Chapter 262 The Trap in the Dark


    <b>Leslie’s </b>POV


    The car sped through the night, Shane following close behind in another vehicle.


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    The air inside was heavy, and I couldn’t hold back. “Didn’t the assassin poison himself on the spot? I saw it with my own eyes.”


    Adler smiled faintly, but in the dim cabin his smile seemed cold, detached.


    The luxury watch on his wrist caught a glint of light, its reflection sharp and austere in the dark.


    “That’s right,” his voice was steady. “The dead don’te back.”


    I froze. “So… it was a trap?”


    His earlier words clicked into ce. My chest tightened with sudden rity. “You leaked that story on purpose–to lure the real mastermind out. The one behind all this… it’s one of those three Alphas we just saw, isn’t it?”


    Adler’s gaze slid to me, sandalwood pheromones calm yet edged with a faint note of approval.


    “Correct.”


    My stomach sank.


    I’d always assumed the culprit would be one of my enemies. But Taven of Fang Pack, Gray of Wood Pack, Andy of Silver Pack–none of them had reason to hate me.


    Could it be only because Adler chose Rogue Pack?


    But would they really go so far?


    Even without Rogue Pack, Adler would have chosen Crimson Moon Pack, not theirs. Killing me wouldn’t win them the alliance.


    It didn’t fit the logic of Alphas, who always put profit first.


    I raised my eyes, meeting Adler’s obsidian gaze,


    As if he’d read my thoughts, his voice dropped into something colder. “For some wolves, hatred runs deeper than profit.”


    My expression shifted before I smoothed it into calm, “How did you trace it to them?”


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    Adler’s features stayedposed, his tone edged with ice. “Because I investigated your past. I admit, it’s rude to tell you to your face. But à mature Alpha has the right to know the history of a future partner. That’s something you can forgive.”


    I inclined my head. I wasn’t surprised, nor did I resent it. I had done the same to him. In the world of wolves, survival demanded knowing the other as well as yourself.


    “So you uncovered this lead from my past?<b>” </b>


    “Exactly.” He nodded. “If the intelligence my Beta gathered is correct, you survived another attempt not long ago… the one orchestrated by Lyana of Smoke Pack.”


    “Lyana!” I hissed the name, my pheromones spiking with Alpha fury.


    That crash–if not for sheer luck, I’d have been nothing but scattered bones in the wreckage.


    When I returned, Rogue Pack’s shadows and Crimson Moon’s warriors had already razed Smoke Pack to the ground. Lyana and her n had burned into ashes.


    “So,” I said tightly, “this time’s assassin–someone seeking revenge for her?”


    “Perhaps.” Adler’s lips pressed thin, his eyes glinting dark and cold. “The Wood Pack and Smoke Pack were both top ns of the southern continent. Their Alphas had ties. It wouldn’t be surprising.”


    He hadn’t said the name, but I already knew.


    Of the three Alphas we’d seen tonight, only Gray’s Wood Pack hailed from the south.


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