Chapter 273 By the River
Leslie’s POV
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Kirby finally got <i>his </i>wish, letting me push him along the Seren River.
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I was simply enjoying the long–missed view, carrying a special fondness for this river that once held so many of my girlish secrets.
Away from everyone else, I could tell Kirby’s mood had lightened. The icy edge of his Alpha pheromones softened, tinged with satisfaction.
Not far ahead, a brawny, tattooed drifter was ying a violin.
His face was lost in the music, and a few passersby had stopped to watch.
If the sound had been graceful and moving, paired with the slow flow of the Seren River, the moment would have been touching.
But the violin’s screech was, to put it bluntly, the work of a beginner–raspy and jarring, like the wail of an old crone. It was so harsh that it made you want to cover your ears.
Unknowingly, I stopped to listen, and Kirby followed, expressionless the entire time.
When the tune ended, the bystanders, visibly relieved, finally dispersed.
The drifter nced at Kirby slumped in his wheelchair, then at me, his eyes filled with raw pity and regret. His gaze seemed to say: a flower blooming from a pile of… crippled manure.
I noticed Kirby’s brow twitch ever so slightly, as if he were pondering something.
The drifter couldn’t help but speak, his tone carrying the arrogance of an artist. “Do you understand my music?”
The implication was clear: if not, then move along.
Kirby raised a brow, his voice belonging to a top Alpha–t, detached, nothing but fact–as he let out a shortugh. “Awful.”
“What?” The drifter’s face darkened instantly, stepping forward to argue.
I was taken aback. How had the faintly romantic mood turned so sharp in an instant?
“Extremely awful,” Kirby lifted his eyelids, calmly repeating himself.
<i>The </i>arrogance of this wolf is etched into his very bones, Asphodel, my wolf, remarked inside me. <i>He </i>
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<i>would </i><i>never </i><i>stoop </i><i>to </i><i>lying </i><i>to </i><i>someone </i><i>he </i><i>considers </i><i>a </i><i>‘</i><i>weakling</i><i>. </i>
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The drifter was enraged, rolling up his sleeves to bare his tattooed, muscled arms as he stalked toward us.
I froze<i>. </i>
Thest thing I wanted was to brawl with a street thug over something so trivial.
That would tarnish the dignity of the Rogue Pack’s governor of the Western Territory.
Quickly deciding, I shoved Kirby’s wheelchair back a few steps, then jabbed a finger toward Shane, who stood not far behind us.
“Sorry, he’s not right in the head. If you want to fight, take it up with him!”
With that, I spun the chair around and wheeled Kirby away at full speed.
Kirby’s POV
“Leslie…” I called her name softly.
There was a trace of helplessness in my voice.
She pushed the chair faster, as though she wanted to shake me off.
“Why are you running?” My voice held confusion. “That was just an Omega trembling at my scent.”
As the Alpha of Crimson Moon Pack, my dominance was enough to make any stray wolf back down.
She shot me a cold nce, her tone biting. “You should be d I didn’t leave you there. Mch didn’t assign you a bodyguard.”
I fell silent for a few seconds, a sting tightening in my chest.
Lance gave a low growl. “Her coldness again.”
Grinding my teeth, I forced my emotions down. Quietly, I said, “It really was awful.”
I had only told the truth. The pride of a Crimson Moon Alpha would never allow me to lower myself and appease a drifter.
Lie? Impossible.
Leslie halted, her gaze icy. “Then I’ll take you back so you can tell him yourself<b>.” </b>
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She made a sharp move to turn the chair around.
I instantly gripped the armrest, my body tense, my voice low and urgent. “Don’t…”
There was a hint of desperation in my tone.
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Her cold resolve tightened something inside me, left me feeling offended–but with her, I swallowed it down.
Drawing in a deep breath, my Alpha pride refused to yield, yet her stubbornness left me powerless.
I forced a smile and turned my gaze toward the river, trying to ease the air. “Fine, we won’t go back. Look at the water–it’s sparkling like a diamond ne.”
The rain–dappled river shimmered, and I used it to redirect her focus.
Though my body was hindered, Crimson Moon’s Alpha courage had never left me.
Afraid? What <i>a </i>joke.
Leslie didn’t answer, but the pheromones she unconsciously released told me everything.
She was mocking me.
Infuriating.
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