Chapter 300 Shattered Composure
Leslie’s POV
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His smile was warm, the calm elegance of Gold Empire unfaltering even under the relentless shes. He looked as though he were simply worried I might catch a chill, nothing more.
The crowd erupted. Reporters‘ voices crashed over one another like waves.
“Leslie, is he your new lover?”
“Are you two together?”
“Kirby will be here tonight–do you have anything to say?”
“Did you n this? Introduce the man beside you!”
Their shouts tangled with the clicking of cameras, relentless.
I ignored them. Asphodel muttered low inside me. “These pups sure know how to howl.”
Adler said nothing either. He only gave the cameras a faint, unhurried smile and steered me toward the theater doors.
Inside, the lights were soft, shutting out the chaos outside.
In the lounge, I sat on a sofa, smoothing my dress.
Adler’s eyes dropped to my shoes. His brows furrowed. “Those don’t match your gown.”
His tone was calm, but firm.
The gown was bespoke, a collector’s piece. The shoes were ordinary, mismatched.
Without hesitation, he knelt <i>to </i>slip them from my feet, handling them with care as if they were priceless artifacts.
I lowered my gaze. He nced up at the same moment. Our eyes locked–one second, two, three. Time stalled.
“What are you doing?” Kirby’s voice cut through the air like ice, heavy with Alphamand.
Kirby’s POV
The lounge smelled faintly of polished wood, whispers hanging in the air.
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Chapter 300 Shattered Composure
I came in, cane tapping, and froze.
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There she was on the sofa. And Adler crouched in front of her, her broken shoes in his hands, his movements gentle, reverent.
The sight drove a sharp sting into my chest, as if a thorn buried deep had been pushed further <ol><li>in. </li></ol>
Lance growled inside me. “He’s overstepping.”
My expression hardened to stone. I red at Adler, eyes sharp enough to cut.
He looked up at me, calm as ever, as though my fury didn’t exist.
Unbothered, he slid the shoes back onto Leslie’s feet, then stood. “Leslie, have someone bring another pair upstairs. Wait in the lounge until then.”
His voice was soft, steady, unshaken.
She nodded, murmuring a quiet “thank you” as she rose, pulling out her phone and typing quickly, no doubt sending a message.
She still wore his ck suit jacket, the oversized fabric swallowing her frame, and the sight burned my eyes.
Lance snarled. “That’s his jacket.”
My jaw tightened, rage boiling under my skin.
I moved forward, step by uneven step, but my presence filled the room, thick with the weight of a Crimson Moon Pack Alpha.
I fixed my gaze on Adler..My voice was low, bitter cold. “What exactly were you two doing?”
His smile barely shifted, the Gold Pack’s pheromones rolling out to meet mine, a challenge in silence.
Our stares shed, sharp and unyielding.
My eyes fell back on Leslie. Draped in his coat, poised yet distant, she didn’t even acknowledge the usation in my voice.
She walked past me toward the stairs, steps steady,
As she neared, she paused, her voice soft, detached. “Do I owe you an exnation?”
The words struck like ice water. I stood, stunned, swallowed whole by a wave of loss.
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Chapter 300 Shattered Composure
Lance growled again. “She hasn’t changed–always cold.”
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I didn’t answer, only watched her back retreat, her head never turning, her stride never faltering. She had no intention of exining herself.
I clenched my jaw, fury and helplessness tangling inside me. I wanted to chase her, demand she look at me–but Crimson Moon Pack pride chained me in ce.
Adler stepped closer, his faint smile edged like mockery. “Kirby, some things, once lost, should be let go. The tighter you hold, the harder they choke.”
I narrowed my eyes, my re sharp as des. “Whether I let go or not is <i>my </i>choice. No one else gets to touch.”
He said nothing more, only gave me that serene, infuriating smile before turning away.
I stayed where I was<b>, </b>cane heavy in my grip, eyes locked on the staircase where Leslie had vanished.
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