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    Leslie’s POV


    I heard Belle scream, her voice soaked with blood–red hatred.


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    The instant Shane yanked me aside, a chilling de of wind cut through the spot where I had just been standing.


    I steadied myself and turned back. Belle was clutching a fruit knife she’d snatched from the fruit tray. Missing her mark, her foot slipped, and she copsed to the ground in a graceless heap.


    By a cruel twist of fate, the knife buried itself deep into her own abdomen.


    In an instant, blood poured out in a flood.


    The air filled with the cloying sweetness of blood.


    For a moment, I stood frozen, watching Belle writhe in agony on the floor. For someone who had lived her life steeped in luxury, this must have been the first time she’d ever lost so much blood.


    The maid shrieked and stumbled toward her, sobbing hysterically.


    “Luna, don’t scare me! Please, you’ll be alright…”


    I cast a nce at Kirby. From where he sat in his wheelchair, his face was cold and rigid, yet his eyes flickered with something that looked like shock. Clearly, even he hadn’t expected this turn of events.


    “Please-”


    Shane, expressionless, opened the car door for me.


    Lowering my gaze, I stepped straight inside, shutting out the chaos and the stench of blood behind me.


    Before closing the door, Shane looked once at Belle, then at Kirby,


    The knife lodged in Belle’s stomach was nothing more than ordinary stainless steel. As horrific as it looked, to a werewolf it was the kind of wound that would heal itself in minutes,


    The real problem was Belle’s identity. As the Luna of Crimson Moon Pack, being injured on Crimson Moon’s own territory was enough for them to seize any excuse to use Rogue Pack.


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    “The car has a recorder. The entire scene of Luna Crimson Moon’s attempted assault has been captured. Whether she’s injured or not, ourdy retains full rights to press charges.”


    One sentence, delivered with upromising strength, cut off every possible attempt at framing or retaliation.


    The maid stared at us in stunned disbelief. Belle’s face twisted with fury and humiliation, but the pain left her too weak to utter a word.


    The engine roared, and the car sped away.


    I sat in silence, head lowered.


    “Do you want to move back to Rogue Pack’s main residence?”


    Shane, who served as both bodyguard and driver, rarely spoke first.


    I rubbed my nose and replied, “Not for now. If I leave, it looks like guilt. They’re the ones in the wrong, not me.”


    Belle was a werewolf. This wound wasn’t fatal. The gut–wrenching pain of being gutted was punishment enough.


    Ending up in this state was nothing but her own doing.


    Do I feel guilty? Not in the slightest.


    Kirby’s POV


    Bloodrock Estate.


    I sat in my wheelchair at the doorway, pale–faced, watching people rush back and forth, tending to Belle’s wound.


    The noise around me seemed toe from another world, one that had nothing to do with <ol><li>me. </li></ol>


    Sad? No.


    Only stunned.


    What shook me was realizing Belle’s hatred for Leslie had reached the point where she wanted to kill her with her own hands.


    And those three years when I ignored Leslie, when I treated her with cold indifference–that had only fueled Belle’s madness.


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    It was me. I had pushed Leslie into hell with my own hands. I had enabled Belle’s frenzy.


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    Inside me, my wolf Lance let out a low, agonized howl–a cry born from the soul, filled with self–disgust and helpless rage.


    When Mch finished handling the chaos, he turned back <i>to </i>see me sitting motionless, my expression ck as night.


    Even wounded, the chill of my aura and the force of my Alpha’s presence were undiminished.


    He pressed his lips together and approached cautiously, voice trembling with worry.


    “Alpha, don’t worry. The doctors say the wound isn’t deep. She’ll heal in a while.”


    I was silent for a long moment, then tapped the arm of my wheelchair with my fingers and the order.


    “<i>That </i>maid–send her overseas. She’s never to return.”


    “And as for the ‘Luna“…”


    I paused, then spoke with finality.


    “Once she heals, send her to a sanatorium. Without my permission, she doesn’t leave.”


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