Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath
Chapter 246 The Fake Death
Leslie’s POV
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Shane was already waiting at the door. The moment he saw me, he pulled the car around and shouted in his rough voice, “Your Highness, get in!”
I jumped inside, and with one m on the elerator, the twenty–minute drive took only ten.
I burst into Kirby’s hospital room, shoving the door
open.
In the sitting area, Mch was on the couch, his expression grave as he looked at me. “Leslie…”
My heart sank straight to the bottom, my legs weak as I stumbled into the bedroom.
On the bed, Kirbyy still, his face as pale as paper. All the tubes and monitors had been removed, and even his chest showed no rise or fall of breath.
No. Impossible. The doctor had clearly said he was out of danger!
Standing at the bedside, I felt as if an invisible hand were crushing my heart, the pain so sharp I didn’t dare breathe too hard.
Hopelessness flooded me like a tide, drowning every cell in my body.
My legs buckled, and I nearly copsed, but Mch caught me in time. “Leslie, careful-”
Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught it: under the white silk nket, Kirby’s right toes curled ever so slightly.
A jolt shot through me. Wolf Asphodel roared furiously in my mind<i>. </i><i>He’s </i>faking it!
For a few stunned seconds I froze, then my despair ignited into fury.
I stepped forward calmly, brushing my fingers against his face, skin cool to the touch. My voice came out like ice. “So. Has the funeral home been booked yet?”
At once, the man on the bed shot upright, ring at me. “You trying to burn me alive?”
Kirby’s chest heaved, whether from holding his breath or anger, I couldn’t tell.
Arms crossed, I stared at him evenly. “Oh. So you’re not dead after all?”
The tender scene I had imagined didn’te. Instead, I found myself almost disappointed, arching a brow.
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Kirby’s jaw tightened, his eyes dark, rimmed faintly red. He stared at me with a hint of grievance.
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I was silent for a moment, then my heart softened. Dropping the mockery, I spoke earnestly. “Kirby, I’m d you’re alive.”
Truly d—from the bottom of my heart.
His gloom vanished, swept away in an instant, as if the hurt never existed.
He reached out suddenly, pulling me against him.
Off guard, I crashed into his embrace. The sharp, cool scent of peppermint pheromones wrapped around me, and his strong, steady heartbeat made my eyes sting.
“I almost never got to see you again,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse with lingering fear.
I went quiet for a few seconds, then rolled my eyes. “That’s enough. Want me to hit you?”
Reluctantly, Kirby loosened his hold, a weak smile tugging at his pale face. “Right now, I’m no match for you.”
I stepped back, turning to Mch with a cold tone. “So what exactly did you mean when you called and said, ‘Leslie, something’s wrong…“?”
Mch gave a sheepish smile. “I didn’t finish. What I meant was: ‘Leslie, something’s wrong, the Alpha has woken up–he wants to leave the hospital!“”
What a lie. He’d really gone all out with that one.
I nced back at Kirby, one brow raised. “Leaving the hospital?”
He nodded seriously. “It’s inconvenient to work here. I need to go home.”
“Then take care of yourself.” I tossed the words over my shoulder and walked out, though the corners of my mouth curved upward in spite of myself.
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