Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath


    Chapter 251 A Dog Never Changes Its Ways


    Leslie’s POV


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    “Yeah, the two of them went upstairs after dinner and stayed there for over an hour. Who knows what they were doing…”


    That voice was all too familiar. It was that Omega maid.


    Her tone carried ttery and spection, and it made me sick.


    “Alpha Kirby told me not to go upstairs and bother them. I think Leslie just pretends to be cold toward Alpha Kirby. She’s only ying hard to get…”


    Hmph, <i>an </i><i>Omega </i><i>who </i><i>only </i><i>knows </i><i>how </i><i>to </i><i>gossip </i><i>behind </i><i>your </i><i>back</i><i>, </i>my wolf Asphodel growled coldly inside me. <i>She </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>even </i><i>deserve </i><i>to </i><i>inhale </i><i>one </i><i>ten</i><i>–</i><i>thousandth of </i><i>the </i><i>fury </i><i>in </i><i>your </i><i>scent</i>.


    I didn’t get angry. My expression didn’t even flicker.


    I simply reached out and, with a sharp click, turned on the kitchen light.


    The harsh brightness instantly lit up the maid’s shocked face.


    She scrambled to her feet in a panic, and her phone ttered to the floor.


    Just before the screen went dark, I saw the contact name clear as day-“Luna Belle.”


    So she had been on the phone with Belle.


    The maid shivered, staring at me in rm, her voice stammering.


    “L… Leslie, you… what are you doing here?”


    I only nced at her, said nothing, and walked past. I took a carton of milk from the fridge, poured it into a ss, and then turned to leave.


    The entire time, I never said a single word to her, not even releasing the faintest hint of Alpha pressure.


    But thatplete disregard was far more terrifying than any intimidation.


    I could feel her trembling behind me as she picked up her phone, her scent riddled with panic.


    I drank the milk as I went upstairs, and by the time I reached the study door, the ss was empty,


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    Chapter 251 A Dog Never Changes Its Ways


    That scene had truly disgusted me.


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    Because it wasn’t the first time. That maid had always been a spy nted by Belle, watching everything I did and everything I was made to do.


    Kirby’s shirts and suits–never even worn–had to be ironed to perfection. The house had to be spotless, cleaned by my own hands. Even my daily meals had <i>to </i>be prepared strictly ording to the recipe she dictated, one after another.


    And that maid was the one who supervised and inspected all my “work.”


    Back then, I was like an Omega locked in a cage, powerless to resist, forced <i>to </i>silently endure.


    And now, Belle still wants to control my every move the same way?


    A dog never changes its ways.


    When I returned to the study, it wasn’t as quiet as when I left.


    With a loud bang, I mmed the heavy door shut.


    Kirby, who had been dozing on the tatami mat, opened his eyes


    wide.


    “Do you need to rest?” I asked him.


    I knew he could easily sense my foul mood from the cold aura radiating off me.


    He looked up, rubbed his brow, and spoke with a husky, drowsy voice.


    “How did I fall asleep… If you’re tired, go rest. Mch is bringing me some documentster.”


    I didn’t care in the slightest. “Fine, I’ll rest. Don’t call me if there’s nothing. Even if there is… don’t call me.”


    Kirby gave a helpless smile as he watched me put on my shoes and turn to leave.


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