Chapter 359 The Shadow and the Wolf
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
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A twinge shot through my teeth, my pine–scented pheromones stirring. “Carl, what are you doing?”
He looked a little embarrassed but didn’t stop. “I don’t want you to feel ufortable.”
He lifted a te of freshly cut fruit, speared a piece of watermelon, and held it to my lips. “Leslie, try this?”
I pushed the te aside, my voice cool. “I don’t eat that. Thanks.”
Carl wasn’t discouraged. His smile lingered, soft and eager. “I really didn’t expect ‘Rogue de‘ to give me such an important role. Second male lead!”
My brows arched. A second male lead?
I had only intended to get him a small part for practice. When had it been upgraded?
Seeing no reaction from me, he pressed on. “I know it’s only because of you, Leslie. I don’t even know how to thank you.”
His face resembled Kirby’s, but that sly, simpering smile was like a god fallen into filth—wrong from every angle.
I turned away and smiled faintly. “Maybe they value your acting skills.”
Asphodel perked up instantly. <i>Carl’s </i><i>up </i><i>to </i><i>something </i><i>again, </i><b><i>for </i></b><i>sure</i><i>! </i>
Carl looked thrilled, sping his hands together as if swearing an oath. “I promise I won’t embarrass you!”
He lifted another piece of fruit to my lips. “Ah…”
I froze. Was he really trying <i>to </i>feed me? He wouldn’t relent, and with him crouching there like an insistent pup, I finally leaned down and bit off a piece, refusing to take another bite.
Carl beamed, eyes narrowed in delight. He crouched at my side like a loyal dog, chattering endlessly, filling the air with gossip and boasts. “Leslie, you know what? Last week some rookie tried to ride my poprity. The director chewed him out until he cried…”
I half–listened, letting his bragging wash over me, until a voice nearby rang out with respect. “Kirby, the fact that you’re here in person means this drama is bound to soar in ratings!”
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My chest tightened. I turned my head–and met those cold, cutting eyes.
Kirby stood under the caves across the way, his mint pheromones rolling toward me in suffocating waves.
How long had he been watching? His gaze was sharp as des, fixed on me and Carl.
Carl froze, his fan suspended in midair, smile stiff.
I arched a brow, my pine–scented pheromones rippling with irritation.
So, he’de to stake a im again?
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Asphodel snickered in my head. “Leslie, the jealous jar just spilled over! Look at him—he’s about ready to tear Carl apart!”
The mint pressure surged until Carl began to tremble. At this rate, he might actually wet himself.
As an Omega, no wonder he crumbled under an Alpha’s dominance.
To save what little face he had left, I gave him an out. “I’m tired. I’m going back to rest. You should get busy.”
Before I finished speaking, Carl bolted like a fugitive.
Kirby’s POV
I stood before Leslie, my mint pheromones storming through the air, edged with a cold I barely contained.
Her brows knitted, her sharp eyes cutting straight into me, and the wolf inside me howled to break loose.
But I couldn’t back down.
Not now.
Especially not after that damned imitation–Carl, that pathetic Omega clown–had been crouched at her side, feeding her fruit like some wagging mongrel.
Jealousy writhed inside me like a living vine, choking my chest, threatening to rip my heart out by its roots.
The pain was unbearable.
Lance roared in my head. “Kirby, you’re still holding back? You saw what that boy was after, and
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she let him! He sat at her side, touched her sleeve, fed her food. Yours she refuses, but his trash she bites?<b>” </b>
My throat tightened, fury wing up my chest.
Leslie, you know what he is–nothing but a shadow of me. Why let him near?
You cast aside the gift I brought you, yet you ept the ttery of a worthless substitute?
It wasn’t fair. Not fair at all.
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