the Alpha Princess’s Wrath


    Chapter 317 Enemy Dered


    Kirby’s POV


    +8 Pearls


    Morning at Bloodrock Estate reeked of unrest. My head still throbbed fromst night’s liquor, the echoes of that cursed gathering buzzing in my skull.


    Their words wouldn’t leave me–those smug “advises,” the whispers about Leslie, hammered into me like nails.


    All I wanted was silence. Instead, trouble came knocking.


    Mch’s knock was soft, almost timid, but it hit my ears like a gunshot.


    I yanked open the door, eyes dark as a storm. My voice was ice. “Speak.”


    He flinched, offering up his phone like a sacrifice. “Alpha, you should see this yourself…”


    I snatched it from him.


    The screen screamed with trending headlines.


    Leslie–standing beside that bastard Carl. The photo caught him holding her car door open, smiling like a gentleman. And that face–so damnably close to mine.


    Lance erupted inside me, fury shaking my bones. A <i>stand</i>–in?! <i>He </i><i>dares </i><i>steal </i><i>your </i><i>ce</i>? <i>Kirby</i><i>, </i><i>tear </i>him apart!


    I clenched my jaw, swallowing fire, scrolling further.


    Thements cut deeper than knives:


    “Looks just like Kirby. Leslie found herself a substitute. Pathetic.”


    “Kirby begged for her and still got thrown away. She’d rather pick a fake than him. Who’s at fault now?”


    “Poor Kirby. Rogue Pack’s princess really does stand above it all.”


    Pity? Lies. They weren’t pitying me–they wereughing.


    The substitute paraded while the true Alpha was left in the shadows?


    I, Alpha of Crimson Moon Pack, reduced to a joke?


    Rage flooded my chest, sharp and sour, burning until I couldn’t breathe. Lance howled, savage.


    11:03 <b>Sat</b><b>, </b><b>Sep </b>20


    Chapter 317 Enemy Dered


    <i>Leslie </i><i>is </i><i>yours</i><i>! </i><i>These </i><i>ants </i><i>dare </i>mock <i>you</i><i>? </i><i>Crush </i><i>them</i><i>! </i>


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    +8 Pearls


    The phone slipped from my grip, shattering against the floor. ss sprayed across the carpet.


    Mch nced at the wreckage, something like pity shing in his eyes, but he held his tongue.


    “Alpha… should we take action?” he asked carefully.


    My lips twisted into something closer to a snarl than a smile. “Erase the trending posts. Every single one. Not a trace left.”


    He nodded quickly, hurrying away to make the calls.


    But I knew deletion alone was worthless.


    Leslie’s name, Carl’s face–it was already etched into the gossip. And me? I was cast as the discarded fool.


    My pulse pounded with rage when the phone buzzed again.


    Leiss.


    I answered, my silence colder than steel.


    “Kirby,” he rushed, his tone wheedling, “I’ve got news, but don’t get angry, alright?”


    “Who,” I cut him off, “was the fool meddling online?” My voice carried the weight ofmand, Alpha pressure spilling down the line until even silence seemed to crack.


    Leiss froze, then forced augh. “So you know… Anderson. From Landslide Pack.”


    Lance roared inside me. <i>Anderson</i><i>?! </i><i>That </i><i>idiot </i><i>dared </i><i>meddle </i><i>with </i><i>your </i><i>name</i>? <i>Break </i>him<i>! </i>


    My eyes narrowed, the fury inside me sharpening to a deadly edge.


    Anderson. That self–righteous pest thought he was helping me–posting photos, “rifying” it wasn’t me. In truth, he’d made me look like a coward, throwing Leslie to the wolves just to save face.


    Unforgivable.


    “Exin,” I ordered, voice like des scraping together.


    Leiss stammered. “He posted it first. Said it wasn’t you. I wanted to smooth it over,


    but-”


    I ended the call with a snap.


    11:03 <b>Sat</b><b>, </b><b>Sep </b><b>20 </b>


    Chapter 317 Enemy Dered


    The storm in my mind went cold, crystalline.


    <b>75 </b>


    +8 Pearls


    I strode downstairs, words cutting through the air, calm yet lethal. “Announce it. From this moment, Landslide Pack is our enemy. Make it official.”


    Mch stiffened, stunned. Dering an entire pack hostile wasn’t a small move. But after a breath, he bowed quickly. “Yes, Alpha.”


    A cruel smile touched my lips. Lance purred low, satisfied. <i>Yes</i>, <i>Kirby</i><i>. </i>Show <i>them </i><i>what </i><i>it </i><i>means </i>to <i>provoke </i><i>you</i>.


    Anderson. Landslide Pack. And that pitiful shadow who dared leech off Leslie’s fame—Carl.


    None of them would escape.


    Leslie was my mate. Even if she hated me now, even if she fled from me, I would never allow her name to be stained.


    One by one, I would erase them.


    And when the dust settled, everyone would remember: Crimson Moon’s Alpha does not forgive.


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