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    Chapter 166 For the Pack and the Chaos

    bLeslie’s /bPOV

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    The ballroom was flooded with light, radiant and blinding. The air was thick with the scent of fur, pine, ambition–and the simmering hostility of gathered Packs.

    Eric’s voice cut through the crowd like a de,ced with Alpha arrogance.

    “Missed me?”

    I shed a cold smile, baring a hint of fang. In my chest, Asphodel growled low and coiled tight.

    “iTry /iime/ii, /iibrat/ii. /iiSee what /iihappens/i.”

    I was tempted to mention Liana–how her wolves had been sniffing around Rogue Pack’s borders like they were daring us to react. The whispers were growing in the western territories.

    But I swallowed the thought, taking a sip of my drink instead. The bitterness stung my throat.

    iAsphodel /iigrunted in /iiagreement/ii. /iWe had enough of our own problems.

    Just then, Astrid slipped away from a cluster of low–rank wolves and came to my side. Her fingers brushed my wrist, subtle but firm. “Leslie. I saw Kirby.”

    Her voice was low, taut with Windfang Pack’s usual fire.

    I stiffened. Even Asphodel’s fur seemed to bristle.

    Kirby’s appearance at this neutral–ground g wasn’t shocking. These kinds of gatherings were made for territorial diplomacy–Pack alliances, posturing, power ys.

    But his name still made something cold stir in

    my

    ribs.

    I didn’t want to see him. But I wasn’t afraid to, either.

    Astrid bit her lip, eyes twitching toward the far end of the room. “The guy next to him… that’s the one my mom’s forcing me to meet. For a marriage alliance.”

    I choked on my drink.

    Astrid? Arranged marriage?

    The heiress of Windfang Pack–untamable, wild, and proud–bowing to some outdated noble matchmaking?

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    And what about Thorbane?

    Eric’s eyes bulged wide like twin moons, already glinting with teasing delight.

    I shot him a murderous re. Down, mutt.

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    Astrid sighed, her ears twitching with frustration “My mom’s been relentless. I can’t stand him. But our elders are close to sealing the deal.”

    My jaw clenched. I felt a rush of protective instinct rise up like fire. My ws itched.

    Poor Thorbane. He had no idea the storm rolling toward him.

    Eric, meanwhile, smirked.

    “If our families forced ius /ito marry, I’d pay to see that drama.”

    I bared my teeth. “Asphodel was already halfway to lunging.*

    “How about no?”

    Astrid snarled right on cue. “Get lost.”

    That’s my girl.

    Eric cackled and retreated, only to be dragged off by a staggering Beta into a booze–fueled drinking contest. Good riddance.

    “Leslie,” Astrid grabbed my arm, eyes zing with battle–readiness, “I need your help.”

    “I want to help,” I said, frowning, “but…”

    This needed precision. A misstep could cause a Pack incident.

    Then her eyes gleamed. She leaned in and whispered her n.

    I nearly dropped my ss.

    This lunatic.

    She wanted me–to seduce her would–be fiancé. Just enough to stir scandal, tank the alliance, and force both sides to back off.

    “My reputation’s already hanging by a thread,” I hissed. “And you want me to set it on fire?”

    Astrid grinned, shameless. “That’s exactly why it has to be you. No one can touch you. You’re the Rogue Pack princess. You flirt with him, the whole agreement copses. Simple.”

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    I pinched the bridge of my nose.

    “You’re insane.”

    She tugged my arm like an impatient pup.

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    “Come on. Anyone else, their family would cover it up. But you? No one dares.”

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    I was still hesitating when Eric nced over, suspicious–but thankfully, a half–drunk Beta yanked him away, challenging him to a drink–off. He stumbled off, ego–first.

    I whispered “If this blows up-”

    “No one’s filming,” she said quickly. “Doesn’t need to be. Just let the wolves see.”

    The n was genius in its simplicity.

    Her fiancé would appear to betray the betrothal–openly making a move on ime/i. No Pack elder would tolerate such public disgrace. The deal would dissolve on its own.

    I exhaled hard and set down my ss.

    For Astrid. For Thorbane.

    To hell with it.

    I tossed my hair, adjusted my dress, and strode straight into chaos.

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