Chapter 309 A Staged Fall


    Kirby’s POV


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    In the study of Bloodrock Estate, the firelight from the firece painted the walls a dark red, yet I felt nothing but ice inside.


    I threw aside my cane and paced restlessly across the floorboards, their creaks grating on my


    nerves<b>. </b>


    Leslie hadn’te to the estate for days. I didn’t know where she was or what she was doing. My mind was filled with the image of her cool smile and the arch of her brow.


    My chest tightened, as if a stone pressed down on it.


    Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Leiss.


    Already in a foul mood, I answered impatiently. “What is it?”


    His voice carried a hint of gloating. “Well, well, Kirby–are you out of the game?”


    I frowned. “What do you mean?”


    Leiss continued, “Leslie and Adler took his son to a Michelin–starred restaurant. They booked the whole ce. Looked just like a family of three!”


    My heart sank, fury exploding in my chest.


    I clenched my teeth, my voice low and stormy. “And now?”


    “They left together…”


    I didn’t listen further. I ended the call abruptly.


    Lance growled. “Go get her back!”


    My fists tightened, mes burning in my eyes. My mind filled with images of Leslie standing beside Adler–and that brat clinging to her.


    The door creaked open. Mch stepped in cautiously, hesitation flickering in his gaze. “Alpha…” His voice was low, as if he feared provoking me.


    I turned, my expression dark, my tone hard as steel. “I don’t care how–you’ll bring Leslie here.”


    Themand carried a weight that froze the room, Alpha rage chilling the air.


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    Mch hesitated, visibly shaken by my presence. After a moment’s silence, he murmured, “What if… we put on a show<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    My eyes narrowed. “A show?<b>” </b>


    Lance scoffed. “This beta of yours is always scheming.”


    I said nothing, waiting.


    Mch quickly pulled out his phone and dialed, his voice urgent and trembling with fake panic. “Leslie, something terrible’s happened! Kirby fell from the third floor…”


    <b>Leslie’s </b>POV


    I had just settled onto the couch to rest when my phone rang. It was Mch.


    The moment I answered, his anxious voice rushed through. “Leslie, something terrible’s happened! Kirby fell from the third floor…”


    My heart lurched. I grabbed my keys and bolted out the door.


    Images of Kirby leaning on his cane, limping step by step, shed through my mind.


    His spine had been pierced by a silver bullet, the wound still unhealed. Even with an Alpha werewolf’s resilience, a fall like that could cripple him further.


    A wave of guilt swelled in my chest. If he ended up disabled for life, I would bear that debt forever.


    Shane floored the elerator. What was usually a twenty–minute drive, he cut down to barely more than ten.


    The iron gates of Bloodrock Estate loomed in the night, the red glow of the firece spilling faintly from the windows.


    I pushed open the door. Mch rushed up, sweat beading on his forehead. “Leslie, it’s bad! Kirby fell, he’s burning with fever–he’s unconscious!”


    His voice carried frantic urgency.


    My brows knit, my chest sinking. “Did you call a doctor?”


    He faltered, then quickly answered, “Yes, but there was an ident on the road. The doctor might bete.”


    I didn’t


    press further. I hurried straight to Kirby’s room.


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    On the bed, his face was pale, his forehead damp with sweat, brows furrowed. He looked fragile, weakened.


    My frown deepened. A fall like that shouldn’t cause a fever.


    I reached out to check his temperature–scalding hot. But the next moment, his hand suddenly mped around my wrist, so strong I couldn’t pull away.


    He opened his eyes, dark and dim, staring at me with a fragile edge. His voice was hoarse. “Leslie… you do care about me, don’t you?”


    His tone carried the weight of pleading, stripped of the Alpha dominance he once exuded.


    I met his gaze calmly, my voice cool. “You were hurt because of me. I won’t ignore that.”


    I refused to show weakness, though guilt pressed heavy in my chest.


    His eyes darkened. His lips pressed tight before he slowly released me, his voice soft. “Alright. If you’re here… I can rest easy.”


    He closed his eyes, as though utterly drained.


    Mch stood nearby with a towel and ice, pacing anxiously. “Leslie, help lower his fever. He’s burning up too badly!”


    I nodded, about to step aside, but he shoved everything into my hands, blurting quickly, “The doctor’s dyed. I’ll go get him myself!”


    Then he rushed out, as if afraid I’d stop


    him.


    I frowned at the towel in my hands. From the corner, Asphodel’s lowughter echoed. “What a loyal beta–always finding ways <i>to </i>set the stage for Kirby.”


    I nced at Shane. He stepped forward expressionless, his tall frame casting a heavy shadow. “I’ll do it.”


    Before I could reply, Kirby’s grip tightened once more around my wrist, firmer than before.


    He opened his eyes, his expressionplicated, edged with unmistakable displeasure.


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