Chapter 248 Bloodrock Estate
Leslie’s POV
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Back at the Rogue Pack’s main residence, I told my father Lars and my brothers about my decision.
Carl nearly jumped out of his seat. “No way, I’m against it!”
His pheromones red with rage as he red at me. “That bastard Kirby clearly has ulterior motives!”
Thorbane’s eyes stayed calm as he looked at me. “You’ve already decided?” I nodded firmly.
“Father, Thorbane, you’re just going to agree to this? Spineless, the both of you!” Carl shouted in disbelief, veins standing out on his forehead.
Thorbane cast him a cold nce, his voice sharp and chilly. “Then why don’t you go take care of Kirby instead?”
“He’s dreaming!” Carl fumed, practically steaming at the head. “If I had to go, I’d toss him off the balcony myself and finish the job on that spine!”
I couldn’t help butugh. Carl’s temper was always so endearingly explosive.
Shrugging, I spoke lightly. “Don’t overthink it. I’m not going there as his servant. Besides, Shane will be with me.”
All three of them turned to me. Their surprise shifted into admiration, and one by one they gave me a thumbs–up.
Carl muttered, “Still, you’re the ruthless one.”
My father patted my shoulder, his eyes glinting with pride. “No doubt about it–you’re my daughter.”
Shane, the strongest gamma guard, wasn’t just deterrence to outsiders; he also ensured I would carry myself with the dignity of a Rogue Pack princess, even on Crimson Moon Pack territory.
They were clearly worrying too much.
When we arrived at Bloodrock Estate, the familiar courtyard tightened something in my chest, as if time had rolled back.
Shane stepped forward and knocked. The door opened quickly, revealing a familiar face–the Omega maid, Belle, the one nted by others to spy on me.
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The moment she saw me, she rushed forward, reaching for my hand with excitement. “Luna, you’ve finallye back! I’ve missed you so much…”
My brow twitched, and I yanked my hand away in disgust.
Shane instantly moved in front of me, his tall frame blocking her as his rough voice carried a warning. “Step aside. There’s no Luna here.”
The maid paled, shrinking back under Shane’s fierce aura.
He pushed the door open, clearing a path. “Your Highness, please.”
Expressionless, I walked in, ignoring the maid’s stunned stare.
In the living room, Kirby sat in a wheelchair, dressed in light gray loungewear. His face was deathly pale, but when he saw me, his eyes lit up, his voice soft and controlled. “Leslie, you finally came.”
I cast a nce around. The furnishings were exactly as they had been when I left. A heaviness pressed against my chest.
Collecting myself, I said coldly, “I’ll go put my things in the guest room first.”
“Let the maids do that.” Kirby frowned, his sharp gaze sweeping toward the stunned maid.
She flinched, then hurried forward, reaching for the suitcase in Shane’s hand. “I’ll take it, Luna. Your room has already been cleaned, everything inside untouched.”
Shane shifted his body, dodging her attempt.
I narrowed my eyes at Kirby, my voice cool. “What’s that supposed to mean? You expect me to sleep in my old room?”
His lips pressed together, his features softening. “The guest room hasn’t been prepared. It’s more convenient for you <i>to </i>stay there.”
I couldn’t be bothered to argue, lifting a brow. “Fine.”
Which room I stayed in was a trivial matter–not worth a fight.
I headed upstairs, Shane following close behind.
Behind us, the maid hesitated, then blurted, “Luna-
I stopped dead, turned sharply, my gaze icy. “Kirby.”
I directed my words straight into the living room, my tone like a de. “Keep your people in
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line. I’m here out of respect–and a little guilt. If anyone dares cross the line again, you’ll regret
it.”
Luna? Damn Luna. In werewolf society, titles meant status. Call it wrong once and it’s ignorance; twice and it’s a direct challenge to my authority.
The maid’s face went ghostly pale, as if she’d been pped.
Kirby’s gentle expression faltered, stiff for an instant before smoothing over with a smile. “I understand.”
But I caught the nce he cast her way–cold as ice, Alpha’s pressure coiling in the air, far more terrifying than my words.
I entered the familiar upstairs bedroom. Everything was exactly as I’d left it.
The photo on the nightstand, the folds of the curtains, even the faint woody scent lingering in the air tugged at my memories.
My chest sank, a suffocating weight pressing down.
I let out a short, coldugh, grabbed the odds and ends on the desk, stuffed them into a bag, and tossed it into the corner.
Pushing open the walk–in closet, I froze. It gleamed with rows of new seasonal clothes, shoes in my size, and a jewelry case glittering with designer pieces.
My brows knitted. I turned away at once, stepping back without a second nce.
Those things were nothing but reminders of who I once was.
But I was no longer that Leslie.
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