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I nced back toward the lounge. The gigolos wore masks of calm, but the cracks showed- some lowered their heads, some feigned indifference. None gave away who had tipped off the
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At the door, the reporters pressed harder, voices sharp and relentless. “Is this about the models‘ careers or is it some secret party?”
They circled like sharks that had scented blood.
Am held her ground at the threshold, her expression thunderous. “This is pack business. Nothing will be disclosed now. You’ll hear everything at a proper press conference!”
She already had her phone out, likely summoning the club’s security to clear the hall. I caught the edge of her pheromones–anxious, simmering with anger.
She muttered under her breath, “Where on earth did these reporters slip in from?”
But the hyenas kept snapping. “We want to interview those inside! Let theme out!”
“Yes, let them out!” another echoed, smug with provocation.
I drew a steadying breath, reined in Asphodel’s rising snarl, and stepped forward with a calm, practiced smile.
In my head, she hissed, “Chattering ants. You’re really going to entertain them?”
“Quiet,” I answered. “I know what I’m doing.”
The cameras shed, microphones thrust toward me. I let my voice cut through, clear and steady. “This is only an initial meeting. We’re preparing a talent program, inviting renowned models from here and abroad. But it’s still confidential. I hope you’ll understand that I can’t share more for now.”
My words carried weight, measured authority that settled over the room.
Asphodel scoffed inside me. “Wasted breath.”
Still, I felt the pressure case. The reporters‘ frenzy dulled, some already scribbling notes, their tone no longer so bold.
Behind me, Am exhaled, the tension in her pheromones fading.
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<b>Yet </b>one reporter dared push again. “Leslie, which model here do you favor most<b>?</b><b>” </b>
I <b>paused</b>, then allowed a faint smile to curve my lips. “All of them.”
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The room broke into uneasyughter. They knew I’d given them nothing, and none wanted to push against me harder. They weren’t foolish enough to provoke Rogue Pack—or the Lycan Court standing behind it.
“Then we’ll look forward to the new program!” they muttered as they scattered, leaving the doorway blessedly quiet.
Turning back, I met Am’s gaze. Our expressions matched–calm on the surface<b>, </b>cold beneath.
She inclined her head, wordless agreement passing between us. Someone had leaked this. And that debt would be collected.
Asphodel roared in my chest. “Find the traitor, Leslie! Let me shred them!”
The tension lifted inside. Eric pped his chest with relief, his face pale. “That nearly killed me.”
Astrid clung to my arm, her voice whiny with irritation. “Next time pick a different ce. These reporters are the worst.”
I curled my lips faintly. “And you never learn.”
She snorted, dismissive, as if none of this mattered.
I let it drop. Am was already on the phone with the agents of the models, her tone clipped and merciless as she demanded silence from their clients. She’d hunt down the leak with ruthless efficiency.
The night wind bit cool against my skin as I pulled my coat tighter, thest to leave the lounge.
<b>Just </b>as I reached the car, a voice called softly behind me. “Leslie…”
<b>I </b>turned instinctively, my chest jolting.
That face<b>–</b>Carl? Not Kirby, no, the scent was wrong. None of Kirby’s cutting mint. But the uncanny resemnce hit me hard.
Carl stepped closer, shielding me from the car roof as he opened the door with a courteous smile<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>It’s </b>an honor to meet you. Safe travels.”
I forced my lips into a thin, polite smile. “Thank you.”
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Sliding into the car, I shut the door.
The instant thetch clicked, Asphodel’s voice curled darkly in my mind. “His scent doesn’t lie, Leslie. Don’t let that face fool you.”
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