in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath
Chapter 312 The Foxes‘ Game
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
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A few afternoonster, I sat with my father, Lars, in the backyard of Rogue Pack’s estate. The breeze drifted softly off theke, rippling across the shimmering water.
I held my fishing rodzily while Asphodel muttered in my head. “Fishing is boring.”
Astrid came skipping over, her voice bright as a bell. “Hello, Uncle Lars! Leslie, let’s go out and y!”
I shot her a look, then flicked my gaze toward my father, signaling her to rein it in.
Asphodel chuckled. “That Tempest Fang pup is still just as noisy.”
Larsughed warmly, his tone yful. “Leslie has to keep her old fatherpany. You should spend more time with Thorbane!”
Astrid wasn’t fazed in the slightest. Smiling slyly like a little fox, she grabbed my hand. “Thorbane only knows work, and I’m sick of him! Besides, I need to help Leslie broaden her horizons. Otherwise, what if someone tricks her away?”
Her eyes sparkled with youthful mischief.
I sighed helplessly. “I’ve got dinner tonight with other pack allies. Go enjoy your celebration on your own.”
Asphodel snorted. “Business dinner, my ass.”
I ignored it. Those events were just dressed–up parties, and I was long past bored of them. I’d rather sit here fishing with Lars.
But Astrid wasn’t about to give up. She plopped down beside me and leaned in with a grin. “This time is different! I’ve prepared a surprise. Famous faces, international ones too. Every one of them exactly your type. You can’t miss it.”
She waggled her brows like she was letting me in on some scandalous secret.
I red at her. Gigolos?
She couldn’t be bothered with Tempest Fang’s affairs, yet when it came to this, her enthusiasm knew no bounds.
Asphodel jumped in eagerly. “Say yes already. I want to go!”
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I was just about to tell her off when my father spoke up, his eyes still on the water, his tone casual. “Leslie, what’s the point of another dinner with allies? Let Thorbane handle it. You go with little Storm and have some fun. Stay outte if you like.”
father agrees.”
Asphodel chimed approvingly. “See? Even your father
I looked over at him, but his gaze never left theke. A faint smile lingered at the corner of his lips, like he was holding backughter.
Astrid pped her hands and tugged me up. “Don’t worry, Lars. We’ll be back early!”
He waved dismissively, his voicezy. “No need, no need.”
The butler and servants nearby bowed their heads, shoulders trembling as though stiflingughter.
I sighed. Faced with these two foxes, I could never quite maintain the dignity of a Rogue Pack Alpha.
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
The private lounge of the bar was dim, leather sofas glowing faintly beneath the lights. The air was heavy with the scent of alcohol and murmurs.
I followed Astrid inside.
Am and Eric sat on opposite ends of a sofa, both absorbed in their phones, as if they were strangers sharing the same room.
Several men stood nearby–tall, polished, striking. Some were recognizable international faces. Their idle chatter died the moment I entered, every gaze fixing on me, hot enough to make my scalp prickle.
Regret tugged at me foring here at all.
Astrid, of course, didn’t give me the chance to back out. She pushed me forward, grinning slyly.
With no other option, I sat. Am lifted her hand, eyes hazy, a tipsy smile on her lips. “Leslie!”
“You’ve had too much,” I muttered, ncing at her.
Her smile widened. “Not even close!”
She leaned close, whispering conspiratorially. “I’ve prepared a gift for you. Exactly your type.”
She gestured toward the corner.
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Chapter 312 The Foxes‘ Game
A tall figure rose slowly, his outline sharp, lonely like a shadow.
My heart jolted. “Kirby…”
Asphodel growled. <i>No. </i><i>That’s </i><i>not </i><i>his </i><i>scent</i><i>. </i>
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The man turned. His features bore an uncanny resemnce to Kirby’s–seven parts alike. But where Kirby carried cold calction, this man’s eyes held warmth. He looked fresh, almost boyish, like someone just stepping out of school.
My brows knit tightly. Even Kirby’s cousin Carris didn’t resemble him this much.
Who was this man?