Chapter 315 Misunderstandings


    Kirby’s POV


    +8 Pearls


    I sat in the corner of Leiss‘ bar, the dim light throwing shadows across my face, the amber liquid in my ss trembling with each restless twitch of my hand.


    Lance prowled inside me, snarling like a beast trapped in a cage, my mint pheromones leaking sharp and cold into the air.


    Theughter and chatter of the men around me grated against my ears. Their eyes carried both pity and schadenfreude.


    “Kirby, Leslie’s temper is harder than stone. Why don’t you just give up already?” one drawled, twirling his ss like he was lecturing a stubborn pup.


    My gaze cut to him, ice shing in my eyes.


    Lance roared in my mind. “Give up? That woman is your fated mate! These idiots know nothing!”


    <b>I </b>swallowed the fire wing at my chest, my voice grinding out low and harsh. “Impossible.”


    Give


    up


    Leslie? What a joke.


    She was mine–my mate. Even if she tore the bond apart, even if rumors spread of her and that bastard Adler, she belonged only to me.


    I sneered, downing the ss in one swallow. The burn of liquor did nothing to quench the ze raging inside.


    Another self–styled expert leaned in, smug. “Kirby, you should ignore her. y it cold. Women -chase them too hard, and you just look pathetic.”


    Leiss had the nerve <i>to </i>nod along, waggling his brows. “Exactly! y aloof! Do you even know what people are saying? That you’re ready to marry into Rogue Pack, licking Leslie’s boots for a way back in!”


    “Marry in?” My grip crushed against the ss, knuckles white.


    Lance’s roar shook my skull. “Who dares nder you? Rip their tongues out!”


    The mint of my pheromones burst cold and suffocating, freezing the air around me.


    The others fell silent, fear edging into their stares.


    11:02 <b>Sat</b><b>, </b><b>Sep </b>20


    Chapter 315 Misunderstandings


    (75)


    +8 Pearls


    Marry into Rogue Pack? Bold words from cowards. Whoever dared spread that filth—I would burn them with Crimson Moon’s fury until they begged for death.


    Sensing the shift, Leiss forced augh, patting my shoulder. “Rx, Kirby, we’ll deal with Adler for you.”


    I snorted, eyes narrowing at him.


    Adler. That old wolf of Gold Pack, his sandalwood pheromones heavy as stone, his schemes. sharper than des. These pups couldn’t take him on even if he lent them one hand.


    I didn’t waste words. I drank again, but my gaze drifted, unbidden, to thoughts of Leslie–her cold, proud face carved into my mind.


    Leslie’s POV


    The morning had barely broken, but my phone buzzed endlessly before I’d even opened my


    eyes<b>. </b>


    Asphodel growled with irritation. “Who dares disturb you this early? Tear them apart!”


    I rubbed my temples, nced at the screen. Astrid. Who else would it be?


    I answered, my voice still rough with sleep. “What is it?”


    “Leslie, disaster! You’re trending again!” Astrid’s voice was high and panicked, like her tail was on fire. “We thought everyone leftst night, but Carl stayed behind–and he said goodbye to you. Someone snapped photos. Everyone thinks it was Kirby, thinks you two reconciled! Then Kirby’s friends denied it, and now Carl’s identity is exposed!”


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