Chapter 261 The Silver Pack’s Probe


    Leslie’s POV


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    Andy pped Taven’s shoulder, grinning as he tried to smooth things over. “If you don’t mind me being on my third marriage, then introduce her to me instead…”


    Taven shot him a re and gritted out a humorless chuckle. “Heh…”


    Gray from the northern Silver Pack smiled lightly, lifting his ss. His voice was polite. “Rogue Pack deserves its sess. Congrattions.”


    His pheromones carried the chill of cedar in winter, edged with probing curiosity.


    I arched a brow and raised my own ss. “Thank you.”


    But his eyes gleamed, and his words turned sharply. “I heard Kirby was injured. Is he well? We had ns for golf the other day, but his assistant canceled at thest minute. I wanted to visit, but couldn’t get away…”


    The tone sounded concerned, but the cedar pheromones carried a faint taunt.


    “I wouldn’t know,” I said evenly.


    Only the servants at Bloodrock Estate and Rogue Pack’s inner circle knew I’d been the one looking after Kirby. I wasn’t about to hand over gossip for the werewolf world to feast on.


    Gray’s smile curved with meaning. “Of course. Princess Leslie and Alpha Kirby have already parted ways. Why would you know such things?”


    His cedar scent thickened, probing deliberately.


    My smile cooled as my gaze slid to him, pinewood pheromones spiking with icy anger.


    Among wolves, to speak of a dissolved bond in front of a female Alpha–especially when she stood beside another top Alpha–was the height of insult.


    This Silver Pack mutt <i>dares </i>test a <i>queen’s </i><i>patience</i>, Asphodel sneered from within me.


    Taven and Andy’s scents shifted awkwardly, both sensing how badly Gray had misstepped.


    I gave a faint smile, my voice sharp and cold. “You’ve gone out of your way, but must I announce my rtionship with Kirby Alpha to every man I meet?”


    Gray’s face stiffened. He forced a weakugh. “My mistake.”


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    Chapter 261 The Silver Pack’s Probe


    His pheromones faltered, smothered by the weight of mine.


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    At that moment, Adler’s phone rang. He frowned, murmured, “Excuse me,” and stepped away. His sandalwood remained steady, carrying a silent warning in its calm weight–supporting me without words.


    I stood alone, smiling as though nothing had happened.


    But Gray wasn’t finished. “Princess Leslie, have you known Alpha Adler long?”


    My brow arched. So nosy.


    Curiosity <i>kills </i><i>the </i><i>cat</i><i>, </i>Asphodel hissed.


    I kept my smile polite, but my words wereced with cold disdain. “I… won’t tell you.”


    Gray’s face froze, embarrassment seeping into his scent.


    I knew what he’d been doing–testing the depth of my bond with Adler, and more importantly, the strength of Rogue Pack’s alliance with the Gold Empire.


    A wolf too impatient <i>to </i><i>hide </i><i>his </i><i>malice</i>, Asphodel scoffed. <i>His </i><i>pheromones </i><i>reek </i><i>of </i>probing <i>and </i><i>poorly </i>veiled hostility. <i>Foolish</i>.


    Just then, Adler ended his call and strode back quickly. For once, his usually unshakable calm. was tinged with urgency, his face grim.


    He reached me, took my wrist, and bent close so only I could hear.


    “The assassin–they managed to revive him. But time is short. We have to go now.”


    Revived? My heart jolted. The driver who’d tried to ram me had poisoned himself on the spot -hadn’t he?


    “Let’s move.”


    I dropped my ss at once and followed Adler without hesitation.


    We moved in perfect sync, leaving no space for anyone else to react.


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