Chapter 230 The Golden Heir
Leslie’s POV
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I stepped into the nanny car, its interior fitted with luxuries, shelves stacked with limited- edition toys–clearly Eren’s domain.
The ridested twenty minutes before halting at the Hilton Hotel. Security was tight, the surrounding streets nearly empty.
Guards approached the car, but upon spotting Eren, their posture stiffened with deference.
All <i>this </i><i>for </i><i>a </i><i>children’s </i><i>party</i><i>? </i>I thought, suspicion rising.
Eren, delighted, pulled me inside. After changing into the dress he had gifted me, my figure softened into graceful curves, every line precise yetmanding.
Eren’s eyes
turned to stars. “Muse, I really, really like you!”
I smiled faintly. “And I think you’re really… adorable.”
His cheeks med, and he ducked his head.
We entered the banquet hall, its atmosphere quiet and refined–far from an ordinary gathering.
Then I spotted Kirby in the distance. My step faltered, a flicker of unease crossing my face.
I tightened my grip on Eren’s hand, whispering with a guarded edge. “Eren… what’s your father’s name?”
He parted his lips to answer, but before he could, a middle–aged man strode over with Lucian and Damian in tow. His voice thundered, full of authority. “Who are you?”
His eyes swept over my dress, and his expression twisted with anger. “How dare you steal ourdy’s clothes? Another nobody trying to cling to power? Get out at once!”
My blood ran hot.
<i>He’s </i>pretending, Asphodel hissed. <i>No </i><i>way </i>a <i>beta </i><i>couldn’t </i><i>scent </i><i>your </i>Alpha <i>pheromones</i>. This <i>is </i>deliberate provocation.
I let out a coldugh. “And who exactly are you using?”
Damian rushed to intercede, tugging at him. “This <i>is </i>Leslie, Princess of Rogue Pack.”
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The man froze, eyes shing with surprise as they darted back to me.
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I leveled him with a calm stare, letting my Alpha aura surge unrestrained. “Looks to me you’re no master of this house. Since when do servants get so bold?”
His face twisted under the pressure, fury barely checked. He turned stiffly to Eren. “No one without an invitation may enter. Eren, take your guest away.”
But Eren stepped in front of me, his small frame radiating a budding dominance. His voice was sharp,ced with Alpha steel. “You will not be rude to my guest.”
The words jolted me. Even Asphodel gave a dark chuckle. <i>This </i><i>pup’s </i><i>bloodline </i><i>is </i><i>no </i><i>ordinary </i><i>one</i>.
The steward faltered, uneasy. “No invitation, no entry. Eren, take her away.”
Eren crossed his arms, his blue eyes hard as ice. “Beta steward, who gave you the right to dismiss my guest?”
The man stammered, finally grasping at authority. “Sir… it was Alpha Adler’s order—”
The name hit me like a lightning strike. My body went rigid.
Alpha Adler. There was no other in the world.
Eren’s father… was Adler?
The same man who’d briefly appeared in Rogue Pack territory, whom I had sought yet never managed to meet?
Eren’s cheeks flushed crimson with anger. “Muse was invited by my daddy himself! Who are
to speak this way to her?”
you,
I stared at him, his small figure trembling with indignation, arrogance blooming where his gentleness had been. Irritating, yet oddly endearing.
So, he carries the blood of <i>the </i><i>Gold </i><i>Empire</i><i>, </i>Asphodel murmured. <i>No </i>wonder.
Warmth pricked my chest even as worry did. I reached out, patting his curls lightly.
The steward stood stiff, shamed by the boy’s rebuke, color blotching his cheeks.
At that moment, a waiter emerged from the hall, bowing low. “Sir, Princess Leslie. Alpha Adler requests your presence inside.”
Eren shot the steward a disdainful huff, then clutched my hand, tugging me along. “Muse, don’t bother with that bad beta. I’ll tell Daddy to get rid of him!”
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I couldn’t help it–Iughed. The way he bristled in my defense was far too entertaining.
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