Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 186

Burn in the Alpha Princess & Wrath

Chapter 186 Poison or Honey

Leslie’s POV

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Rogue Pack’s Western Territory Headquarters

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my office.

The air was laced with my favorite calming fragrance, a blend of moonflower and ambergris.

I was reviewing the latest progress report on the “Moon Goddess Relic” project, focused and at

ease.

“Everything is under control,” my wolf, Asphodel, purred contentedly in my mind, sounding like a satisfied feline.

It loved this feeling of absolute command.

Just then, my chief assistant, Liam, knocked and entered. His expression was a little… strange.

“Leslie, Crimson Moon Pack’s second–in–command, Malach, just delivered something.”

He handed me a box bearing the crest I knew all too well – Crimson Moon Pack’s emblem.

I opened it.

An invitation to the Global Werewolf Summit.

“What kind of stunt is that Crimson Moon mutt trying to pull now?” Asphodel scoffed, then warned, “Stay sharp, Leslie.”

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Of course I knew this wasn’t some simple gesture.

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Kirby was not the type to do anything without expecting something in return.

But this bait… it was far too tempting.

This summit was the highest peak of global power.

Getting into that room was the same as announcing to the world: Rogue Pack’s new queen had stepped onto the global stage.

It would save me at least five years of painstaking work to build my name and network internationally,

I fell silent in thought.

Was this poison? Or honey?

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After a moment, I connected to Thorbane through our secure internal comms.

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“Big Brother, that bastard Kirby gave me this invitation. I’m thinking of going.” I sent him a hologram of the invite.

There was a brief pause on his end, followed by a chuckle. “Oh, that thing?”

I heard him shuffling something, and a moment later, he sent over his own live feed.

On his massive desk sat a thick stack of identical obsidian invitations – casually tossed into a pile. Some were even being used as coasters.

“I’ve never gone once,” Thorbane said lazily, his voice steeped in royal arrogance. “Not interested in wasting time with a bunch of ancient windbags. But if you feel like crashing their little party, by all means. Let them get a good look at what kind of queen Rogue Pack just crowned.”

I swallowed silently and ended the call.

The last shred of hesitation in my heart vanished.

This thing Kirby treated like a priceless treasure was, to us, nothing more than discarded junk.

And that realization filled me with a wave of ruthless satisfaction.

“Liam,” I called, my voice sharp and cold, “tell Malach I accept the invitation.”

“And book me the fastest, most luxurious jet to the Far East. One of our own. Rogue Pack only.”

I would not ride on that wolf’s aircraft.

He needed to understand – what I was accepting was the opportunity, not his charity.

Lyana’s POV

Southern Continent my private estate.

The scarlet sunset had dyed the pool water blood red.

I lay silently on a lounge chair, eyes fixed on my phone, where an insider had risked everything to send me classified intel.

Kirby… had transferred his own summit invitation to Leslie?

The wine glass in my hand shattered.

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Scarlet liquid, mixed with glass shards, sliced into my palm

– but I felt no pain.

All that was left inside me was a fire of jealousy and hatred, gnawing at my soul.

Smoke Pack was on the brink of collapse.

Packs across the Southern Continent were already responding to Rogue Pack’s summons, circling in to carve up our territory like vultures.

The pack I had fought for all my life was about to become history.

I couldn’t accept it.

This was all because of Leslie of Rogue Pack.

That woman. What the hell was so special about her?!

“Kill her…” The thought slithered into my mind like a venomous snake. “If she dies, it all ends…”

Eric would forget her. Kirby would forget her. The entire world would forget she ever existed.

I took a deep breath, forcing down the madness in my chest. My eyes grew calm and razor sharp.

I opened a secure channel and contacted a mercenary group infamous throughout Rogue Pack territory – “The Hand of Calamity.”

Their leader was a fallen beast so dangerous, even the Elder Council kept their distance.

“I want you to destroy a plane,” I said, my voice as cold as death.

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