he Alpha Princess’s Wrath

    Chapter 176 Broken Lines

    Leslie’s POV

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    Kirby’s expression was frozen, his face tight, his eyes like ice.

    Athena’s little scheme had been exposed, but of course she wasn’t going to admit it.

    Panicked, she turned to Kirby. “Of course not. I really didn’t mean to.”

    Her eyes were turning red, the perfect picture of pitiful.

    Finished

    “Leslie, I know you look down on fringe Pack wolves like us, but did you have to insult me like this?”

    Iughed. “Insult you? Sure. Go ahead and take it as an insult, Athena.”

    I didn’t bother looking at her again.

    What a waste of time.

    I stepped forward.

    Kirby was still standing there, lips pressed in a firm line, his face dark, a crease between his brows.

    I moved closer and caught the scent of cedar on him–cold and sharp, with a faint trace of wine.

    He didn’t flinch.

    I reached out and touched the spot on his chest where the wine had soaked through, raising a brow slightly.

    We were close–so close I could hear his heartbeat.

    “Alpha, shouldn’t you be changing your jacket by now…”

    Before I could finish, Kirby grabbed my wrist. His Alpha pressure surged like a cold tide under the moon and pulled me into the lounge beside us.

    The door mmed shut behind us. He pinned me against the wall, one hand braced by my side. His cedar scent was overwhelming, pressing in with the full force of an Alpha’s aggression.

    “Kirby, what the hell are you doing?” I red at him, ws stretching from my fingertips.

    Chapter 176 Broken Lines

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    Finished

    Asphodel roared, i“/iiThis /iiCrimson /iiMoon /iiPack /iiAlpha /iihas /iilost /iihis /iimind/ii! /iiLeslie/ii, /iish /iihim/ii—/iitear /iihis face /iiopen/ii!/ii” /i

    His eyes were des, locked on mine. “I’m making sure you see for yourself that the ‘little show‘ you were expecting isn’t going to happen.”

    Before I could respond, he unfastened his jacket and stripped off the wine–stained fabric right in front of me, tossing it onto a chair. Then he yanked off his tie, loosened his shirt buttons, and revealed his corbone and throat–his every movement wild and untamed, brimming with wolfish energy. The cedar scent turned sharp and provocative.

    My pupils contracted. My heart pounded like a wolf pack in full chase. Asphodel snarled, i“/iLeslie, idon’t /iifall /iifor this/i. iHe /iihurt /iiyou /iithree /iiyears /iiago/ii–/iidon’t /iiforget /iiit/ii!/i”

    I snapped coldly, “Alpha, impressive performance. But it has nothing to do with me.”

    “Nothing to do with you?” His voice was rough, touched with a low wolf growl–like ia /iwounded lone wolf.

    Suddenly, he leaned in and cupped my face, then crashed his lips down on mine. His cedar scent tangled with the faint scent of wine, wild and desperate. The kiss was both familiar and foreign, dragging me back to a longing from three years ago.

    My mind went nk. My wolf instincts almost pulled me under. But a secondter, fury swept in, sharp as moonlight.

    My wsshed out and tore across his face, slicing skin clean open. Blood welled up from the gashes.

    Asphodel roared, “iThat’s /iiright/ii! /iiLet /iihim /iiknow /iithe /iiRogue /iiPack /iiqueen’s /iipride /iican’t /iibe /iivited/ii!/i”

    “Kirby!” I shoved him off me, rage boiling through my pheromones. “You think a few gifts give you the right toy a hand on me? If you want a casual fling, go find one of the many Omegas outside!”

    He clutched the wounds on his face, but his gaze only darkened. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you,”

    Asphodel howled, i“/iiLies/i! iHe’s /iitrying /iito /iichain /iiyou /idown with old feelings–don’t fall for it!”

    My chest burned like ws had ripped it open. The pain of old wounds bled fresh. “Kirby, our mate bond was broken a long time ago. You destroyed everything we had. And now you try to humiliate me with a kiss?”

    I drew a sharp breath, holding back my wolf’s roar.

    “I’m not your fated mate anymore. I never will be again. Stay the hell away from my territory.”

    Chapter 176 Broken Lines

    I shoved open the door and walked out without looking back.

    The door mmed shut behind me, scaling off his voice.

    “Happy birthday, Leslie.”