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At Crimson Moon Pack headquarters, the air was heavy with sandalwood and steel, my office so still that only the shuffle of papers filled it.
Mch knocked and stepped in, his pheromones edged with nervousness.
I didn’t lift my head. “Speak.”
“Ahem.” He cleared his throat. “Just got a call from Leslie’s assistant, Liam.”
My pen froze mid–signature. Leslie’s name struck like a stone dropped into still water, sending ripples through me. I tilted my chin for him to continue.
“Leslie went to the city aquarium today. It’s under Crimson Moon Pack’s holdings…” His words came careful, like testing for mines.
My brows pinched, gaze sharp with impatience. “And you think you need my permission?”
On Crimson Moon Pack soil, if Leslie wanted in, who would dare stop her?
Mch quickly added, “I already approved, but thought I should report.” His pheromones shifted into the obsequious bend of a Beta.
I rose abruptly, rubbing the bridge of my nose, irritation prickling. “How’s the aquarium performing?”
“This year it was named a national showcase site. They call it a must–see, capped at eighty visitors a day, reservations booked through next month.” A note of pride crept into his tone.
I dismissed it with a t “Hmm.”
That might impress humans, but for us, wealth and dominance meant more than awards.
“Should I summon the aquarium director for a full report?” Mch tested.
My voice was ice. “No.”
Leslie’s POV
Inside the aquarium, Astrid and I couldn’t muster much excitement for whales and oversized fish. We found a quiet lounge in the reef exhibit, sipping coffee as the scent of seawater
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Outside the ss wall, sea creatures glided, casting shifting blue light over us, as though we were sitting on the ocean floor.
A staff member approached, voice respectfully low. “Leslie, this is our lobster gallery. Would you like a look?”
“Lobsters?” My brows arched. I nodded, already thinking less of watching and more of tasting.
The lights dimmed. Walls, ceiling, and floor glowed with a sapphire hue, water surrounding us in illusion.
Dozens of lobsters crawled in their tanks–bright, exotic, antennae flicking as if unting
themselves.
“Are they all edible?” The words slipped out.
Asphodelughed in my mind, hungry and amused.
The staffer’s mouth twitched, forcing a smile. “Fresh ones, yes.”
His pheromones betrayed his difort; clearly he wasn’t used to Alphas being so blunt.
Astrid and I exchanged a nce, bothughing under our breath. Lunch was decided without a word.
“Guests can also purchase naming rights,” the staffer continued, regaining his rhythm. “You may choose one to name.”
I chuckled, pointing at a particrly radiant lobster, its shell shimmering like jewels, posture regal. “That one.”
“That specimen was brought from the Mariana Trench at great cost. What name would you like?”
Without hesitation: “Kirby.”
The remote nearly slipped from his hand. His pheromones spiked with rm.
Astrid roared withughter, storm–scent rolling off her in waves. “A baby? You’re naming it after him just to boil and eat him, aren’t you? Perfect name!”
I smirked, ready to volley back–until I noticed Astrid’sugh cut off,
I followed her gaze.
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There he was.
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Tall, austere, his frame backlit by the tunnel’s glow, peppermint–edged pheromones spilling into the room like frost. Kirby.
He strode forward unhurried, his eyes locked on me, quiet but predatory, a leopard sighting its
prey.
My pulse skipped, but my face stayed cool. I leaned toward Astrid and said, perfectly even, “Steamed or spicy?”
Behind me, his voice dropped, warm and low, brushing the back of my neck.
“So eager to eat me already?”
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