Chapter 249 Dinner and the Study
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
At half past six in the evening, the maid came nervously to ask me downstairs for dinner.
Her pheromones carried unease, clearly still shaken by what had happened earlier.
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At the table, Kirby sat with a thin nket over his legs. When he saw me, he raised a brow. “Hungry?”
From the kitchen, the maid peeked out, her voice timid. “Leslie, at Alpha’s order, everything made tonight is what you like.”
I curved my lips faintly. “I don’t eat dinner. Just prepare some food for my guard.”
I had to maintain my figure–dinner was dispensable to me.
“Then at least sit and eat a little with me,” Kirby said gently, almost like a plea.
I nced at him. His pale face carried a flicker of expectation, as if he hadn’t eaten all day.
I sat opposite him, idly flipping open a magazine, unwilling to humor him with conversation.
Kirby opened his mouth, but his eyes flicked to Shane standing silently behind me–unmoving, impossible to ignore, like a tower.
He gave a smallugh and turned back to me. “Let your man eat and rest. The house is safe.”
Shane didn’t so much as twitch.
I set the magazine down, speaking slowly. “I came to look after you. Shane is here to look after me. Safety has nothing to do with it. If you feel ufortable, just pretend he’s not there.”
Kirby faltered, his expression tight, like he’d swallowed his pride but couldn’t spit it out.
His
gaze flicked toward the dishes, his voicenguid, coaxing. “Since you’re here to take care of me, why don’t you feed me dinner?”
The air went still. I froze, then propped my chin on my hands, smiling faintly. “What, did you break your arms too?”
Seeing I wasn’t angry, his voice dipped with a touch of pitiful resignation. “So soon, you’re already tired of me? You can’t even grant me this small request?”
I turned my head away, exhaling hard, reminding myself not to lose my temper.
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The next moment, Shane stepped forward, lifting the bowl of soup before Kirby. His fierce face twisted into a grotesque imitation of tenderness. “Alpha, say ‘ah-“”
Holding the spoon, he mimed feeding, even making a coaxing sound like to a child. “Ah.”
The room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
I couldn’t hold it in–I burst outughing.
Kirby’s face stiffened, then darkened, his mouth twitching. Snatching the bowl from Shane, his voice dropped to ice. “My arms aren’t broken. I’ll eat myself.”
Shane wisely withdrew to stand behind me again.
Kirby behaved after that, lowering his head to quietly finish his meal without further demands.
I looked down at my phone. A stream of urgent documents from Liam lit up the screen, lines of text making me frown.
n matters of the Rogue Pack were never simple. I skimmed quickly, typed out a terse reply, and dropped the phone on the table.
When I looked up, Kirby’s eyes were already on me. His peppermint pheromones drifted faintly in the air, carrying a probing edge.
His gaze was steady, predatory, like a leopard locking on its prey. My heartbeat stuttered.
“Finished?” I asked, lifting a brow, keeping my tone even.
He
gave a soft “Mm,” a smile curving his lips, his expression warm as spring sunlight. “Finished.” His pheromones had softened too, carefully sheathing his Alpha edge.
I stood, naturally reaching for the tes.
But Kirby’s hand shot out, closing over my wrist, the heat of his palm jolting through my skin.
His eyes held a trace of helplessness. “You’re not here to act like a maid.”
Before I could answer, the maid rushed out of the kitchen, her pheromones thick with obsequious sweetness. “Leave it to me, Rogue Packdy.”
Head lowered, she quickly cleared the dishes.
I arched a brow, pulling back my hand. Menial chores weren’t worth my time.
In the werewolf world, Alphas never handled such tasks. That was the work of Betas and Omegas.
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I shot Kirby a nce, certain he was plotting something again.
He patted the armrest of his wheelchair, lifting his head. “To the study.”
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His voice was calm but edged with authority, peppermint pheromones spilling faintly like an unspokenmand.
This small thing, I didn’t mind obliging.
I stepped behind him, pushing his chair toward the elevator.
He could easily control the electric wheels himself, but of course he chose to order me instead. His little game.
Asphodel muttered in my mind. <i>This </i><i>male </i><i>wolf </i><i>lives </i><i>to </i><i>make </i><i>things </i><i>difficult </i><i>for </i><i>you</i><i>. </i>
I rolled my eyes silently but kept my faceposed.
The wheels creaked softly over the wooden floor, the air thick with the fading aroma of roast meat and Kirby’s mint scent.
In the elevator, I guessed he was heading to handle Crimson Moon Pack business.
If the night proved quiet, I could still meet Astrid and Am. Stormfang Pack’s bar had just opened–rumor was the atmosphere was great.
On the second floor, at the study door, Kirby paused. His gaze was steady. “Too many ssified projects here. Have your man wait outside.”
I nodded. “Of course.”
I didn’t need <i>to </i>exin. Shane already understood. He stepped back, solid as stone, his pheromones radiating unwavering loyalty.
I wheeled Kirby inside–and froze for a second.
This had once been my space. I’d knocked down two rooms to make it wide and empty, with nothing but a simple desk and a few decorative books,
Now the walls were lined with towering built–in shelves packed with books, leather and ink scenting the air.
On both sides, arched cases brimmed with neatly filed documents, organized like soldiers in rank.
In the center, a long rectangr desk glowed with two openptop screens, papers and
scribbled notes scattered around.
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The sunset spilled through the ss, painting hazy shadows on the floor like a tranquil picture.
For a heartbeat, something heavy pressed in my chest.
Every detail of Bloodrock Estate wed at my memories of marriage. I shoved the feeling down and pushed him forward.
But Kirby raised a hand, signaling me to stop. He pointed toward a corner mat, his voice soft but tinged withmand. “Over there…”
I arched a brow at him. On the maty dark gray cushions, beside them a small tea table with a pot and two porcin cups, like a corner arranged for quiet retreat.
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