Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Two Parties, One Answer

Leslie’s POV

Amala and I exchanged a look and followed the butler inside.

The two of us went to greet the Frost Pack Alpha first, then made our way to find Eric.

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He was surrounded by a crowd doing shots, and the moment he spotted me, he looked like he’d just seen a savior.

“My date’s here! The rest of you losers showed up alone, so you don’t even qualify to drink with

me-”

That one shout made the crowd even rowdier. But the second they saw me, they all shut up real quick and smiled, laughing it off.

I shot them a glare and turned to walk away. Eric didn’t even hesitate–he followed me immediately.

“God, did the Moon Goddess bless you this morning or something?”

Amala gagged and spun on her heel, walking off without a word.

I couldn’t help letting out a cold laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. “Say one more disgusting thing and I will hit you.”

Eric grinned as he trailed after me. “I only speak the truth.”

He tugged playfully on my dress. I clicked my tongue and stepped out of reach.

Kirby’s POV

From a shadowed corner not far away, my eyes were locked onto that figure in deep green.

That strapless gown, the rich green hue–it made her stand out more than anyone else. Bright, bold, striking. Her softly curled hair draped lazily over her shoulders, every move commanding attention like a spotlight had found her.

And that Frost Pack brat had the nerve to tug on her dress like they were flirting…

Watching Leslie and Eric Frost act so chummy, Lance let out a jealous, agonized snarl in my

mind.

“She rejected us–but she’s smiling at him! She never looked at us that way!”

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Chapter 135 Two Parties, One Answer

That kind of closeness, that kind of ease… I never had it.

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I gripped my wine glass so tightly my knuckles turned white. The crimson liquid inside looked like it could’ve been blood wrung from my own heart.

Leiss‘ POV

I stood beside Kirby, not daring to say a word.

The pressure around him was thick, cold, suffocating. Every inch of his aura screamed danger.

The woman he waited all night for yesterday–the one who supposedly had to fly overseas for urgent work–was now standing at the Frost Pack birthday party, glowing like royalty.

Barely twelve hours apart. Two birthday parties. Two very different stories.

It was like someone had taken a brick wrapped in a velvet glove and slammed it into Kirby’s face in front of a crowd.

I glanced at his stormy expression and the uncontrolled flood of cold Alpha pheromones leaking from him. I cleared my throat, trying to cut through the thick, suffocating air.

“Ahem… Kirby, honestly, Frost Pack is just all flash and no substance. They’ve got nouveau riche written all over them. It’s just a birthday party, what’s the point of all this spectacle? Do we even need to show them any respect?”

Knowing Kirby’s personality, the idea of him attending Eric’s birthday was baffling. Frost Pack didn’t have that much face. The fact that he even showed up shocked me.

Kirby lowered his gaze slightly, voice deep and unreadable. “I was just curious… who’d bother showing up to something this pointless.”

I went speechless.

Curious about whether Leslie would show up–just say that.

Since the annulment, that woman’s been showing up far too often… and clearly, she never really

left his mind.

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