<b>Mch’s </b>POV


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    Finished


    I stood in the corner of the office, clutching the soup bowl so tightly my palms were slick with


    sweat.


    Amelia’s presence had ruined what little good mood Kirby had left. His eyes were dark and cold, and even I, standing off to the side, felt my knees weaken.


    And still, Amelia kept babbling, analyzing “risks” as if her words could sway Kirby.


    I nearlyughed. Was this woman brainless? Kirby was Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha. He didn’t need advice from an Omega of another pack. Her little schemes were as transparent to him as ss.


    I stole a nce at her. She was still talking, bringing up how Marcus Alpha had told her to linger in Kirby’s presence, to build a connection, hinting she’d be a better fit than Leslie as Crimson Moon Pack’s Luna.


    I almost choked.


    Her? Compared to Leslie?


    She wasn’t even fit to touch the dust under Leslie’s feet. But the way she carried herself, so full of false confidence, she truly seemed to believe Marcus’s nonsense.


    The air in the office turned heavy and still, cold enough to burn.


    Kirby’s gaze was razor–sharp as he looked her over, fingers brushing his brow with a motion that carried a careless, dangerous edge.


    My stomach dropped. She was finished.


    Sure enough, Amelia’s eyes flickered with unease, sensing the change,


    Kirby gave a soft, mockingugh, his voice cial. “Miss Amelia, is Wave Pack’s business so scarce that you’ve stretched your hand into Crimson Moon Pack’s?”


    Her eyes twitched, panic shing across her face. She opened her mouth, but Kirby didn’t give


    her the chance.


    “Plenty of people want to be Crimson Moon Pack’s Luna,” he said coldly, “but I don’t go digging in the trash for one. Understand?<b>” </b>


    The wordsnded like knives, merciless.


    …


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    Finished


    Even I winced, teeth aching at the brutality. Amelia went white as paper, tears spilling freely down her cheeks.


    Whatever courage Wave Pack had fed her shattered to dust in that instant.


    She stood there exposed, trembling, stripped bare.


    Her lip quivered as she tried to cling to thest shred of dignity, but the tears kepting.


    She had just turned to flee when I spotted two figures at the door. I blurted without thinking, “Leslie, n, you’re here?”


    Amelia’s POV


    Leslie!


    Kirby didn’t spare me another nce. He rose at once and strode out of the office.


    I turned, meeting Leslie’s cool expression at the door. Her eyes slid over me without care, sharp as des.


    I clenched my jaw, fingers twisting the hem of my skirt until my knuckles whitened.


    It was like swallowing acid, bitter and sour.


    The frost in Kirby’s eyes melted the moment he saw her, reced by warmth–gentleness I had never once seen directed at me.


    Jealousy snaked up inside me like thorned vines. Still, I refused to slink away in defeat.


    No. Until Leslie and Kirby were truly wed, I still had hope.


    I was an Omega, yes–but I was also Wave Pack’s acknowledged daughter of an Alpha. Why shouldn’t Ipete?


    I drew a breath, masking my panic, and forced a delicate, pitiable smile. Turning to Mch, I asked softly, “Could I borrow Kirby’s room? Just to wash my face?”


    I lowered my posture, but in truth I was scheming: if I lingered longer, then when Leslie left and saw me emerging from Kirby’s office, she couldn’t possibly remain unmoved.


    Leslie was too proud. She would never stay indifferent.


    But Mch looked troubled, scratching his head. “That… isn’t possible. Kirby’s private quarters are strictly off–limits. Please use the restroom outside, Miss Amelia.”


    The words hit me like a bucket of cold water. My face went pale, then flushed blotchy red with


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    humiliation.


    Refused?


    Even a Beta like Mch dared to reject me outright.


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    Finished


    I forced a brittle smile, squeezing out a dry “Alright,” though my voice rasped like sand in the wind.


    I turned quickly, my steps unsteady, as though I had been skinned alive in front of them all.


    Shame and fury tangled in my chest. My teeth sank into my lip until I tasted blood.


    Kirby’s difference in treatment between Leslie and me left me with no illusion of victory.


    If winning Kirby was impossible, then I had only one option left: find another path.


    At the very least, I had to win something that would soften Wave Pack’s judgment when I crept back in disgrace.


    Send <b>Gifts </b>


    <b>。 </b>