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Chapter 350 The Dinner Game

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 I sat across from Leslie, her father Lars, and her brother Thorbane. Beyond the window, the city stretched in a glittering sea of lights.

 On the surface, the atmosphere was warm, even casual. But beneath it, Lars’s gaze pressed like an undertow–subtle, probing, impossible to ignore.

 When he brought up Eren, his smile held no warmth. It was a test, cloaked in fatherly concern. I wasn’t na?ve enough to miss it.

 Thorbane’s fork faltered for the briefest instant. Leslie’s posture tightened, though she masked it well with her usual poised elegance.

 I didn’t take Lars’s words to heart. He was the king of Rogue Pack, and Leslie his treasured daughter–a princess in every sense. His warning wasn’t truly for me; it was a reminder of the borders around her.

 My pheromones stirred faintly, but I kept my expression soft. My eyes slid toward Leslie. She was calmly focused on her te, cutting her fish with a precision almost reverent—exactly like Thorbane.

 I couldn’t help a quietugh in my chest. Brother and sister, as alike as two mirrors.

 Then Lars spoke again, smooth yet sharp: “You and Leslie are friends. Surely you can help keep an eye out for someone suitable for her? We can’t just leave her alone, can we?”

 His false smile was polished into art. I noticed Thorbane’s fingers twitch, though he quickly masked it, chewing leisurely as though detached from the conversation.

 Leslie didn’t even nce up. Her pinewood pheromones remained steady andposed. She was used to this.

 Lars’s protectiveness was nothing new. His skill at testing people was as sharp as his ws.

 I let out an easyugh, words light yet chosen with care. “With Leslie’s qualities, suitors won’t becking. But truthfully, very few could ever match her.”

 I paused deliberately, met Lars’s eyes, and added with respectful weight, “In my view, Leslie thrives best in the warmth of her family. With you and all of Rogue Pack treating her like a princess, no outsider–no matter how suitable–could everpare.”

 The words struck home. Lars’s eyes lit, and he nodded repeatedly, as though I’d just handed him a gift. “Exactly! Our whole family indulges her. If she’s happy, we’re happy.”

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 Beneath the geniality, the message was steel: Leslie was Rogue Pack’s heiress, its untouchable

 core.

 Thorbane still didn’t look up, still focused on his meal, his pheromones as steady as a rock. I sighed inwardly. Suchposure ran deep in this family.

 The Rogue Pack’s bond was rare in our world. No backstabbing, no schemes–just a quiet, unshakable unity.

 I couldn’t help but envy it.

 Lowering my gaze, I smiled faintly and lifted a piece of fish with my fork. “I couldn’t agree more. Families like this are all too rare.”

 Lars chuckled, clearly pleased with my answer. The tension at the table broke like a storm passing, leaving calm skies behind.

 My wolf, me, snorted in my head. Adler, you’re ying a dangerous game with this old wolf. Sweet talk like that–don’t overdo it.

 I raised my ss, sipping casually, eyes drifting toward Leslie.

 She lifted her gaze briefly, her face unreadable. But I caught it–the quick flicker of a smile at the corner of her mouth.

 The rest of the meal unfolded in lighthearted rhythm. Lars shared stories of fishing, Thorbane slipped in his dry humor, and Leslie’s sharp remarks earnedughter more than once.

 I matched their tone easily, warm but never presumptuous.

 This dinner wasn’t just hospitality—it was a stage, and Lars was watching every move I made. I had to tread carefully, never letting him see an opening.

 But when Leslieughed at her brother’s joke, her pinewood scent mingling with the night air, a strange warmth stirred in me.

 She was dazzling–razor–sharp, untouchable, yet irresistibly maic. And no matter how dangerous the game, I found myself drawn closer.

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