Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 137

Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath

Chapter 137 Shattered Illusion

Kirby’s POV

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Under the dazzling lights, Natalia faded into the background beside Leslie–just a shadow in comparison.

She stood there, radiant, her entire being wrapped in a soft, glowing aura that made her skin appear like porcelain, her presence elegant and commanding.

I had never seen her perform piano at a formal event before. Everything about her had always been a mystery–Rogue Pack’s media only revealed vague glimpses, never the full story.

Now, a song adapted from Pachelbel flowed from her fingertips, each note gentle and steady, graceful yet lively, carrying a deep, unwavering strength beneath the surface.

It wasn’t just music–it was infused with her thoughts, her soul. It wasn’t a mere performance; it was a living painting, her life rendered in melody.

Her conviction, her restraint, her calm, and her transformation—all played out on those keys.

Without immense skill and innate brilliance, how could she possibly play something so rich with meaning and soul?

And that moment–her seated at the piano–was like watching a painting in motion. So beautiful, you wouldn’t dare interrupt it.

The room fell completely silent, save for the piano on stage. Everyone held their breath, even their exhalations quieted.

When the song ended, Leslie rose and looked over at Amala with a small smile.

Amala nodded and handed her the gift she had prepared.

Eric’s eyes shimmered, as if overflowing with warmth.

Leslie looked at him and pulled out the elegant watch. The moonstone embedded in it sparkled under the lights.

“A song for Moon Goddess, and a ‘moonstone watch‘ for Frost Pack. That’s my gift.”

No.

Impossible.

Lance howled in despair inside me.

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It wasn’t for us. That watch–that wasn’t for us. Everything we hoped for had just been pathetic wishful thinking.

Before I could stop myself, I stepped forward and grabbed Leslie’s wrist.

“Leslie-”

“Kirby, what do you think you’re doing?” Eric snapped.

I ignored him completely, my gaze locked onto Leslie–deep, heavy, and cold.

The watch in her hand shimmered so brightly it felt like a blade in my chest.

And never in my life had I hated watches more. I wanted to take every timepiece I’d ever owned and throw them into a volcano.

Leslie frowned and with a small twist of her wrist, easily broke free from my grip.

A top–tier Alpha’s strength–utterly useless in front of her.

She raised her eyes, expression icy. “Mr. Kirby, can I help you with something?”

I clenched my jaw. I was about to speak–but Leslie didn’t give me the chance.

“Whatever you have to say, save it for later. This is Frost Pack’s birthday celebration, Mr. Kirby. No need to steal the spotlight, right?”

With that, she calmly resumed what she was doing, gently fastening the moonstone watch onto Eric’s wrist.

A satisfied smile bloomed across her face.

“Happy birthday, Eric.”

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