Chapter 285 Cotton Candy


    Kirby’s POV


    18 Pears


    I sat in the wheelchair, Mch pushing in silence, the wheels creaking faintly against the ground.


    My gaze kept drifting forward, to where Leslie walked hand–in–hand with that little wolf cub, her steps light and free.


    The sight tightened my chest like a de pressing inward. I forced myself to wear a gentle smile.


    Hmph. Adler’s brat–<i>just </i><i>as </i><i>irritating </i><i>as </i><i>his </i><i>father</i><i>. </i>Lance snarled inside me, his temper scraping


    across my nerves.


    Behind me, Mch remained wordless, his stride steady.


    I gestured for him to push faster, to catch up to Leslie.


    Suddenly, he stopped. From a street vendor’s stand, he bought a swirl of brightly colored cotton candy.


    He held it out to me, his voice low. “Alpha, please take this.”


    I frowned at him, my face cold. “I don’t eat that.”


    The words ground out through my teeth, edged with impatience.


    Mch froze, a flicker of embarrassment shing in his eyes before he quickly smoothed his face back into its usual stern calm. “It’s for Leslie,” he exined quietly.


    Lance barked withughter. <i>Look </i><i>at </i><i>this loyal </i><i>beta</i><i>–</i><i>he’s </i><i>running </i><i>himself </i><i>ragged </i><i>for </i><i>you</i><i>, </i>Kirby<i>. </i><i>You </i>ought to thank <i>him</i><i>. </i>


    I knew I’d misunderstood him, a trace of guilt tugging inside, but Alpha pride kept me from saying the words.


    1 gave a short grunt and epted the fluffy candy, my fingers tightening around the stick.


    Mch didn’t exin further. Instead, he turned toward Leslie and called out, his voice solemn and resonant. “Leslie!”


    She turned at once.


    Mch quickened his pace, pushing me forward. His voice dropped low, respectful. “Alpha


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    Kirby saw this cotton candy and thought it suited you. He knows sweets aren’t good for excess, but still hopes your days will be as sweet as this.”


    My grip on the candy tightened. My eyes locked on Leslie’s, searching for any reaction.


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    Her gaze was cool, carrying the natural distance of the Rogue Pack’s princess. Yet her lips curved faintly, amused by Mch’s uncharacteristic seriousness.


    My heart stumbled, swelling with a dangerous hint of hope.


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    I nced at Kirby. He held the swirl of cotton candy, his ck eyes softened like a spring pool, though his knuckles whitened from his grip.


    “Do you like it?” His voice was deep, gentle. But beneath it, his mint pheromones surged restlessly, edged with a chill.


    I studied him, conflicted.


    Cotton candy? That wasn’t Kirby of Crimson Moon Pack. He thrived on strategy and control, not sharine gestures like this.


    An <i>arrogant </i>wolf <i>stooping </i><i>to </i><i>a </i>pup’s <i>trick</i>? Asphodel sneered in my mind, mocking.


    Before I could answer, Eren came running, his eyes shining.


    “I like it! I like it!” He snatched the candy and bit down hard, only to p his face with a theatrical wail. “Oh no–it’s so sweet, my teeth are falling out!”


    He dove into my arms, whining pitifully. “Muse, my teeth hurt…”


    Kirby’s face darkened instantly, his aura dropping several degrees, though he held back. He wouldn’tsh out at a child.


    “Careful,” I said softly, patting Eren’s golden curls. I knew he was faking but didn’t bother to call him out. “Then don’t eat it.”


    He nodded furiously, his blue eyes sparkling. “Only kids eat candy! Old men are stingy! Muse, if you like, I’ll make you a cotton candy out of gold–you can look at it every day!”


    I nearlyughed, waving my hands. “No, no, I don’t want that.”


    I turned to dig in my bag for water, but froze.


    Kirby’s gaze was fixed on Eren, his lips curling into a smile tinged with meaning. His mint pheromones carried a subtle thread of calction.


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    “You like Leslie, don’t you?” His voice was calm, but beneath it was strategy.


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    “So what if I do?” Eren folded his arms, puffing his chest like a little adult, his fruity scent ring with challenge.


    Kirby’s smile deepened. “Congrattions. Your father and Leslie are together. That makes you her son now.”


    Eren’s face crumpled, shock and fury colliding. “What?!”


    Kirby raised a brow, his tonezily provoking. “You didn’t know? Your father is courting her.”


    Before the words fully sank in, Adler stepped up from the side, his tall figure calm as ever, holding a swirl of cotton candy identical to Kirby’s. His sandalwood scent lingered, steady and rich.


    I blinked.


    What was this day? Why was everyone suddenly obsessed with cotton candy?


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