Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 Dust to Dust

Leslie’s POV

Of course I remembered that day.

Liana stood before me, holding the discarded engagement ring in her hand, wearing the kindest, most innocent expression… as she delivered the cruelest blow.

I would never forget that confrontation for the rest of my life.

That was the moment I gave up on our bond entirely.

Sorrow, suffocation, fury–it all dragged me into a darkness I couldn’t see the end of.

But thankfully, I made it out.

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Now, seeing the flicker of confusion and pain in Kirby’s eyes, I felt nothing but cold contempt.

“He’s putting on a show,” Asphodel murmured in my mind, tone biting. “Don’t fall for it, Leslie. A cold–blooded wolf doesn’t feel pain.”

Maybe I had just misread everything.

Kirby–he was never capable of love. Not for me.

So why should I care?

I glanced at him, eyes cool and distant.

“I imagine,” I said evenly, “that the Alpha must have been utterly disgusted by the Leslie of three years ago. So much so, even a gift like this ring became a burden. No need to return something you never wanted in the first place.”

Even as the words left my mouth, I felt ridiculous.

“No.” His voice was so low, I barely caught it.

Kirby’s POV

No.

I had never hated her.

And with that single truth, my emotions shattered, one piece at a time,

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Tension gripped my whole body, the air around me thick with my Alpha pheromones spiraling out of control–icy, oppressive.

Freezing.

I tried to think–tried to remember. Had I ever truly drunk myself stupid and ended up at Liana’s place?

Impossible.

As a top–ranked Alpha, even inebriated, I would never spend the night at a Beta’s home. That was pride, that was instinct–it was our bloodline.

No doubt about it. Liana had lied.

A thick fog of fury curled in my chest, pressing in from all sides.

That liar–Liana. I should never have been so soft with her.

Frowning sharply, I finally said it aloud. “She lied. I never spent the night at her place. And I damn sure never tossed that ring away while drunk—”

Leslie’s POV

“She lied. I never stayed there!”

I gave him a calm, disinterested smile. “Is that so?”

His words floated past my ears like a breeze–passing through, stirring nothing.

True or not, I no longer cared.

Those scars from our marriage had long since scabbed over. I had no interest in reopening them.

“He cares what you think,” Asphodel whispered with a wry edge. “But you don’t, Leslie. Not anymore.”

Kirby’s eyes were storm–dark, lips parted as if holding something back. “I know you hate me, Leslie. If I could fix what I broke, I would. I swear it.”

Fix? What a joke.

I gave a soft, humorless laugh, gaze cool as ever.

“You’ve agreed to my terms, Alpha. That’s enough. Once this is settled, we’re even.”

No debts. No ties.

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I was the princess of Rogue Pack. I didn’t need his pity. Or his guilt.

I didn’t give him a chance to say another word.

I pressed the intercom. “Liam. Show him out.”

Liam entered and bowed politely. “Alpha Kirby, this way.”

As Kirby’s silhouette disappeared behind the door, I leaned back in my chair.

The weight in my chest slowly began to lift.

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Even after he was gone, the air was still thick with the fading trace of his pheromones–sorrow, regret, pain.

Once upon a time, I would have drowned in that scent.

But now?

Now it was the line in the sand.

What I had once clung to in desperation had finally, completely, been left behind.

One–sided affection always ends the same. If you bet everything, you have to accept the loss.

You can bleed, break, beg–but none of it matters if they don’t love you back.

Kirby never loved Leslie.

“No,” Asphodel said quietly, a tone I couldn’t place in her voice. “He’s lying. His wolf is howling, Leslie. It’s in pain—for you.”

“So what?” I answered coldly. “It’s too late.”

I got up and walked to the bronze sculpture–the one with the rings.

I plucked the pair of engagement bands from the branch and stepped to the window.

Then, without a shred of hesitation, I let go,

The rings arced through the air in a gleaming curve before vanishing into the iron maze of the city.

Dust to dust. Ashes to ashes.

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