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Reaper 336

    Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath


    Chapter 336 Roses and Thorns


    <b>Leslie’s </b>POV


    <b>31 </b>


    Finished


    Mch handed me a long box with a fawning smile. “Good morning, Leslie. Kirby picked this out for you himself. Just flew in from overseas. He hopes you’ll like it.”


    Before I could say a word, he flipped open the lid. Insidey a bouquet of crimson roses, vivid as spilled blood, jeweled with morning dew, so extravagant it almost hurt the eyes.


    At the headquarters‘ entrance, employees passing by couldn’t help sneaking nces.


    Kirby’s intention was obvious–he wanted the whole world to see, to im me as his own.


    I sneered. Dream on.


    I didn’t take it. My gaze stayed cool as I looked at Mch. “No need. Take it back.”


    He rubbed his hands together, eyes narrowing in a sly smile. “Leslie, even though you moved out of Bloodrock Estate, some deliveries are still arriving there. I’ve been collecting them for you…”


    I blinked. I’d nearly forgotten. Back at Bloodrock, I really had ordered a bunch of useless things.


    Maybe Mch was more reliable than he looked.


    My tone softened slightly. “Thanks.”


    He waved quickly, smiling even wider. “Don’t mention it! But such fine roses should only belong to someone as fine as you. If you don’t take them, wouldn’t all that beauty go to waste?”


    Asphodel burst outughing. “Ha! What a bootlicker! Leslie, he’sying it on thicker than honey! Why not take the roses, then toss them in the trash to spite Kirbyter?”


    I couldn’t hold back a smirk. I epted the box, saying lightly, “Just this once. Don’t make a habit of it.”


    Only for Mch’s sake did I avoid being harsher.


    Asphodel huffed. “You’re too soft! Though… shame to waste the roses. They’d make decent decoration.”


    I ignored the chatter and carried the box into the building.


    <b>Kirby’s </b>POV


    <b>18:55 </b>Mon<b>, </b><b>Sep </b>22


    …


    31


    Chapter 336 Roses and Thorns


    Finished


    Through the car window, I kept my eyes fixed on the Rogue Pack entrance. Mch returned from Leslie, slipping into the car with a grin.


    I raised an eyebrow, suspicion in my voice. “She took them?”


    I’d seen her, cold as an iceberg, her eyes cutting like frost. Yet in the next instant, her demeanor had softened, so pliant it didn’t make sense.


    Too quick a shift.


    Mch nodded. “Yes.”


    Relief flooded me, curling into a satisfied smile.


    The humiliation of yesterday’s rejection dissolved in an instant, reced by a rush of confidence.


    Leslie, you do care about me.


    In high spirits, I patted the seat. “Tomorrow, I’ll deliver them myself.”


    Mch stiffened, stammering. “You’re… very busy, sir.”


    I nced at him coolly. “I have time for this.”


    He wanted to warn me off, but I didn’t care.


    Leslie epted my roses. That was a sign.


    The mint edge of my pheromones sharpened, restless, pushing me to press harder.


    But before the driver could even start the car, he muttered, “Huh. Another flower delivery?”


    I frowned, following his gaze–and my eyes narrowed.


    What?


    Leslie hadn’t yet stepped into the building. Another figure had trotted up to her, arms full of


    white roses.


    The bouquet glowed with a quiet purity, fresh and unassuming–the opposite of my zing


    red.


    The little pup from Gold Pack bounded over, smiling with all the guileless joy of a puppy.


    Leslie paused, then chuckled, her tone teasing. “Such a simple blessing.”


    Chapter 336 Roses and Thorns


    A


    <b>31 </b>


    Finished


    She took the white roses and ruffled Eren’s curly hair, her eyes softening in a way that mmed against my chest.


    Adler.


    Only he would choose that kind of flower. Gentle, humble, fake as ever.


    My mint pheromones roiled hotter, anger searing inside me.


    <i>That </i>bastard even sent his son to steal the scene.


    Leslie smiled warmer still, took the boy’s hand, and walked inside. She handed my red roses to security to discard, carrying only the white bouquet upstairs.


    The sight cut into me like a de.


    My face darkened, storm clouds heavy enough to drip water.


    “Adler’s son,” I hissed, “just as detestable as his father.”


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