice rising into a wail. “I don’t care! I want Leslie!”


    The plump Omega maid hurried from the bathroom, tugging a nightshirt over my head as she sighed. “You’ll scare her like this. If you want her, you need to court her–make her like you.”


    My blue eyes widened. “Really?”


    The gamma handed me a ss of milk, nodding solemnly. “Flowers work best.”


    The Omega added quickly, “Jewelry is better. It shows sincerity.”


    I clenched my little fists, Leslie’s smile bright in my mind. <i>Tomorrow</i>, <i>I’ll </i><i>give </i><i>Muse </i><i>the </i><i>most </i><i>beautiful </i><i>gift</i><i>! </i>


    That night, I crawled into bed and dreamed of her. She epted my flowers, smiling brighter than the moon.


    Adler’s POV


    Late into the night, I opened the door to the suite. The Omega and gamma stood guard, ensuring Eren hadn’t slipped away.


    They greeted me softly, “Alpha, you’re back.”


    I only nodded and walked to Eren’s bed.


    He slept soundly, golden curls sprawled over the pillow, whispering through parted lips, “Muse… love you…”


    My gaze softened. Memories of the explosion three years ago flickered–if not for Leslie throwing herself over him, my pup would have been lost.


    me growled in my mind. <i>Could </i><i>the </i><i>boy </i><i>be </i><i>mistaken</i>? <i>How </i><i>could </i><i>the </i><i>princess </i><i>of </i><i>Rogue </i><i>Pack </i><i>have </i>


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    <i>been </i><i>there </i><i>that </i><i>day</i><i>? </i>


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    <i>No. </i>I answered firmly. <i>If </i><i>Eren </i><i>says </i>it <i>was </i><i>her</i><i>, </i><i>then </i>it <i>was </i><i>her</i><i>. </i>


    I paused, then told the Omega, “If he asks to see Leslie tomorrow, don’t stop him.”


    The two exchanged startled looks, but I offered no exnation.


    Eren’s POV


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    By morning, I was dressed to perfection: crisp shirt, bowtie, hair slicked with gel. I looked incredible!


    The Omega pped her hands. “Sir, you’re dashing. Any girl would fall for you.”


    I lifted my chin proudly. “As long as Muse likes me. This is for her.”


    I pressed the gamma. “Did you figure out how to win her over?”


    He held up an iPad with certainty. “Yes. Flowers.”


    <i>The </i>Omega snorted. “Outdated. Jewelry.”


    I cut them both off. “Both!”


    The gamma ran to a florist and returned with white chrysanthemums. “Eren should stand out!”


    The Omega came back from the mall with a thick gold bracelet. “Now that makes a statement.”


    Arms full of flowers and a velvet box, I climbed into the luxury car, confidence zing.


    This time<i>, </i>Muse will <i>love </i><i>me </i><i>for </i><i>sure</i><i>! </i>


    Leslie’s POV


    The international conference center buzzed with noise, Kirby walked a step behind me, both of us maintaining the illusion of civility.


    After sharing an elevator with him, I couldn’t get out fast enough. My skin crawled just from his


    presence.


    Then, out of nowhere, a streak of gold hurled itself at me, clinging to my leg. “Muse!”


    It was Eren, the strange little wolf pup, dressed in a tiny suit, bowtie askew, blue eyes shining.


    He thrust a bouquet of white chrysanthemums up at me, blushing. “I picked these special for you, Muse! They’re so pretty, just like you–girls always love flowers!”


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    My eyelids twitched hard. The meaning of chrysanthemums almost made meugh aloud. Asphodel chuckled in my mind. <i>This </i><i>pup’s </i><i>taste </i><i>is</i>… <i>unique</i>.


    I held my tongue, managed a pause, and finally epted the bouquet with a gentle smile. “Thank you, Eren.”


    Beside me, Kirby’s face darkened, his lips twitching, a storm flickering in his eyes. His voice dropped, cold. “Whose child is that?”


    I answered casually, “Met him at the amusement park yesterday. His name’s Eren.”


    Eren nced up at him and waved cheerfully. “Hi, bro!”


    Kirby’s brows shot up, his expression sinking darker still. Clearly, he didn’t care for the title “bro.”


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