Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122 Storm Beneath the Crown

Kirby’s POV

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Malach looked like he’d been scared stiff by my presence. His eyes flickered, his neck stiffened, like some invisible hand had seized the back of it.

He stammered, “Alpha, sir… I don’t have a very close relationship with Leslie. I wouldn’t know what type of person she likes.”

His voice was trembling, clearly too afraid to meet my eyes.

“Hm?”

I narrowed my gaze, tone sinking even lower, laced with threat. “Didn’t you say you two got along well? Go on. Tell me what you think.”

I didn’t want to hear excuses. I needed him to give me an answer–something that would soothe my pride.

Malach swallowed hard, then forced himself to continue. “But… I think… when Leslie gave up her royal identity just to enter a marriage contract with you… it shows she must be into your type–top–tier Alphas, of course! That Lorde guy? He’s nothing. Her Majesty would never lower her standards for some mutt–blooded Beta like him.”

His words were full of flattery, clearly aimed at dousing the flames of my rage.

I lowered my eyes and stayed silent for a few seconds.

His words, overblown as they were, did ease my anger–if only just a little.

I spoke coldly, changing the subject. “Start prepping the press conference. The TopPoint Industries launch must go off without a hitch. Not a single mistake.”

I needed to shift focus to work. If I didn’t, all these useless emotions would consume me whole.

“Of course. I’ll oversee it personally. I’ll also send over a new phone right away.”

Malach answered quickly, professionally, then practically fled the room like his life depended

on it.

I watched his retreating figure and scoffed. The irritation hadn’t quite left me.

I picked up my cracked phone again, lazily flipping through the screen. The flood of online comments made my stomach churn.

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Chapter 122 Storm Beneath the Crown

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Leslie and Lorde’s so–called relationship was still all anyone could talk about. Neither of them had confirmed anything, yet their fans were treating this ship like gospel.

That kind of person… Lorde… and they think he’s on my level? Are these wolves blind?

Disgusted, I tossed the phone aside again, not even wanting to look at it.

Worse yet, now a swarm of wolves had run off to Carl’s comment section to comfort him, even offering him advice on how to “win Leslie back.”

They had no clue about Leslie’s real relationship with Carl. And Carl? He didn’t even have time. to respond to any of this.

He was currently on Rogue Pack territory, being whipped by his father–the Lycan King Lars- with the family’s ancestral lash.

Just picturing it brought me a twisted sense of satisfaction.

At least I wasn’t the only one suffering.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes, trying to calm the storm in my head.

My fingers pressed to my temple as I muttered under my breath, “Leslie… did you really think you could just shake me off that easily?”

There was a chill in my voice. “You’ll regret it.”

I swore, one day–I’d make her understand exactly who she was destined to belong to.

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