Chapter 290 The Setup


    Leslie’s POV


    I hadn’t paid any attention to what was happening on Kirby’s side.


    After chatting with Adler and exchanging a few words with some business partners, I had a few sses of wine. The warmth in my blood made me restless.


    “I’ll step to the restroom for a moment,” I told Adler.


    Ever the gentleman, he inclined his head and pointed me in the right direction.


    My heels clicked along the quiet hallway. Just as I turned a corner, a muffled sob drifted from ahead.


    “Crying? What’s the use of crying? Kirby’s crippled and still won’t look at you. What good are you?”


    The voice was sharp, dripping with spite. Charlotte.


    Amelia’s half–sister.


    I paused, considering waiting them out. But they weren’t going anywhere.


    Charlotte’s arms were folded, her presence domineering as she pinched Amelia’s waist viciously.


    “Helpless, aren’t you? You’re an Omega, aren’t you? Didn’t that dead Omega mother of yours leave you with any tricks? If he doesn’t want you, seduce him!”


    She shoved Amelia hard.


    A cry tore out of the girl. “My dress-”


    I nced in time <i>to </i>see Charlotte grab a janitor’s bucket and dump the entire thing over Amelia.


    Water drenched her instantly, stering her gown to her skin. She stood shivering against the wall, sobbing harder.


    Charlotte sneered, her voice sharp enough to cut. “Now run to Kirby for help. Isn’t this exactly the chance you wanted?”


    It was cruelty dressed as a push.


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    My brows knit, and for a fleeting moment, pity stirred in me.


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    From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Kirby a little ways off, speaking with Leiss.


    Fine. A quick favor.


    I raised my hand, calling lightly, “Kirby, someone’s looking for you here.”


    Kirby’s eyes lit the moment they found me. He dropped Leiss without hesitation, wheeling toward me.


    Leiss’s handsome face crumpled in wounded resignation as he sighed and stepped forward to help push the chair.


    Some brotherhood.


    I hadn’t spoken loudly, but the words carried, silencing the sisters instantly.


    I didn’t care if they saw me. Turning smoothly, I retreated a few steps back around the corner.


    Kirby arrived a momentter, Leiss guiding him. His smile was gentle, his pheromones tinged with eager mint. “You called for me?”


    I shook my headzily and gestured toward the hall. “Not me. Someone inside.”


    And with that, I walked away, heels tapping briskly. That was the extent of my help.


    Both Kirby and Leiss watched me leave, confusion flickering across their faces.


    Kirby’s POV


    I frowned, signaling Leiss to wheel me forward,


    What on earth was happening inside?


    Leiss looked just as bewildered, but he pushed me on. Turning the corner, we saw her–Amelia.


    The illegitimate Omega daughter. Soaked to the bone, crouched against the wall, arms wrapped tight around herself, her body shuddering with sobs.


    Her hair dripped, her gown clung, humiliation painted across her.


    Leiss blinked in shock, then nced at me, then in the direction Leslie had gone. His voice dropped low. “Kirby… did Leslie do this?”


    I shot him a sharp re.


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    His suspicion of Leslie was relentless.


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    No–what scared through me wasn’t anger at Amelia’s state. It was that Leslie had sent me here at all.


    Why?


    Did she want me foisted off onto another woman that badly?


    Neither of us moved.


    Leiss had his own mate; he wouldn’t dare risk touching a drenched Omega and all the entanglements it might bring.


    And 1… I had no desire to interfere.


    The silence stretched heavy,


    Amelia lifted her tear–streaked face atst, swollen eyes searching for mine. Her voice trembled. “Please… help me.”


    I looked at her without expression, but my chest burned.


    The fire wasn’t for her–it was because of Leslie,


    Because she had called me here.


    Because she had handed me off.


    <i>She </i>wants <i>you </i><i>gone</i>, Kirby, Lance growled in my chest. She wants you to see it–there’s someone else who needs <i>you</i>. But she doesn’t.


    A jagged pain shot through me, sharper than the jealousy Adler ever stirred.


    This wasn’t Leslie helping a poor Omega,


    This was Leslie telling me: Look. There are other women who want you. But I don’t


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