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Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath
Chapter 306 Shattered Shelter
<b>Amelia’s </b>POV
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+8 Pearls
I lingered at Crimson Moon Pack headquarters the entire day, waiting for a summons that never came. Atst, heavy–footed, I returned to the apartment I’d been given.
The building was silent under the night, streemps casting dim yellow circles on cracked pavement. The shadows pressed harder on my chest.
Pushing the door open, I froze. A middle–aged man stood waiting, suit immacte, smile polite–but his eyes held no warmth.
“Miss Amelia, this residence is being reimed. You’ll need to find another ce.”
My blood went cold. My breath stuttered. “This… this was arranged by Luna Belle,” <b>I </b>stammered, clinging to her name like a lifeline.
He didn’t waver. His voice was calm, final, like a verdict being read aloud. “We follow orders. By tomorrow morning, whether you’re here or not, the property will be cleared.”
His gaze was iron, ast warning.
My knees nearly gave.
Le’s growl cut sharp in my head. <i>Kirby</i>.
Of course. Only the Alpha’smand could sweep aside Belle’s influence so mercilessly.
I had crossed him. Now there was no way back.
Tears burned hot, but I swallowed them, bit hard into my lip, and began to pack. The apartment echoed with the frantic scrape of drawers and the drag of luggage wheels, my own panicked rhythm.
By midnight, I slipped away, nothing left but shame clinging to me.
I crept back to Wave Pack’s estate, chilled to the bone, as though doused in ice water.
Leslie’s POV
Reports droned across the conference table, numbers and charts stacking up like bricks.
I skimmed the pages, nodding at intervals.
Asphodel’s voice rumbled inside. These are tedious <i>beyond </i>words<i>. </i>
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A knock came. Liam entered, steady as ever.
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75
+8 Pearls
I flicked a nce toward the department head; he took the cue and slipped out, leaving us
alone.
“Go on,” I said.
He remained standing, his tone concise. “Charles, Alpha of Wave Pack, called. He wishes to apologize for Amelia’s actions. He also proposed cooperation.”
I couldn’t help the softugh that rose.
Asphodel growled. <i>And </i><i>only </i>now <i>he </i><i>remembers </i><i>courtesy</i>?
I thought back to the first time he was asked to deal with me, when Kirby had introduced us. Charles had been dismissive then, superiority dripping from his voice.
But now? Now he came crawling.
My gaze narrowed, voice calm and cool. “Tell him cooperation isn’t necessary. Rogue Pack wouldn’t dare presume so high.”
Liam nodded, unsurprised, though he added quietly, “The Wave Pack’s hold on the sea shouldn’t be overlooked.”
I smiled faintly, careless. “The sea doesn’t belong to Wave Pack alone. Thunder Pack has already offered us their hand. Make sure Charles hears that.”
Asphodel chuckled. <i>Rogue </i><i>Pack </i><i>never </i><icks </i><i>allies</i>.
Wave Pack had pushed Amelia into the <i>Moon </i><i>Goddess </i><i>Relic </i>project without so much as a courtesy call. They had made it clear what we meant to them.
And I had no reason to show restraint.
“Yes, Leslie.” Liam bowed and left.
Satisfied, I turned to my phone. The screen lit with a new voice message.
Eren’s soft, syrupy tone flowed out, yful as spun sugar. “Muse, let me treat you to a candlelit dinner tonight…”
Warmth bloomed low in my chest. My lips curved, unbidden.
It had been a while since I’d seen the little brat. I missed him, more than I wanted to admit.
I tapped a reply. “Alright.”
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