Chapter 177 A Queen Among Wolves

    Leslie’s POV

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    As I descended the stairs, Eric slipped out of the shadows and let out a breath. “I thought one of those Crimson Moon Pack alphas had dragged you off! Then again, you’re the one who drags people off, aren’t you?”

    I shot him a look and reined in my pheromones, walking down the stairs in my heels withposed elegance.

    Athena trailed after me, her tea–scented pheromonesced with a fragile, fake softness. “Leslie, is Alpha… is he okay?”

    I let out a coldugh, my ws extending ever so slightly as I gave her a sideways nce. “Curious? Go sniff the scent of blood for yourself.”

    Her face stiffened, the tea scent trembling in the air as panic flickered in her eyes.

    Eric frowned and asked in a low voice, “Why’s your cousin’sst name Darkmoon? Shouldn’t she be from the Rogue Pack like you?”

    “Her mother married my second uncle,” I said carelessly. “She’s a mixed–blood Omega from a fringe n. Bloodline’s impure. She’s not true Rogue Pack royalty.”

    Athena’s expression froze. Clearly, it still stung.

    I couldn’t be bothered with her any longer. I’d just stepped into the banquet hall when Thorbane and Carl closed in on me.

    Thorbane’s ice–pine pheromones weighed down like frost, while Carl smiled with a wicked edge, his wolf aura leaking just beneath the surface.

    “What do you two want?” I frowned. Asphodel let out a low growl. “They’re going after Eric! Leslie, let them teach him a lesson!”

    Carl blocked my path, grinning. “Don’t worry about it. We just want to have a little chat with Eric. About those roses and fireworks.”

    Eric’s face paled as he looked to me for help. “Leslie,e on, you’ve gotta step in!”

    I looked away and gave a coldugh. “Fine. I won’t step in.”

    My good mood had already been ruined by Kirby’s kiss. My wolf was still howling in rage. I had

    no interest in this nonsense.

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    Chapter 177 A Queen Among Wolves

    Thorbane’s eyes were iceb–/bcold. “Eric, you’re close with our little sister, but roses aren’t something you give out lightly.”

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    Carl chuckled, the glint in his eye pure wolf cunning. “Our little sister is going to be the Wolf Queen. She doesn’t have time for mate contracts. Not happy with that? Challenge me. Let’s see whose ws are sharper.”

    Eric’s smile twisted at the edges. “Rx. I’ll keep my feelings buried deep.”

    Carl scoffed. “Shut up. Your pheromones stink.”

    I turned and walked away. I had no interest in watching another wolf pack squabble.

    bKirby’s /bPOV

    In the lounge, I pressed a hand to the w marks on my face. The stinging pain burned hot, the scent of blood tangled with cedarwood pheromones in the air. Lance growled in my head. “Kirby, you messed up again! She used her ws on you–what more do you expect?”

    My fists clenched. My chest felt like it had been torn open by wolf ws. Her coldness was like a de under moonlight, cutting thest of my delusions to pieces. Three years ago, I thought she was just a weak Omega who destroyed our mate bond with her own hands. Now she’s the queen of the Rogue Pack–ws sharp, presence unmatched. And me… I’m nothing but ia /ipitiful failure.

    Outside the banquet hall, fireworks still burst in the sky, lighting up Leslie’s face. She had epted my “Moon’s Tear,” the “Wolffang Belt,” the “Bloodoath de.” But she hadn’t shown even a flicker of emotion.

    Eric’s broses/b. Athena’s tea–scented provocations. Liana’s jealous pheromones… Tonight’s banquet was like a Moon Goddess hunt, every wolf eyeing her light. And me, I could only stand in the shadows and watch her slip farther and farther away.

    Lance growled low. “iGive /iiit /iiup/i, iKirby/i. iHer /iiwolf already /iileft /iiyou /iibehind/i.i” /i

    “No.” I gritted my teeth, eyes zing with wild fire. “She’s my fated mate. Even if I have to risk everything–Crimson Moon Pack and all–I’ll win her back.”

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