Chapter 295 Four Thousand Tons


    <b>Mch’s </b>POV


    +8 Pearls


    The night at Bloodrock Estate was cool as water. Moonlight spilled across the balcony, making the stone tiles gleam with a cold sheen.


    I stood under the eaves, ncing up at Kirby. He was leaning against the balcony railing, the shadow of his wheelchair stretching long and lonely, like a statue carved from solitude.


    He’d been like this ever sinceing back from the Crimson Moon Pack estate.


    I drew in a deep breath and finally spoke. “Leslie won’t being back tonight. She just got home, she’ll want to rest.”


    My voice was careful. A Beta had to weigh an Alpha’s mood with every word.


    Kirby gave me a nce, his eyes as cold as ice, his tone low. “Of course I know.”


    His voice carried impatience. The wheelchair shifted slightly, as though to cover something up.


    Still, I tested the waters. “Actually, Miss Amelia staying isn’t so bad. Maybe if Leslie saw you two together, she might react a little?”


    I forced a smile, thinking it was a clever suggestion.


    Kirby’s face darkened, his gaze slicing at me like des. “Are you trying to make my life even more miserable?”


    His voice was icy, carrying the weight of a Crimson Moon Pack Alpha. Instinctively, I shrank back.


    My chest tightened, and I cursed myself for running my mouth.


    I lowered my head quickly, stammering. “I… I was just saying.”


    I’d thought Amelia might stir something in Leslie. Who could have guessed Adler would suddenly step into the picture?


    Kirby’s path in love was as treacherous as ever.


    He said nothing more, only stared out at the manor in the night, his wheelchair motionless, like he was holding something back.


    I stayed where I was, the stone tiles under my feet chilling me to the bone, and in my heart, I mourned for him.


    Chapter 295 Four Thousand Tons


    Leslie’s POV


    For several days in a row, I didn’t return to Bloodrock Estate.


    +8 Pearts


    The mountain of pending matters at Rogue Pack made the perfect excuse. Meetings at Western headquarters, reports piled high–it was exhausting, but it also let me breathe easier.


    Asphodel hummed low inside me. “Staying away from him does make things lighter for you.”


    I didn’t respond. I pushed open the office door, arranging to meet Astrid and Am for shopping and tea. Eric asionally joined in. Life felt like it had returned to the old days-fortable and satisfying. For Rogue Pack nobles, life always walked the line between busy and indulgent.


    In quiet moments, I scrolled through social media.


    The older generation, like Lars, shared “health tips,” full of herbal teas and hunting wisdom.


    Astrid and Am posted their socialite routines–group photos, handbags,ints about the boredom of high society, followed immediately by morevish spending.


    I chuckled. The noble wolves‘ circle nevercked for noise.


    But Eric was acting strange.


    The Frost Pack’s social butterfly usually unted luxury cars and parties. Suddenly his feed had shifted: “Agricultural reform–radishes, cabbages, potatoes, everything you need!”


    Thements exploded. Some asked if he’d bought farnd, others wondered if he’d turned into an eco trendsetter.


    I couldn’t resist scrolling longer,ughing. Asphodel snorted. “That one’s ying games.”


    I casually reshared his post. Mountain farmers often struggled with unsold produce–helping out was no trouble.


    Astrid messaged me privately. “He’s lost it, and you too?” Her tone was teasing.


    “Just lending a hand,” I replied, about to close the app when Mch’s message popped up: “Alpha Kirby says, book two thousand tons. Payment any time.”


    My brows rose. Well, wasn’t Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha generous?


    I was about to ask Eric if two thousand tons would cover it when Adler’s reply came in: “If there’s any left, I’ll take all of it.”


    The tone was calm, but it brimmed with confidence.


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    I froze. Asphodel scoffed. “Two Alphas, throwing money just to outdo each other.”


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    Eric called me almost instantly, his voice brimming with excitement like a pup. “Four thousand tons, split evenly! Tonight we’re celebrating, you <i>have </i>toe. Bring those two big spenders along to sign and pay. I’ll be waiting!”


    He was too eager, not leaving me a chance to refuse.


    I sighed, regretting my meddling, and dialed Kirby and Adler.


    To my surprise, the two Alphas who always imed to be too busy agreed immediately.


    Asphodel sneered. “For you, they’ve got all the time in the world.”


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