Chapter 263 The Hunter’s Net


    <b>Leslie’s </b>POV


    The car pulled up outside the hospital, but we didn’t get out.


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    Adler had clearly made arrangements in advance–Shane stepped out and went straight inside.


    Barely five minutester, mymunicator buzzed.


    “We have him!” Shane’s voice crackled through.


    My eyes narrowed, and I caught another sound in the background–a shrill plea for mercy.


    Adler calmly took the device from my hand and asked bluntly, “Gray sent you<b>, </b>didn’t he?”


    “N–no, not Mr. Gray!” The voice was sharp, panicked, too quick.


    But that one slip–Mr. Gray–was enough to reveal everything.


    Adler ended the call without hesitation and pulled out his own phone.


    “Take Gray. Don’t let him escape.”


    But the voice on the other end hesitated before delivering unexpected news.


    “Kirby’s already here. He caught Gray before we did.”


    Adler’s eyes flickered, his lips curving faintly. “Oh? Understood.”


    He ended the call and looked at me, tone edged with amusement. “Seems Kirby already knew who to aim for. He moved even faster than us.<b>” </b>


    A strange feeling tightened in my chest.


    These past days, I’d been at Bloodrock Estate,pletely unaware that Kirby had been running his own investigation in secret–quietly, efficiently–and had already tracked the mastermind.


    But it made sense. With his vindictive nature, did I really expect him to swallow such an insult and do nothing?


    Kirby had never been prey. He was always the hunter–patient, ruthless. From the moment of the car crash, he must have been weaving his, waiting for it to snap shut.


    “Want to <b>see </b>him?<b>” </b>Adler asked.


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    I smiled faintly and shook my head. “No. Take me home.”


    I had no interest in watching a trapped wolf il.


    <b>Mch’s </b>POV


    I stood waiting at the gates of Bloodrock Estate, already prepared.


    When Kirby’s car rolled up, I stepped forward quickly. “Alpha.”


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    Kirby climbed out slowly, bending to retrieve a folded wheelchair from the seat. He opened it with practiced ease and settled into it.


    In an instant, the same man who had just orchestrated the capture of another Pack’s Alpha with ruthless efficiency now wore the mask of a gravely injured wolf–frail, weakened.


    The corner of my eye twitched.


    Had I not seen it myself, I would never believe he would go to such lengths–all for the sake of


    one woman.


    “Well? Stop standing there. Push me inside,” he snapped impatiently.


    I blinked out of my daze and hurried behind him, setting the chair in motion.


    “Has Leslie returned?” Kirby reclined against the backrest. Even in his weariness, there was a faint warmth in his tone at her name.


    “Half an hour ago,” I answered.


    “What has she been doing tonight? Who did she meet?” he asked casually.


    I hesitated, but told the truth. “Alpha Adler of Gold Pack invited her to a g…”


    I hadn’t even finished when Kirby’s mint pheromones turned cial, sharp with displeasure.


    He rubbed his brow, voice clipped and unfriendly. “I see, Get back to your duties.”


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