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    Belle’s shrill voice nearly split my eardrums. The scent of her Luna pheromones–meant to be soothing and regal–was now warped by her rage, sharp and suffocating, twisted into a stench of hysteria.


    “Get rid of that woman! I will never allow you to be with her!” she screamed, pointing at Leslie’s departing figure.


    Inside me, my wolf Lance let out a growl of pure disdain.


    The dull ache beneath the cast on my right leg throbbed in rhythm with my dwindling patience. I’d had enough.


    I reminded her coldly, “The Crimson Moon Pack doesn’t answer to you.”


    “You’re my son! How can you defy me?” Belle spat the words at me, as though I’dmitted a betrayal beyond forgiveness.


    “Son?<b>” </b>


    A bitterugh rose in my chest.


    In an instant, I was dragged back into the distant shadows of childhood–five years old, sent overseas by the family for the harshest Alpha heir training.


    Lonely, freezing nights where I was nothing but a small wolf cub longing for his mother. I couldn’t resist sneaking a phone call to her.


    On the other end of the line, her voice wasced with impatience as she shopped in some extravagant mall. “Endure it. You’ll grow up soon enough.”


    Then she turned around and told my father, Marcus, about my secret call.


    That night earned me a flogging steeped in salt water–leaving scars on a child’s body that would never fade.


    That was the day I understood: in her heart, pleasing the Pack’s ruler mattered more than soothing her son.


    And now, grown and second in power only to Marcus, she dared invoke a bond she had long ago discarded to control me?


    Laughable.


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    I curled my lips into a smile sharp with pain and scorn, every word dragged from the frozen marrow of my soul. “If you leave Crimson Moon Pack, then I am no longer your son.”


    In a wolf’s world, the bond of Pack and loyalty will always outweigh fragile blood ties.


    Belle’s body jolted violently, the color draining from her carefully preserved face until it looked ashen and wasted.


    I reined in my expression and let my gaze drift past her, toward Leslie’s retreating figure.


    Her


    posture was straight, her steps unwavering, a queen descending in silentmand. Every step she tooknded squarely on my heart.


    Belle’s POV


    I felt on the verge of breaking apart.


    My daughter was gone. My son had never once treated me like a mother. Even Leslie–the woman I had trampled beneath my heel–dared to belittle me.


    Why? I am the Luna of the Crimson Moon Pack!


    I trembled with fury. It was all because of Leslie.


    If not for her, nothing would have unraveled like this.


    The thought burst and spread like wildfire in my mind: she has to disappear.


    Leslie’s POV


    I was just about to step out of the suffocating vi when a sudden wave of pheromones exploded behind me–female, but warped by a frenzy of murderous intent.


    Careful<i>! </i>My wolf Asphodel roared the warning inside my head.


    I heard Kirby’s voice behind me, filled with horror, “Leslie–watch out!”


    I started to turn, but Shane was faster. His battle–honed instincts kicked in, and he grabbed my arm, yanking me hard to the right before I even registered the danger.


    “Ab–die!”


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