Chapter 296 The Banquet and the Divide


    Leslie’s POV


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    The celebration was dazzling, the Frost Pack’s gathering gilded in gold and jade. The air was thick with the scent of wine and pheromones–hardly a ce for ordinary wolves to step foot.


    Kirby arrived leaning on a cane, his bearing steady, the authority of Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha undiminished.


    Adler, refined as jade, carried the calm elegance of the Gold Empire with effortless ease.


    I entered wearing Rogue Pack’s dark green gown, and eyes followed me the moment I stepped <ol><li>in. </li></ol>


    Eric hurried over, smiling like the host of the century. “My money tree!”


    Leaning in, he lowered his voice. “If not for you, I’d be paying for my own bragging tonight.”


    His eyes gleamed with Frost Pack mischief.


    I arched a brow, keeping a polite smile as I nodded at those nearby. “This business of yours expanded rather suddenly.”


    The signing was solemn but swift–Kirby and Adler each left their signatures with clean strokes, without hesitation.


    Eric was the star of the night, weaving through the crowd, his grin as bright as the chandeliers.


    I stayed by his side, the aura of Rogue Pack’s dark princess ensuring the spotlight lingered on <ol><li>me. </li></ol>


    Betweenughter and light chatter, the mood was easy, almost reminiscent of Frost Pack’s hunting banquets.


    From across the hall, I caught Kirby and Adler surrounded by eager businessmen looking to cozy up. Their expressions stayed measured, but more than once, their gazes flicked toward me and Eric.


    Asphodel chuckled. “They look like wolves watching someone else take their prey.”


    I didn’t answer, only lifted my ss for a sip.


    Midway through the banquet, Kirby pushed through the crowd, cane tapping against the floor, his limp obvious. I frowned and stepped closer. “Kirby, you shouldn’t strain yourself. You could’ve sent someone in your ce.”


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    Pack obligations made me extend concern, whether I wanted to or not.


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    His expression softened slightly, but his gaze locked on me with heavy intensity. “I wanted to ask you myself–when are youing back to Bloodrock Estate?”


    His voice was low, carrying the unyielding weight of a Crimson Moon Pack Alpha.


    I paused, then gave a practiced business smile. “Wouldn’t that be inconvenient? Didn’t Miss Ameliae for you? If I stayed at Bloodrock Estate, I’d be torn apart by Crimson Moon Pack wolves.”


    His eyes darkened, his face turning grim. “No one else has any say. No matter what they im, they’ll never decide for me.”


    His words were hard, but his resolve was iron.


    I tilted my head, letting out a lightugh, masking everything. “Best not. The fragile peace between Rogue Pack and Crimson Moon Pack would break easily if I kept crossing lines. We have to keep our eyes on mutual interests, don’t we, Kirby?”


    My tone was calm, drawing a boundary between us with thenguage of politics.


    His breath faltered, his eyes shing with a trace of helplessness. “I’ll resolve this soon.”


    His voice was low, like he was forcing something down.


    I didn’t reply, only smiled again.


    Eric arrived with a ss<b>, </b>sizing Kirby up. “Thanks for the help. But I am curious—what made you step in?”


    Kirby cut him a cold nce. “If not for Leslie, then for you?”


    His voice was sharp, returning to the aggressive Crimson Moon Pack Alpha.


    Eric only arched a brow, his smile deepening as he turned to Adler. “And you, Alpha Adler? What about your reason?”


    His mischievous eyes were full of provocation.


    I shot him a warning look, and Asphodel muttered darkly. “This brat’s begging for trouble.”


    Eric ignored me entirely, his grin widening.


    Adler only gave a calm smile<b>, </b>his tone measured and smooth. “Helping where it’s needed is natural. The mountain folk need aid. As a businessman, I have a duty to give back. Eric, keep doing things like this–I’ll always support it.”


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    Eric froze, like he’d just been struck by lightning.


    Kirby turned his head away, his face cold as stone.


    Asphodel gave a softugh. “Pretty words, polished to perfection.”


    By the end of the banquet, Eric insisted on hitching a ride back with me.


    On the way home, he was unusually earnest, full of admiration for Adler. “That man’s on another level. Nothing like us mortals!”


    I only nodded, eyes drifting toward the rain streaking down the window.


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