bLeslie’s /bPOV

    Lyana was insane. She had to be.

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    Only someone truly deranged coulde up with something this vile.

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    Using a few filthy Omegas to leave their marks on me, recording it all with a camera? That wasn’t just an insult—it was a desecration of everything sacred to an Alpha. A vition that cut all the way down to the soul.

    “Kill her!” my wolf, Asphodel, roared from deep within me, pacing in a frenzy. “Leslie! Let me out! Let me rip out her throat and cleanse this insult to our royal blood with her own!”

    I stared into Lyana’s eyes, pitying her delusion.

    She actually thought this would break me?

    What a joke.

    I looked straight at her twisted, jealousy–contorted face and said softly, “Sure. I’ll obey. But…” My voice dropped, sharp and cold. “You can’t do it.”

    I stood tall–proud, confident, and untouchable. I was born with the noble blood of the Rogue Pack running through my veins, and no matter how dark the path beneath my feet, I remained something sacred.

    Untouchable.

    Lyana flinched–just barely–but I saw it. My words had shaken her.

    Still, she lowered her gaze with a quietugh. Her pheromones red suddenly, that acrid stench of Smoke Pack Alpha dominance flooding the air, brash and aggressive.

    When she looked up again, her eyes were full of cruelty and mockery.

    She raised her hand. “Then let’s see if you’re right, Princess of the Rogue Pack.”

    The instant she lifted her hand, the two Gamma brutes behind me surged forward with vicious grins.

    bLeslie’s /bPOV

    Just before their hands touched me, I stopped holding back.

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    “As you

    wish, Asphodel.”

    The royal blood within me surged to life.

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    My bones cracked and popped in a sickening crescendo. Muscles writhed beneath my skin, growing, stretching, transforming. My gown shredded into ribbons as silver–white fur erupted from every inch of me, luminous like moonlight.

    My form swelled and shifted, bing something far beyond human.

    In the ce of a woman in heels stood a colossal silver wolfrger than any male Alpha, sleek yet deadly, every line of her body built for violence and grace.

    And then I howled.

    The sound split the night open–pure fury, pure death.

    The two Gamma wolves froze mid–step. Their cocky expressions turned to nk horror. Their instincts recognized what their eyes hadn’t: a top–tier predator.

    They didn’t even have time to shift. I’d already locked them in my golden, slit–pupiled gaze.

    “Die.”

    With a sudden push from my hind legs, I became a streak of silver lightning.

    The closest Gamma barely got his arms up in defense before my ws–infused with royal power–tore through him like paper.

    My talons ripped straight through muscle and into bone.

    No hesitation. I opened my jaws and mped down on his shoulder with brutal force.

    He screamed, high and broken, as a chunk of bloody flesh–still studded with shards of bone- was torn from his body.

    His hot blood sprayed across my muzzle, painting my silver fur red. The scent didn’t repel me -it only sent Asphodel’s fury into a deeper frenzy.

    I didn’t even nce at the trash groaning in the pool of his own blood.

    I turned, eyes like ice, and locked onto the second Gamma–whose legs were now visibly shaking.

    Finally realizing he was next, he scrambled to pull a mercury–tipped de from his coat, half- shifting into a leaner, quicker form as he lunged toward me with a shaky howl.

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