Chapter 311 The Broken Masquerade
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
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I lifted my gaze, looking at Kirby with cold detachment. My tone was casual, almost dismissive. “Who said it was just for show? Adler and I are nning to turn pretense into reality.”
I deliberately stabbed him with the words, refusing to offer an exnation.
His pupils shrank sharply, the rims of his eyes reddening, like I’d just driven a de into him.
I remained unmoved. My eyes flicked to his perfectly steady legs, and the fire of my anger red higher. “Don’t interrupt my date. I’m leaving.”
I ground my teeth and turned, my steps sharp and cold. If I stayed another second, I might actually cripple him in my fury.
But before I’d taken two steps, he lunged forward, blocking my way. His hand pressed on my shoulder, forcing me back against the wall.
His fingers brushed lightly through my hair, his voice soft, coaxing like he was soothing a kitten. “Don’t go, Leslie. I was wrong. I’m still sick, still burning with fever–you can’t abandon
me now.”
His voice was sweet enough to drown a person, but the bloodshot corners of his eyes and the faint tremor in his hands betrayed his unease.
Asphodel growled low inside me. “He’s still putting on an act!”
I stared at him, my expression icy. Alpha tenderness was nothing but a trap, yet for a fleeting moment, my heart stumbled.
His touch carried that familiar trace of mint, tangled with the warmth of the firece, making my breath falter.
But I held my ground, my gaze clear and cold, “Kirby, don’t overy the act.”
A short, coldugh escaped me. I shoved him away hard. “Then keep being sick. The doctor will be here any moment.”
Without another nce at his reddened eyes, I turned and left, the fire inside me too hot to allow me to linger.
On my way downstairs, Mch and the doctor appeared from the hall. Their pace was leisurely, their faces far from anxious.
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If I hadn’t seen Kirby standing firm with my own eyes, I might actually have been fooled.
Shane followed behind, his face grim, his steps heavy, as though urging them to move faster.
Mch hurried forward when he saw me, his voice pitched high in false concern. “Leslie, what do you need? I’ll fetch it for you–no need for you toe down yourself!”
I shot him a cold re, my eyes cutting like ice, and ignored him. Turning instead to Shane, I said, “We’re leaving.”
“Yes,” Shane answered simply, falling into step beside me, silent and solid as a mountain.
From behind came the sound of rapid footsteps. I didn’t turn, but from the corner of caught Kirby chasing after us–moving quickly, not even bothering with a cane.
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Usually so calm he was like a machine, Mch’s pheromones now broke into chaos, reeking of panic.
Asphodel gave a derisive snort. “So this beta knew all along that Kirby was faking.”
I didn’t stop. My pace quickened. I pushed open the iron gates of the estate and walked out of that suffocating ce.
Kirby’s POV
At the gates of Bloodrock Estate, the moonlight was dim. I stood there, watching Leslie’s back as she left, feeling hollowed out.
Lance’s voiceshed at me. “You ruined everything!”
I forced down the hollow ache and lifted my head toward Mch and the doctor, trying to mask myself in the calm a Crimson Moon Pack Alpha should disy.
But fear surged inside me like a tide. I was terrified of losing her. Terrified she would really choose Adler.
I clenched my teeth, swearing silently. Even if she chose someone else, I had a thousand ways to keep her in my world.
Mch lingered carefully, his eyes nervous, as though afraid of igniting my anger.
The doctor looked torn, his voice low. “Alpha… should I still…”
Before he could finish, I cut him off with a cold nce. “No need.”
He bowed his head quickly, retreating. His footsteps echoed down the corridor.
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Chapter 311 The Broken Masquerade
Mch stayed put, the air still heavy with Leslie’s cold scent. I could smell her fury in it, pressing so thick it made it hard to breathe.
Lance growled in my head. “She’s furious.”
I said nothing, my chest weighted as if by stone.
Mch tried cautiously. “Alpha… maybe you should go back upstairs and rest?”
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I ignored him, shoving open the door to my room. My gazended on the cane by the bed, and a jolt shot through me.
I looked down at my legs–standing steady, firm, without a hint of weakness.
I’d hidden it for so long, feeding her guilt. And now, at this moment, the truth had slipped out.
I cursed myself silently. Why had the wound healed so quickly?
Frustration and rage tangled together, burning hot in my chest. My eyes fixed on the cane with such force that my head throbbed.
Lance sneered. “If you chase her now, she won’t listen.”
She was still in a fury. She might already be on her way to Adler.
Jealousy rose again, wing at me. But I was in the wrong this time. I had no choice but to swallow it down.
I leaned against the bed, my eyes dark as I stared out into the night.
I would find a way to patch this up.
Leslie was mine. No one would take her from me.
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