Chapter 278 The Photograph
Leslie’s POV
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I smiled faintly at Lane as he spoke with his usual passion, his voice carrying that sharp brilliance that reminded me of his younger days, when he was untamed and unstoppable.
The air was filled with a mix of coffee and wolf pheromones, his slightly hoarse tone echoing through the room with its peculiar warmth.
After more than an hour, he finally stopped, rapped the table, coughed twice, and cleared his throat.
“All right, I’ve got plenty of work. Aren’t you two leaving yet?”
Adler and I rose at the same time. “Goodbye.”
Lane had always been straightforward–there was never a need for excess pleasantries.
But just as we turned to go, his voice came again. “It’s rare for us to meet. Why not take a photo together?”
“Sure.” I agreed easily. The thought came naturally–this chance was rare, and who knew if we’d ever have another?
Adler
gave a slight nod. Even as the Alpha of Gold Pack, bound by his constant air of distance and restraint, his expression showed no objection.
Lane extended a hand toward me.
“What?” I frowned.
“Your phone.”
He rolled his eyes, casual and impatient in that familiar way.
I obediently handed it over.
Lane had us stand side by side, lifting the phone to adjust the angle. “Closer together.”
“Aren’t you joining <i>too</i>?” I raised a brow, shifting a little toward Adler as instructed.
Immediately, his steady sandalwood scent filled the air, closer now than it had ever been. The space between us was meant for Lane–but he stayed where he was.
“Who’d take the photo if I did?” he said lightly, fingers snapping the shutter again and again
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I had just thought to suggest setting a timer when he shoved the phone back into my hand. “Done. Off you go.”
His tone was as strange and blunt as ever, but that was Lane–never predictable. I was used to it.
I nced down at the photos, smiling naturally. Lane’s temperament could be erratic, but I hadn’t expected his photography to be this good.
Walking out with Adler, I scrolled through the pictures.
In them, my expression was calm andposed, while Adler looked cool and regal, radiating the noble aura of a Gold Empire Alpha as he met the lens head–on.
Our contrasting temperaments collided–and somehow harmonized.
“Didn’t expect Lane to have such skill.” Joy rose in me, spreading like warmth through my chest. “I want to post one on my ount. You don’t mind, do you?”
I turned to him for permission. I knew he had never left a single trace on any public tform- when I’d once had Liam investigate him, not even one photo had surfaced.
But he didn’t refuse. His voice was calm, touched with surprising gentleness. “To appear on the Rogue Pack princess’s ount–that’s an honor.”
“Perfect.” I picked one and uploaded it with a simple caption: “Two ssmates.”
At the doorway, Mch and Shane approached.
I noticed Mch’s usually dull face flicker with surprise when he saw me walking out beside Adler. His eyes narrowed, his expression hinting at turmoil beneath the surface, though outwardly he stayed professionallyposed.
Adler’s voice was light, unreadable. “Mch is Kirby’s man? Seems he cares for you quite a bit.” His words drifted like mist, soft but probing.
I arched a brow. “My father asked him to follow me. Probably thought I couldn’t handle things
alone.”
Outside, the drizzle continued, the damp air heavy with earth and wolf scent, wrapping the scene in a misty tension.
“Alpha Lars is thoughtful,” Adler said with a mild smile, calm yet carrying Alpha authority.
“Shame Kirby’s little trip was ruined by the rain. Looks like it’ll have to end early.”
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I replied evenly, “It doesn’t matter. My father’s appreciation is enough.”
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My voice was cool, because I knew the line between gratitude and sentiment–and I wasn’t about to blur it.
“Forgive me for bringing up something unpleasant.” Adler’s voice was as soft as the rain, threaded with quiet sympathy.
I gave a faint smile, shaking my head. “No need. Whether you mention him or not, he still
exists.”
There was a trace of self–mockery in my smile, the weary ache pressing faintly at my chest.
He studied my profile, silent for a long time, his gaze steady and deep, pressing down on me with unspoken weight.
Atst, he spoke again. “Forgive my boldness. There’s something I want to ask. If you’d rather not answer, you don’t have to.”
“Go ahead, Alpha.” I turned to meet his eyes, his pheromones thickening in the air, sparking a quiet tension.
“Do you still love Kirby?”
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