hapter 167 Bait and Bite

    I held my wine ss steady as I sauntered toward the target, Asphodel pacing inside her ws scraping an itch across my heart.

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    my chestb, /b

    Kirby was there, loungingzily in his seat. Leiss sat beside him, along with another man.

    Ruben–Kirby’s friend. An alpha from a mid–tier pack.

    He’d been on my case ever since I joined the Crimson Moon Pack.

    Him? Astrid’s blind date? No way I’m letting him taint my sister.

    Leiss spotted me first and nudged Kirby excitedly. “Told you she’d show! Time to settle the score, right?”

    Kirby’s gaze locked onto mine–steady as a mountain, the heat of his alpha aura pressing against my chest until my heartbeat slipped out of rhythm.

    I shoved the reaction down. Asphodel growled a warning: iDon’t /iiget /iidistracted/i. iWe’re /iinot /iihere /ifor ihim/ii. /i

    I walked past Kirby, eyes zeroing in on Ruben as I offered him a sultry smile. “Ruben, drink with me?”

    The air snapped taut.

    Leiss looked like he’d seen a ghost, jaw practically unhinged.

    Kirby’s energy turned frigid, his alpha pressure slicing like ice, thick with the sour sting of jealousy.

    Ruben narrowed his eyes, wary as a wolf. “What the hell would I drink with you for?”

    My lips curled. “Nothing right now. Who knows aboutter?”

    Kirby’s stare burned into me, Lance roaring from the pit of his soul, his fury leaking into the air, sharp and pungent.

    Leiss stammered, “Uh, we should probably-”

    “No need,” I cut in, eyes still fixed on Ruben. “Ruben, can we talk? Alone?”

    Leiss was about to choke on his tongue. Kirby let out a growl so deep it shook the floor, his scent now reeking of possessive rage.

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    Ruben sneered. “What are you ying at, Leslie?”

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    I leaned in, voice dripping honey and challenge. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m into you.”

    All three faces exploded–Leiss looked like he’d been struck by lightning, Kirby’s fury turned ice–cold, and Ruben’s face twisted in pure horror like I’d sprouted horns.

    I grabbed Ruben’s arm and dragged him toward the crowd.

    He struggled, but it was toote–half the pack had already turned to gawk, gossip practically vibrating through the air.

    “You think I’m scared of you, little rogue brat?” Ruben growled, trying to shake me off.

    Iughed softly. “Scared? No. Blind? Maybe. If you’re Kirby’spdog, how good could you possibly be?”

    He shoved me–only to be yanked back by an iron grip.

    Kirby.

    Face like thunder, Lance’s presence rolling off him in waves of fury. “Since when are you two so close?” he growled, voice low and full of danger.

    I tilted my head, mockery in my tone. “Three years. He’s been trashing me for so long, I’d say we’re practically intimate.”

    Kirby’s re could freeze blood, Lance’s roars echoing just beyond my soul’s edge. That’s when Astrid popped up, waving her phone. “Leslie, phone call.”

    bI /bexhaled and let go, using it as my

    exit.

    She whispered, “Got it. Tie grab, Kirby charging in–perfect shot.”

    A smirk tugged at my lips, the weight in my chest lifting.

    Sister, nailed it.

    Kirby’s POV

    Leslie flirting with Ruben? Lance was howling in my chest, ws ripping through what little control I had left.

    She said she liked him–him, the alpha who never missed a chance to put her down! My blood surged, rage pounding behind my eyes. Even if our bond was already ashes, how could she… just toss me aside like that?

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    1 shoved Ruben away and went after her.

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    Finished

    She slipped out of my grip like it meant nothing, cold and distant, like I’d never existed in her world.

    Watching her walk off with Astrid, Lance’s howl reverberated through me: “iShe /iireally /idoesn’t iwant /ius ianymore/ii./i”

    The scar over my chest pulsed, the remnants of our bond stinging like it was mocking me.

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