Chapter 360 The Price of Pride
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My eyes locked on her face, every fine line etched in ice. That cool, cutting stare made it hard to breathe. Her pine–scented pheromones drifted in the air, sweet yet sharp, like hooks digging into my nerves.
“Heading to a hotel to rest?” My voice was low, rasped raw, forced through my throat.
I was holding back everything, fighting not to let her see the monster jealousy had turned me into.
But I couldn’t control it. Seeing that face–so much like mine–lean close to her had been like a wolf’s ws tearing straight through my chest.
Leslie didn’t answer. She only curved her lips in a faint smile. “You heard what I said. Besides, what I do now is none of your business, is it?”
Her calm voice was a de, slicing through the mask I wore.
If she wanted me to misunderstand, so be it.
At least then, I could force her to look at me.
But I would never step back.
What she did wasn’t my business?
No–she was wrong.
I would always have that right.
I stepped closer until my nose brushed her hair.
Her scent, sweet and sharp, rushed through me, setting my blood on fire.
“Leslie, you’d better keep away from him,” I warned, Alpha pressure dripping from my voice. “Otherwise I can’t promise what I’ll do.”
Before she could respond, I pressed a finger hard against her lips.
The motion was rough, almost violent, as if I could wipe away any trace of someone else.
Lance howled withughter in my mind. “Yes! If any other man dares touch her, you’ll go
-we both will!”
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Her brow tightened, her face cold as frost.
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That arrogant mask I’d worn for so long cracked apart. I couldn’t hide anymore. Not from her.
“What I do is my business,” she said coldly. “And what I do with him is our business.”
That word–our–hit like thunder, shattering thest of my control.
My gaze went ck. I grabbed her arm and mmed her back against the wooden beam behind her.
The noise of the set faded, leaving only the two of us locked in a silent war.
I pinned her eyes with mine, voice like ice. “Our business? You dare say that? He’s a cheap imitation, nothing but a counterfeit of me. Isn’t he just a substitute for what you still want?”
My heart pounded like war drums.
If he was her substitute for me, then at least it meant I was still in her heart.
And a copy could never outshine the original.
My jaw clenched, breath ragged, mint pheromones leaking uncontrobly, thick with rage.
Leslie lifted her gaze. Calm, mocking. “An Omega who’s gentle, polite, sunny, charming–how could he be your substitute?”
She paused, her voice cutting like a de. “Kirby, can you serve me like he does?”
Her words mmed into me. My chest locked.
Lose to that soft Omega? That flimsy counterfeit?
Lance roared in fury. “She’s baiting you! But damn it, her words burn–I’m going mad too!”
“Don’t provoke me, Leslie,” I growled, voice shaking with the strain of restraint. Every Alpha instinct screamed to im her, to crush her resistance,
She only gave a softugh, fanning the fire higher. “I meant every word.”
I snapped. In a heartbeat, I pulled her into my arms.
My lips crashed down on hers, hard, devouring, desperate.
I kissed her like a starving wolf, crushing her sweetness against me, demanding, taking, refusing
to let go.
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Her taste–sweet as honey–was mine. Always mine.
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I didn’t care who watched. The crew, the wolves sneaking nces–they could all go to hell.
I wanted to grind her into my very bones until nothing of her was left for anyone else.
Moon Goddess bear witness–I wanted this moment tost forever.
But pain tore through my lips.
Her eyes were cold, merciless, staring into me like ice.
She didn’t struggle, didn’t move. But her gaze was rejection itself, sharper than any mark.
Blood filled my mouth, but I kissed her harder. Even bleeding, I wouldn’t stop.
If it meant madness, then I would be mad until she answered me.
Yet her eyes flickered with scorn.
I faltered, breaking the kiss. My gaze roamed over her face.
Her lips were parted, red and lush like a flower in full fury, beautiful but untouchable.
For a moment, I lost myself. My fingers brushed her ear, voice low, hoarse. “I can serve you too.”
If only she’d let me.
I could be like that counterfeit, groveling at her feet, a ve if that was what she wanted.
Kirby, Alpha of Crimson Moon Pack, reduced to this? I didn’t care.
I only wanted Leslie.
Her pine pheromones wrapped around us, sweet yet biting cold.
She patted my cheek with calm cruelty, her smile sharp. “You don’t know how. Not like the ones I pay.”
She looked down at me like a queen, mocking, untouchable, grinding me underfoot.
My vision shook. My lips twisted into a broken smile. I cradled her face, eyes zing red— blood or tears, I couldn’t tell. “Then pay me. I’ll learn.”
I pressed my forehead to hers, voice trembling, pleading. “I’m cheap. Easy to train.”
My pride shattered, ground to dust beneath her feet.
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Lance was silent. Even he had no words.
Leslie, you’ve won.
Just–don’t throw me away.
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