Chapter 240 Pretty Madam。


    Astrid’s POV


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    Just as I was thinking to myself, Leslie came striding out of the building, carrying that sharp pine–scented pheromone unique to Rogue Pack.


    She spotted me, raised her hand with that familiar teasing smile. “What brings you here?”


    Her tone was easy, the same as always, and I was just smoothing my face into a smile to answer when that little wolf cub shot forward like a happy pup, clutching her leg and staring up with those sparkling gemstone–blue eyes.


    “Muse, I missed you so much…” His voice was so sticky–sweet it made my teeth ache, syrupy with a foreign lilt.


    I froze, my jaw practically dropping. What in the hell was this?


    Leslie chuckled, but the pheromones rolling off her were something I’d never caught from her before–soft, warm, like spring winds sliding over snow pines. It made her seem almost unfamiliar.


    She bent down, touched the pup’s cheek, speaking as gently as if to a baby. “I missed


    you too.”


    He grinned wider and thrust out a bunch of chrysanthemums, his bright eyes glowing. “Muse’s favorite–chrysanthemums!”


    I nearly choked at the sight of Leslie’s forced smile while she took them. Her face looked like she’d bitten straight into a lemon. Since when did she ever like chrysanthemums? She was a roses girl, through and through.


    Leia, my wolf, snorted in my head. <i>She’s </i><i>saving </i><i>face</i>.


    I strolled over, smirking. “Since when did you have a little brother, Leslie? Lars’s bastard son?”


    I stretched the words out, eyebrows arched.


    She shot me a re. “With these genes? You think my father could’ve produced him?”


    Her pheromones curled with contempt, sharp with the Rogue Pack’s natural arrogance.


    Fair point. Lars Alpha was a purebred northern wolf, all iron and steel. Leslie and her brothers had inherited their mother’s refined elegance. This blond, blue–eyed pup was clearly Gold Pack stock, not even close to their bloodline.


    The pup tilted his head up at me, sizing me up with those glowing blue eyes. Deciding I was


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    Chapter 240 Pretty Madam


    harmless, he shed a sweet smile. “Hello, old madam.”


    Boom. My brain short–circuited. My whole body locked, rage spiking like lightning.


    He called Leslie <i>Muse</i>–and me <i>old </i>madam? This little brat did it on purpose!


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    Leslie immediately tugged me aside, whispering low, “He’s just a kid. You really need to lose your temper over this? Be generous–be generous.”


    Her grip was strong, her pheromonesced with a soothing note, trying <i>to </i>settle my fury.


    But I was shaking, ring daggers at the brat, convinced he was hideous from head to toe despite that cherub’s face.


    Eren’s POV


    Why did Muse’s friend suddenly get mad? Her pheromones whipped around like a tornado, choking the air, and it scared me so bad my heart hammered in my chest.


    The babysitter’s panicked voice buzzed in my earbud. “Compliment her! Quick! Make girls happy!”


    I pped my forehead. Of course! That was the trick.


    I ran right up, grabbed old madam’s hand, and gazed at her with all the sincerity I could pour into my eyes.


    “Pretty madam, your clothes are so beautiful!”


    I nodded furiously, convinced I’d just nailed it.


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