Chapter 247 The Debt
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
I was just about to turn and leave when a hand tugged at the hem of my clothes.
Looking down, I saw Kirby leaning forward on the bed, struggling to clutch at my sleeve.
Suddenly his face went pale, beads of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, as if the movement had pulled at his wound.
My brows drew tight, my chest clenching as I rushed over. “What’s wrong?”
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He lowered his head, teeth gritted against the pain, veins bulging at his temples, lips pressed tight as though forcing himself to endure it.
Asphodel snorted coldly in my mind. <i>This </i><i>male </i><i>wolf</i><i>–</i><i>using </i><i>a </i><i>bitter </i><i>trick </i><i>just </i><i>to </i><i>make </i><i>you </i>stay.
I shot it a re, thinking, <i>Is </i><i>now </i><i>really </i><i>the </i><i>time </i><i>for </i><i>jokes</i><i>? </i>
“Call the doctor!” I turned sharply to Mch, my voice urgent.
But Kirby raised his hand instead, lightly brushing my hair, his hoarse voice carrying a reassuring smile. “It’s fine. I was lying. Doesn’t hurt.”
His fingers were ice cold, but his smile was so gentle it sent a tremor through my heart.
I stared at him, every Alpha instinct in me screaming the truth–he was in agony, just too proud to admit it.
Within a minute, the medical team rushed in.
After examining him, the attending doctor’s expression hardened. “Alpha, the silver bullet pierced your spine. That’s the central nervous system. Even with an Alpha’s recovery ability, you’ll need half a year of rest. No strenuous activity. You should have someone caring for you at all times, or your ability to walk could bepromisedter.”
I let out a breath of relief.
At least it hadn’t hit his heart. As for the spine, with an Alpha’s healing, paralysis wasn’t a
concern.
Kirby, however, only gave a dismissive “Mm,” as if the doctor’s warning meant nothing.
When the doctors left, the room was silent again, just the two of us.
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My eyes flicked to the heavy cast on his right leg. My chest tightened, though my voice stayed cold. “Go back and find someone to take care of you.”
“Why not you?” Kirby arched a brow, eyes warm with a glint of mischief. “After all, I was hurt because of you. You wouldn’t have the heart to refuse, would you?”
Shameless.
The gratitude I’d felt a moment ago vanished, and I rolled my eyes with a huff. “Keep dreaming.”
But he only smiled calmly, his voice slow and steady. “If you take care of me, then we’ll call it even. Otherwise, do you n to stay in my debt forever?”
His tone dipped lower. “A life–saving debt means everything in the werewolf world. One can be repaid in trade. Twice, though… if word spreads, the Rogue Pack will be branded as ungrateful. I don’t mind. But my family’s old Alpha–he’s dead set on proposing to your n. Think your father could refuse?”
The room fell into dead silence.
I froze, my chest clogged as though with a heavy weight.
In our world, saving a life carried the weight of a mountain, especially for Alphas, tied to honor and bloodline dignity.
As the royal family of the Rogue Pack, the strongest n in the Northern Continent, being used of ingratitude would disgrace not only me but also my father and brothers.
Kirby had calcted perfectly—I would never allow my family to be shamed.
My expression shifted several times before I finally drew in a long breath, gritting my teeth. “Fine. Until you recover.”
Kirby’s eyes lit up instantly, his unhidden joy making me almost regret it.
He hadn’t expected me to agree so easily.
I frowned, quickly adding, “But I won’t stay at your Crimson Moon Pack estate.”
He cut me off at once. “Of course not. We’ll go back to Bloodrock Estate.”
Bloodrock Estate–our former marital home.
I had lived there for two whole years, until the divorce.
The name alone made my chest sink. I cursed myself silently for agreeing too quickly.
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