Truthfully, I hadn’t cared to know what had been said between Kirby and Amelia in that office.
The only reason I came here today was because n asked me along.
He had business with Crimson Moon Pack and thought it would be a good chance for the three of us to sit down together.
We showed our faces outside Kirby’s office, then went straight to the meeting room.
Inside, n couldn’t resist teasing Kirby. “You never run out of admirers, but honestly, your tongue is so sharp–who could endure you?”
Kirby nced at me before replying tly, “If you pity her so much, take her back with you.”
n rubbed his nose awkwardly. “I already have a mate…”
I tapped the table and cut him off. “Enough nonsense. Why exactly did you drag me here?”
n coughed, then admitted, “It’s nothing serious. Just thought it’s been a while since we’ve had a meeting. Saw the chance, so…”
That’s it?
Asphodel yawnedzily in my head. “Obviously Kirby’s idea. That wolf would scheme up anything for a few extra minutes near you.”
Pointless. A waste of my time.
I nted a look at Kirby, then rose without hesitation. “If there’s nothing of substance, don’t waste our time.”
I gathered my things and moved to leave.
Kirby abruptly stood. “Eat with me.”
I didn’t even nce back. “I already have ns. Goodbye.”
n’s cough followed me out, muffled withughter.
<b>Mch’s </b><b>POV </b>
Once Amelia was sent off, I headed to the meeting room to report.
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Only Kirby and n were there now–Leslie was gone.
The air was heavy.
Kirby’s face was hard as ice, his silence pressing.
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Atst, his hand brushed his jaw, brows knotted. “Who did Leslie have ns with today?”
I froze, then exhaled carefully.
“With Wave Pack’s recent offense, plenty of their rivals are reaching out to Leslie.”
“What ce? Which people?” Kirby snapped, his patience gone.
I thought quickly, then answered, “Tonight she’s meeting several partners at Greenvalley Pub.”
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
Greenvalley Pub–what we called the Forbidden Zone.
It wasn’t officialw, but every strong pack respected it as neutral ground.
The air there was thick with fine liquor, expensive spices, and–heaviest of all–the tangled pheromones of dozens of powerful Alphas. The pressure alone could choke a lesser wolf.
I sat with several allied Alphas, negotiating terms to strip Wave Pack of their remaining advantages.
The talk was tedious, all naked exchanges of profit.
I grew restless and excused myself for air.
Liam, my Beta, started to follow, but I waved him back.
I was Rogue Pack’s Alpha. I didn’t need a guard dogging my heels here, not in this so–called sanctuary.
But <b>as </b>I walked down a corridorid with dark red carpet, a sound caught my ear.
A voice–deliberately hushed, trembling with false tears. A woman’s plea.
<b>I </b>stopped cold,
I knew both scents too well.
Amelia–Wave Pack’s fragile, scheming Omega.
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And John–the bloated, low–tier Alpha I had just stripped of Wave Pack’s trade rights.
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