Chapter 338 Knives in the Air
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
Finished
Belle’s shrill voice sliced through the restaurant like ss being scored by a de. My ears rang, and even the other diners turned to stare.
Was this woman insane?
I gave her a nce. Amelia stood beside her, quiet as a tame ostrich, but I didn’t miss the sh of excitement and resentment in her eyes.
Asphodel snorted in my head. “Well, well. Why is it we can’t go anywhere without running into this muddle–headed old she–wolf<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Belle realized she’d gone too far and quickly smoothed her expression, but I could feel her resentment simmering.
Her eyes darted over Adler and Eren, no doubt hoping to pick out some w to throw at me.
But she was disappointed.
As Gold Pack’s alpha and heir, Adler and his son were impable in dress, manner, and bearing.
Still, Belle couldn’t resist perching on her elder’s pedestal, her tone sour. “I must have been mistaken, Leslie. This one here… is he
your mate?”
I finished peeling a shrimp slowly, elegantly set it into little Eren’s bowl, then turned my head toward her. My voice was as cold as ice. “Do you know him well enough to need an introduction?<b>” </b>
Belle’s face darkened at once, choked into silence.
Amelia tugged gently at her sleeve, whispering, “Luna, don’t disturb Leslie’s date. Let’s move over there.”
She looked meek, but her cloying pheromones betrayed the lie.
“This Omega thinks having a mate means she won’t have to fight her for Kirby anymore,” Asphodel muttered, nose twitching.
<i>Even </i><i>without </i><i>a </i><i>mate</i><i>, </i><i>I’d </i><i>never </i><i>fight </i><i>her </i><i>over </i><i>him</i>, I shot back along our link.
Belle patted Amelia’s hand and sneered. “Leslie, if you’ve got a mate, then hurry up and move your things out of Bloodrock Estate. Stop throwing your pheromones around Kirby. In the end,
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Chapter 338 Knives in the Air
you’ll still get nothing.”
My smile sharpened, cold enough to cut.
Asphodel growled. “This hag’s mouth stinks worse than atrine. Leslie, shut her up.”
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Finished
I hadn’t opened my mouth yet when Adler gave a shortugh. His voice was calm but edged with frost. “Leslie has standards. She doesn’t step on just any ship–especially sinking ones. They’re not worthy of her feet.”
The air froze solid.
Belle flushed red, shrieking, “Who asked you to speak?”
Adler let his sandalwood–scented pheromones roll out, unhurried as he picked up a wet wipe and cleaned his fingers. “Certainly not you.”
The weight of an alpha’s presence made Belle’s legs tremble. She nced at Adler in shock, then quickly changed the subject. “Fine, whatever. Leslie, you’ve heard, haven’t you? Our Kirby is holding a mate–marking ceremony. Something you never got to experience. Oh, but you could always hold one of your own with this alpha here—child and all…”
Her gaze slid to Eren. The boy red back with round eyes, lips pursed in outrage.
My eyes went t and cold as my voice cut like shards of ice. “Luna Belle should focus on her own life.”
Eren didn’t understand the hidden barbs, but seeing his father angry was enough. He huffed and shouted, “Muse is a princess! Old witch, you can’t bully the princess!”
Belle sneered. “She’ll be your vicious stepmother someday!”
Both Adler and I stiffened, our expressions darkening, the air between us dropping to freezing.
Amelia stayed silent, clearly sensing the gunpowder in the air.
I’d had enough. Picking up my phone, I scrolled to Kirby’s number and dialed.
The call rang once before he answered, his voice startled and thrilled. “Leslie?”
I switched on speaker, my tone icy. “Kirby, the moment Rogue Pack and Crimson Moon Pack ease tension, you rush to tear the mask away. Is this your formal deration of war against both Rogue Pack and Gold Pack?”
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Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath