Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177 A Queen Among Wolves

Leslie’s POV

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As I descended the stairs, Eric slipped out of the shadows and let out a breath. “I thought one of those Crimson Moon Pack alphas had dragged you off! Then again, you’re the one who drags people off, aren’t you?”

I shot him a look and reined in my pheromones, walking down the stairs in my heels with composed elegance.

Athena trailed after me, her tea–scented pheromones laced with a fragile, fake softness. “Leslie, is Alpha… is he okay?”

I let out a cold laugh, my claws extending ever so slightly as I gave her a sideways glance. “Curious? Go sniff the scent of blood for yourself.”

Her face stiffened, the tea scent trembling in the air as panic flickered in her eyes.

Eric frowned and asked in a low voice, “Why’s your cousin’s last name Darkmoon? Shouldn’t she be from the Rogue Pack like you?”

“Her mother married my second uncle,” I said carelessly. “She’s a mixed–blood Omega from a fringe clan. Bloodline’s impure. She’s not true Rogue Pack royalty.”

Athena’s expression froze. Clearly, it still stung.

I couldn’t be bothered with her any longer. I’d just stepped into the banquet hall when Thorbane and Carl closed in on me.

Thorbane’s ice–pine pheromones weighed down like frost, while Carl smiled with a wicked edge, his wolf aura leaking just beneath the surface.

“What do you two want?” I frowned. Asphodel let out a low growl. “They’re going after Eric! Leslie, let them teach him a lesson!”

Carl blocked my path, grinning. “Don’t worry about it. We just want to have a little chat with Eric. About those roses and fireworks.”

Eric’s face paled as he looked to me for help. “Leslie, come on, you’ve gotta step in!”

I looked away and gave a cold laugh. “Fine. I won’t step in.”

My good mood had already been ruined by Kirby’s kiss. My wolf was still howling in rage. I had

no interest in this nonsense.

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Chapter 177 A Queen Among Wolves

Thorbane’s eyes were ice–cold. “Eric, you’re close with our little sister, but roses aren’t something you give out lightly.”

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Carl chuckled, the glint in his eye pure wolf cunning. “Our little sister is going to be the Wolf Queen. She doesn’t have time for mate contracts. Not happy with that? Challenge me. Let’s see whose claws are sharper.”

Eric’s smile twisted at the edges. “Relax. I’ll keep my feelings buried deep.”

Carl scoffed. “Shut up. Your pheromones stink.”

I turned and walked away. I had no interest in watching another wolf pack squabble.

Kirby’s POV

In the lounge, I pressed a hand to the claw marks on my face. The stinging pain burned hot, the scent of blood tangled with cedarwood pheromones in the air. Lance growled in my head. “Kirby, you messed up again! She used her claws on you–what more do you expect?”

My fists clenched. My chest felt like it had been torn open by wolf claws. Her coldness was like a blade under moonlight, cutting the last of my delusions to pieces. Three years ago, I thought she was just a weak Omega who destroyed our mate bond with her own hands. Now she’s the queen of the Rogue Pack–claws sharp, presence unmatched. And me… I’m nothing but a pitiful failure.

Outside the banquet hall, fireworks still burst in the sky, lighting up Leslie’s face. She had accepted my “Moon’s Tear,” the “Wolffang Belt,” the “Bloodoath Blade.” But she hadn’t shown even a flicker of emotion.

Eric’s roses. Athena’s tea–scented provocations. Liana’s jealous pheromones… Tonight’s banquet was like a Moon Goddess hunt, every wolf eyeing her light. And me, I could only stand in the shadows and watch her slip farther and farther away.

Lance growled low. “Give it up, Kirby. Her wolf already left you behind.”

“No.” I gritted my teeth, eyes blazing with wild fire. “She’s my fated mate. Even if I have to risk everything–Crimson Moon Pack and all–I’ll win her back.”

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