200 A Debt Revealed

    Kirby’s POV

    I stood on the deck, the sea wind pping my face raw. My fingers clenched around the tablet, knuckles white.

    Lance growled inside me. “She saved you, Kirby! Why did she never tell you?”

    My heart felt like it had been struck with a hammer–so hard it knocked the air from my lungs.

    When Jensen sent me the video, I almost couldn’t believe it.

    It was from four years ago, footage from the Bloodfang Arena.

    A girl in a red dress, moving like a phantom, took down the underground fighters one by one and dragged me back from the edge of death.

    Her movements were graceful, precise–lethal. The kind that only the Rogue Pack royal line could master.

    I couldn’t see her face clearly, but the red dress, that unwavering stride–they carved themselves into my mind like a de.

    I’d always thought it was a hallucination, something I imagined right before I cked out.

    But now, the video showed the truth.

    It was Leslie.

    She saved me. And yet in our marriage, I ignored her, pushed her away, made her so heartbroken she left me behind.

    “Are you sure it’s her?” I asked Jensen, my voice scraping its way out of my throat.

    He nodded, his expressionplicated. “Carl saw it too. He said it’s a technique only the Rogue Pack royal family could perform. No one else but Leslie.”

    I turned to Carl. He stood not far away, his gaze sharp enough to cut me in half.

    “She saved you,” he growled through clenched teeth. “And what did you do? Let her rot in your Pack under the cold stares of wolves who never epted her!”

    I had no answer, Guilt surged through me, drowning everything else.

    Lance growled, “We lost her, Kirby. We don’t deserve to be her Alpha.”

    I gripped the tablet tighter. In my mind, I saw her face–unconscious, pale–her shoulder soaked in blood, her body broken and burning.

    I had saved her this time.

    But she had saved me once, too.

    Whatever debtsy between us… had long since tangled into something unrecognizable.

    Carl’s POV

    I stood on the deck, ring at the magical recording in Kirby’s hands. My chest burned with fury so hot I could barely contain it.

    The girl in the red dress, her movement unmistakably Rogue Pack royal stealth technique— sharp, silent, lethal.

    I recognized her instantly.

    It was Leslie. Four years ago, she saved this bastard. And how did he repay her? By tearing her apart in marriage, piece by piece.

    “You don’t deserve her!” I red at Kirby, barely holding back the urge to punch him in the face. “She saved your life, and you let her live like a ghost in Crimson Moon Pack!”

    He didn’t deny it. His eyes brimmed with pain and regret. The tablet in his hands was nearly crushed under his grip.

    I sneered. What use was regret now? Leslie didn’t love him anymore. Her heart had been shattered long ago.

    Jensen stood off to the side, trying to smooth things over. “Carl, calm down. What’s between them… it’s not that simple.”

    “Simple?” I bit back. “She risked her life to pull him out of the Bloodfang Arena! And what did he give her in return?”

    Kirby raised his head, his gaze

    bottomless.

    “I didn’t know it was her,” he said quietly. “If I had known…”

    “What would you have done?” I cut him off. “Kept freezing her out? Let her keep being treated like an outsider in your precious Pack?”

    He said nothing. His fists clenched tighter, his knuckles bone white.

    I turned my eyes to the sea, but the fire in my chest refused to die down.

    Leslie was my sister.

    She never should’ve suffered like this for a man like him.

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