Chapter 250 The Movie Trap
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The tatami was wide like a small tform, the evening sun slipping through the curtain cracks, casting a soft glow. The air was filled with the leather–and–ink scent of the study, mingled with Kirby’s familiar peppermint pheromones.
I pushed his wheelchair over, cursing him silently for his endless demands.
Asphodel rumbled low in my soul. <i>This </i><i>male </i><i>wolf </i><i>lives </i><i>to </i><i>torment </i><i>you</i>.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, stopping the chair with a snap. “What else now?” I asked, annoyed.
Kirby looked up at me, his gaze warm, almostzy. “I can’t sit in the chair all the time. I want to sit there–morefortable.” His pheromones softened, as though testing how far he could push me.
My brow furrowed, my tone hard. “I can’t lift you.” Unless he wanted his leg ruinedpletely. To me, this was nothing but him picking a fight, leaning on the weight of his debt to y tricks. Alphas didn’t stoop to weakness, and I wasn’t about to let him win.
But he only gave a helpless smile and pushed against the armrests, as if to stand on his own.
My breath caught, my body moving faster than thought. I lunged to hold him up.
He nearly toppled, his full weight crashing against me, his taut waist rigid, his breathing rough with a hint of stifled groan.
I turned my head and met his apologetic eyes. The rebuke on my tongue tangled and died, swallowed back down.
He’d ended up like this because of me. To harp on it now would make me small.
His peppermint scent swept into my nose, crisp enough to nk my mind for a second.
Clenching my teeth, I put in all my strength, guiding him carefully onto the tatami, taking care
not to touch his wounds.
When it was finally done, we were both drenched in sweat, breath uneven.
Kirby’s face was ashen, but his gaze was soft as spring water, touched with a smile.
I scowled. “What files do you want? Just say it. Whichptop?”
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Chapter
Chapter 250 The Movie Trap
Leslie’s POV
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81
Finished
The tatami was wide like a small tform, the evening sun slipping through the curtain cracks, casting a soft glow. The air was filled with the leather–and–ink scent of the study, mingled with Kirby’s familiar peppermint pheromones.
I pushed his wheelchair over, cursing him silently for his endless demands.
Asphodel rumbled low in my soul. <i>This </i><i>male </i><i>wolf </i><i>lives </i><i>to </i><i>torment </i><i>you</i>.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, stopping the chair with a snap. “What else now?” I asked, annoyed.
Kirby looked up at me, his gaze warm, almostzy. “I can’t sit in the chair all the time. I want to sit there–morefortable.” His pheromones softened, as though testing how far he could push me.
My brow furrowed, my tone hard. “I can’t lift you.” Unless he wanted his leg ruinedpletely. To me, this was nothing but him picking a fight, leaning on the weight of his debt to y tricks. Alphas didn’t stoop to weakness, and I wasn’t about to let him win.
But he only gave a helpless smile and pushed against the armrests, as if to stand on his own.
My breath caught, my body moving faster than thought. I lunged to hold him up.
He nearly toppled, his full weight crashing against me, his taut waist rigid, his breathing rough with a hint of stifled groan.
I turned my head and met his apologetic eyes. The rebuke on my tongue tangled and died, swallowed back down.
He’d ended up like this because of me. To harp on it now would make me small.
His peppermint scent swept into my nose, crisp enough to nk my mind for a second.
Clenching my teeth, I put in all my strength, guiding him carefully onto the tatami, taking care
not to touch his wounds.
When it was finally done, we were both drenched in sweat, breath uneven.
Kirby’s face was ashen, but his gaze was soft as spring water, touched with a smile.
I scowled. “What files do you want? Just say it. Whichptop?”
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I stole a peek. Kirby’s jaw tightened, faintly clenched, like he’d just swallowed a bitter pill.
Asphodel chuckled darkly. <i>The </i><i>wolf’s </i><i>jealous</i>.
An hour passed. The film’s slow rhythm lulled me, my eyelids drooping.
When I turned, Kirby was asleep.
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He rested on his arm, brows drawn, his face ghost–pale, yet his cold, noble bearing remained untouched. His peppermint pheromones had thinned, tinged with fatigue.
I rolled my eyes. He’d been the one begging to watch a movie, and now he was out like a rock?
I’d lost the mood to keep watching. My throat was dry–I wanted a ss of milk.
Silently, I slipped off the tatami barefoot, every step soundless.
Outside the study, Shane stood like a tower. When he saw me, he nodded slightly, his pheromones as steady as stone.
I pressed a finger to my lips, signaling silence, and padded downstairs.
The living room was dim and empty, seemingly deserted.
Just as I neared the kitchen, a cloying sweetness filled the air—someone else’s pheromones- apanied by hushed whispers. “Yes, the two of them ate and went upstairs. They’ve been in
the study for over an hour… who knows what they’re doing…”
The words were sly, secretive.
I froze<i>, </i>frowning, irritation ring in my chest.
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