in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath

Chapter 389 The Real and the Imitation

Kirby’s POV

I arrived.

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The moment before stepping inside, my heart pounded wildly with anticipation at the thought bof /bseeing Leslie again.

I tried to smother that excitement, imagining her surprise, the delight on her face when she

saw me.

But the second I spotted that man, all my expectations ignited into a roaring fury.

Damn it. How could that counterfeit be here?

What gave him the right to appear before Leslie as a “mystery guest,” just like me?

In an instant, I wanted to smash this entire recording set into ruins.

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I stood in the doorway, backlit, but there was no warmth on me — only cold killing intent.

I watched the cheers and joy on everyone’s faces freeze into unease and panic.

Good. At least they knew how to read my expression.

My gaze was a de, cutting first into that counterfeit Carl, before shifting toward Leslie.

She frowned at me, her surprise at my presence clear.

Finally, my eyes fixed on the culprit – the producer, Michael.

bCarl’s /bPOV

My smile stiffened,

When Kirby appeared at the door, it felt like the air itself solidified,

Why was he here? Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha, on such a trivial show?

My eyes darted away instinctively, and I edged closer to Leslie, as though her presence could

shield me.

Beforeing, Michael had sworn up and down that Leslie herself had named me.

He said this was my golden chance to shed thebel of “Kirby’s recement.” As the show’s

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only male guest, I’d receive unprecedented attention.

So of course, I came without hesitation.

But who could have predicted the original would walk through that door?

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Even from across the room, I could feel his chilling scent, his killing intent radiating openly.

My chest tightened with panic. The memory of the beating he gave me crashed back in, a scar I’d never forget.

Michael’s POV

Every gaze in the room pinned me like a spotlight, making my skin crawl.

But I had no choice I had to hold firm.

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Carl was right: whoever draws heat, wins.

Bringing Kirby and his “recement” Carl together was brilliant!

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Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha facing off against his stand–in the scandal alone would blow thework apart.

As a seasoned media man, I knew how to wring value out of every yer.

This was only the beginning of my n.

I forced a beaming smile, walking forward to wee Kirby.

“Wee, we’re so d you-” My words choked off when he cut me down with a sharp, icy “Oh?”

That look of his was terrifying. I felt myposure shatter.

Thinking fast, I rebranded Carl as Kirby’s assistant, trying to calm him by drawing a clear line of hierarchy.

But it barely worked. The cold in his eyes didn’t thaw at all.

I was finished. I had overyed my hand.

Desperately, I turned my eyes to Leslie. She was the only one here who could restrain Kirby.

As expected, she read my predicament.

Though she rolled her eyes at me in exasperation, she raised her hands and started to p.

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In that instant, relief crashed over me.

The crowd followed her lead, apuse swelling louder and louder.

Kirby’s face finally eased, and he stepped inside the set.

I exhaled a long breath.

Good. The first hurdle was cleared.

The show could go on.

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