Chapter 298 A Pawn at the Table
Amelia’s POV
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In Wave Pack, Charlotte was the most exalted female wolf, free toe and go at n banquets, praised endlessly by Charles. My own presence always had to be hidden to spare her moods.
If Wave Pack hadn’t needed me for a political marriage, I probably would’ve been left to rot in that shabby apartment forever.
But today, after seeing Leslie, a dangerous thought crept into me: Charlotte wasn’t much at all. Compared to Leslie, she was nothing.
Bncing the tray of coffee, I pushed open the meeting room door.
The first thing I saw was Kirby, seated across from the entrance in his wheelchair, his detachedposure impossible to look away from.
He was speaking lightly with n, but his gaze drifted toward Leslie now and then–soft, warm as spring water. A gaze utterly different from the cold indifference he gave me.
The three of them belonged to a world I couldn’t touch. I was just the girl delivering coffee.
“Please, your coffee,” I said quietly.
I set down the tray, trying to appear calm.
Kirby’s eyesnded on me, and in an instant his face hardened, gaze sharp as a de. “What are you doing here?”
He turned to n, his tone frosted. “This is your domain. Why is she here?”
n only shrugged, his smile helpless. “She’s a new assistant from Rogue Pack, isn’t she? Cameron needed help. Right?”
He nced at Leslie, as if for confirmation.
Leslie was silent for half a breath, then looked at me. Her voice was calm, but it carried a sovereign weight. “That’s correct. Since you’ve been assigned here, adapt quickly. Don’t let your identity interfere with your work.”
Her
gaze was steady–eptance, perhaps, but with a warning folded inside it,
My heart lurched. I nodded quickly, pressing down the turmoil inside. “I understand, Leslie.”
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I knew full well that with my abilities, I didn’t even deserve this assistant’s role. Only Charles’s efforts had ced me here, to put me closer to Kirby, to mimic Leslie.
But her aura… it was untouchable.
The air in the room smelled of paper and coffee.
The meeting itself was brief. Leslie, Kirby, and n only exchanged updates on the Moon Goddess Relic project and outlined the next strategic steps. The details were left to their subordinates.
I sat in the corner, pen in hand, but there was little to record. Most of my attention betrayed me, wandering to Kirby again and again.
He sat there, detached yetmanding, Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha presence making the room feel heavier.
When he spoke, his low voice cut through everything. Even in a wheelchair, his allure was undeniable.
My eyes lingered on the profile of his face. My pulse quickened. My wolf warned me to rein myself in, but I couldn’t stop. Every time his gaze slid past me, it sliced cold as a de, leaving me both nervous and expectant.
Leslie gathered her papers, her tone calm. “That’s all for today. I’m leaving.”
Her movements were smooth, her dark green dress gleaming under the light.
n looked up with a bright smile. “Dinner, perhaps?”
“No. I’m going to the theater tonight–Carl has a new y.” Leslie refused lightly, not even pausing as she rose.
“I’ll go too,” Kirby said suddenly, his voice low, carrying the weight ofmand.
For a moment, his eyes softened on Leslie before cooling again.
She gave no reply, striding for the door, poised as ever.
As she passed me, she stopped. Her gaze swept over me, cool and distant. “Liam’s traveling. Tonight, you’lle with me.”
Her voice was even, but it was no request.
My heart skipped, and I couldn’t help flicking a nce toward Kirby. His expression had only grown darker.
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I forced down my thrill and answered carefully. “Yes, Leslie.”
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Inside, excitement and dread tangled together. If I stayed close to Leslie, maybe Kirby would finally look my way.
Wave Pack’s marriage ns, Charles’s expectations–they all weighed on my shoulders. I had no choice but to seize every chance.
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