Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Not Yours to Give

Kirby’s POV

“She went to a sales office to buy a place?”

In the office, I listened to my assistant Malach’s report, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk without thinking.

“Yes, sir. And Alya was fired on the spot for being rude.”

My expression darkened. I stayed quiet for a few seconds, then stood up.

“I’ll go take a look.”

I didn’t know what she was planning–but I wanted to see for myself.

I wanted to know what she was trying to do.

When I arrived at the sales center, I happened to catch what–Leslie was saying to the sales manager.

“…It’s not for myself. It’s a gift. For a single man. Yes, he’s picky. If there’s anything substandard about the furnishings, replace all of it. I want only the best. Price doesn’t matter.”

My steps halted at the entrance.

My gaze slowly turned cold.

A gift for a single man?

Who?

Just then, Leslie seemed to have made her final choice and was preparing to sign the paperwork..

“Miss Leslie,” the sales manager asked carefully, “have you made your selection?”

“I have.”

“Let me gift it to you.” I walked over, my voice low.

I realized–I’d never given her anything truly meaningful.

If she accepted this today, maybe–just maybe I’d feel less guilty.

Leslie’s POV

“Gift it to me?”

I turned around and looked at Kirby, as if he’d just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

“Wow, Kirby. Generous, aren’t you? Do you treat all your exes this well?”

“You’re not like the others, Leslie.”

His voice was calm, but when he said the word ex–wife, I could tell it stung him.

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Chapter 180 Not Yours to Give

“So you know I’m your ex–wife,” I cut him off before he could say more “That means we don’t have any ties between us. I have no reason to accept your gift. Otherwise, next time your Crimson Moon Pack starts slinging mud again, they’ll have one more thing to accuse me of–being greedy for luxury

I turned to the sales manager beside us.

“Sign the papers. Run the card. Full payment.”

I wasn’t going to owe anyone for this. Especially not anyone from Crimson Moon Pack.

Right then, Kirby’s phone rang.

He frowned and picked up, and the next second, his face changed.

“Got it. I’m on my way.”

He hung up and looked straight at me.

“She was in a car accident…”

I heard it clearly. The name from the other end of the call–Liana.

My heart tensed. For a second, I thought Liam had gone too far.

But I immediately rejected the idea. I had told him to give her a lesson–but not like this. Not something so clumsy and crude.

“She got into a car accident. What does that have to do with me?”

I gave a casual smile.

“She’s a werewolf. Even the weakest Omega doesn’t get taken out by a car. Who knows, maybe by the time you get to the hospital, she’ll already be healed.”

“She’s lost too much blood.”

His face tightened.

“She may be a werewolf, but her heart’s always been fragile…”

At those words, my mind snapped back to the cold kitchen at Bloodrock Estate.

“Good thing I didn’t take your house!”

The anger I’d been holding in finally burst.

“Otherwise, after I accepted your gift, what next? You gonna ask me to give her my heart too? Kirby, keep your damn house. Save it for Miss Liana. I really hope she survives–because it’d be such a shame for you to be widowed before you even get married.”

I spun on my heel and stormed off.

I didn’t want to look at him for even one more second.