Chapter 245 The Guard
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
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As I walked downstairs, the savory scent of fish soup drifted from the dining room, stirring my hunger.
My father, Lars, sat at the table, his steady gaze fixed on me with the authority unique to the Lycan King.
His pheromones were like an ancient pine forest, calm and heavy, quietly soothing my restless emotions.
I sat down and began eating as if nothing had happened.
The roasted venison and wild vegetables on my te were quickly gone. Finally, I finished a steaming bowl of fish soup, warmth sliding down my throat and settling in my stomach.
I could feel my father’s eyes on me the whole time. Only when I set down the bowl did he let out a quiet breath, the lines of his shoulders easing.
He looked at me, hesitated, then spoke in a low voice. “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself over this…”
His pheromones carried a touch of worry, like a warm campfire in winter, trying to drive away my shadows.
I smiled lightly, forcing a rxed expression. “I know. I’ll be fine.
Kirby is out of danger now. What I owe him, I can repay slowly. As for everything else…”
I paused, eyes dropping to the table, my voice quieter. “I don’t want to talk about it yet.”
But inside, my emotions surged.
Kirby had saved me twice. In the world of werewolves, a life–saving debt was heavier than a mountain, tied to n honor and bloodline pride,
I couldn’t hate him the way I once had. His peppermint pheromones and gentle smile kept shing in my mind.
But remarriage… the thought barely surfaced before I shoved it away.
Wolf Asphodel growled low in my heart. <i>Don’t </i><i>fool </i><i>yourself</i>. That male wolf won’t be shaken <i>off </i>so easily.
Chapter 245 The Guard
I clenched my teeth, cursing it for being nosy.
I just wanted Kirby to be safe.
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Our bond was too tangled–grudges and debts twisted together into a knot that could never be unraveled. Who owed who had long since blurred.
My father’s eyes softened, and he nodded, as if relieved that I had at leaste this far in my thinking.
He raised a hand toward the door. A tall, powerfully built man stepped inside.
He wore a ck suit, dark sses hiding half his face, his entire presence radiating the cold, lethal aura of a war god fresh from the battlefield.
His pheromones were as heavy as stone, carrying the loyalty and restraint unique to a gamma.
“Bodyguard?” I arched a brow, recognizing him immediately.
My father nodded, a trace of pride in his voice. “Shane. A top fighter. Back when I conquered the Northern Continent, he was my most trusted lieutenant. After I retired, he took a long vacation, fishing his days away. Now, he’s yours.”
I pressed my lips together and nodded. There was no reason to reject my father’s goodwill.
Shane stood there like a silent mountain, his aura oppressive.
I looked at him and smiled. “Thank you, Shane.”
His fierce expression didn’t change, but he gave a slight nod in response.
His pheromones were steady as bedrock, radiating absolute obedience. “Your Highness.”
The tension in my chest eased slightly.
With Shane by my side, even on Crimson Moon Pack territory, I could stand a little taller.
The rules of werewolf society had always been brutal. As the princess of the Rogue Pack, 1 could never show weakness. Even when faced with Kirby’s peppermint scent, I had to hold on to my pride.
After washing up, I felt a bit more refreshed. I was about to head downstairs to eat when my phone rang–it was Mch.
I answered, but before I could say a word, his urgent voice rushed through. “Leslie, something’s wrong, it’s the Alpha, he-”
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Chapter 245 The Guard
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My heart sank violently, my face hardening. I hung up at once and bolted out the door like the wind.
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