Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath
Chapter 358 The Dogged Pursuit
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
After lunch, I drove Carl to the
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He slouched low, sulking, but the second he got in the car his face shifted into his “Rogue de” persona, cold and aloof. “Nothing happening in the Pack?”
Iughed. “Thorbane can handle it.”
At thepany, Michael didn’t expect us to show up together.
Carl sprawled on the sofa like some spoiled lord, flippingzily through a script. As Lars’s third son, acting was nothing more than a hobby for him, an excuse to mingle with actresses. No one expected him to be dedicated.
I only came along to kill time, but word spread fast. Someone had already rushed over the moment they heard I was there.
Michael’s assistant knocked. “Carl says he has something important to discuss<b>.” </b>
The name made me pause.
Him? I had been so busy I’d nearly forgotten about him.
He used to message me constantly, all sweet concern. I never replied, and eventually he gave up. Why pop back now?
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Before I could excuse myself, Michael nodded for him toe in.
No chance to dodge.
I shot Michael a look. He shrugged, innocent. Carl sat back, amused, pretending he didn’t exist.
The door opened. He stepped in with feigned surprise. “Leslie, you’re here too?”
His performance–impressive. Almost professional.
I gave him a polite smile, my tone t. “Carl, you’vended a lot of ad dealstely, haven’t you?”
He nodded eagerly, grinning like a kid begging candy. “All thanks to you. I’ve missed you!”
His fingers brushed my sleeve, overly familiar, making my skin crawl.
Missed me? I sneered inside. Those ad deals were scraps other people had refused–long hours
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But he looked so happy I didn’t bother to puncture his bubble.
Michael’s lips twitched. He probably knew exactly how worthless those deals were.
Carl was oblivious, still smiling. “Leslie, how about dinner with me?”
rms red in my head. Dinner? He wanted the paparazzi to snap us together?
I shook my head. “I need to drop Carl off at the setter. No time. Next time.”
His eyes
lit up. “Rogue de‘ is shooting already?”
I gave Carl a nce and nodded. “Still confidential.”
Excitement lit his face like fire. “Can you get me a role?”
A role?
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Carl and Michael both stayed silent. We all knew Carl’s face fit only one character–Kirby. Anything else was a stretch.
I smiled. “Sure. Join in.”
It would be a small part. Whether it survived editing or not, one word from me was enough.
Carl practically bounced with joy, but when I shot him a cold look, he shrank back, embarrassed.
On set, he turned into my eager servant, carrying fruit, fetching water, fussing over whether I was tired.
Michael and Carl had already arrived. Carl trailed behind me like a shadow, radiating self- importance, as though he was a heartbeat away from stardom.
Michael whispered with the director, and soon someone came to escort Carl away to assign him a role.
I sank into the chair the crew had provided, eyes on myptop screen. My fingers flew over the keyboard, hammering out replies to a mountain of emails from Pack leaders.
Kirby’s social post had been a disaster. The news spread like wildfire, and even the slow ones were now sending questions. “Leslie, is Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha’s post a sign of reconciliation?”
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“Does a union between Rogue Pack and Crimson Moon Pack mean a new bnce for the northern continent?<b>” </b>
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My pine pheromones rose sharp and restless, but I forced myself calm, repeating the same line again and again. “No marking. No n to renew the pact.”
Kirby, you bastard, you owe me an exnation.
I rubbed my temples and finally hit send on thest email. Relief washed over me.
Leaning back, I let my eyes drift to the overcast sky outside the window.
I didn’t notice when a shadow appeared beside me. A small fan waved softly, stirring the air.
I arched a brow and turned.
Carl.
In the middle of winter, fanning me? His mind really worked in strange ways.
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