Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198 Crimson Shackles

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Just as I was about to call out to Kirby, the pirate at my feet suddenly sprang up. A dagger flashed silver in his hand, stabbing straight toward my shoulder.

I couldn’t dodge. Pain exploded like a hundred silver needles driving into my bones.

I stumbled back. The crossbow slipped from my hands. Numbness crept through my body.

“Wolfsbane!” Asphodel cried weakly. “Run, Leslie!”

But I couldn’t move. My vision blurred. My legs gave out.

The toxin spread like freezing fire, scorching my senses into a haze.

I clenched my teeth and forced myself to stand, but my body only grew heavier.

And then–a crimson shadow tore through the air with a roar so violent it shook the ground.

Kirby.

Fully transformed, he descended like an ancient beast, a giant wolf wrapped in flaming red fur.

He clamped his jaws around the pirate’s neck and tore it clean off. Blood sprayed in all directions, the stench overwhelming.

His eyes burned with fury, his fangs dripped with blood. The sound of his snarl rang in my skull.

In a flash, he shifted back into human form. The crimson fur receded, revealing a face streaked with blood.

He rushed to me and pulled me into his arms with enough force to crush bone.

His chest heaved. His eyes were filled with pain and rage.

“Leslie!” he growled. His voice was ragged, like it had clawed its way out of his throat.

I lay in his arms, my body cold, consciousness slipping fast under the toxin’s assault.

Asphodel let out a low, faint growl. “A… foolish… Alpha…”

I opened my mouth to say something, but my throat was blocked. Only a breathy gasp escaped.

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His body was burning hot. The heat made my frozen limbs tremble.

I tried to push him away, but my arms felt like wet cotton.

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“Don’t move!” he barked, clutching me tighter as he raced toward the helicopter, his steps frantic like he was outrunning death.

His strike unit surrounded us. Claws and fangs still slashed through the last of the Sea Demons. The air stank of blood and death.

My vision darkened. The only sounds left were his growl–and the helicopter’s deafening

rotors.

Then everything went black. But I still faintly felt his arms–so tight, I thought he might fuse me into his body.

Leslie’s POV

When I woke, the air was thick with the scent of disinfectant. My shoulder ached faintly, but it no longer burned like it had.

I was lying on a soft bed. Around me, the metallic walls of the Crimson Moon Pack flagship medical bay hummed with machines.

Asphodel muttered inside me, voice heavy with exhaustion. “We owe our lives to a Crimson Moon Alpha, Leslie.”

I frowned and tried to sit up, only to realize my hands were wrapped in layers of gauze, stiff and awkward like a puppet’s.

Outside the window, waves crashed against the hull. The sunset cast golden light on the floor- warm, but blinding.

I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts.

Footsteps and murmurs outside the door made me frown again.

I heard them call me “Luna” and “Alpha’s mate“-words spoken with reverence and sympathy, like I was some kind of myth.

My heart dropped. Anger and bitterness surged like a tide.

Crimson Moon Pack. The wolves I hated most… had saved me? That kind of debt weighed like a shackle, tightening around my throat.

“Who gave them the right to call me Lama?” I muttered.

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Asphodel snorted. “A bunch of arrogant males who think saving you gives them the right to bind you.”

I clenched my jaw and forced myself to stay calm.

The door opened, and a man in a white coat stepped inside. A doctor, from the look of him. His gaze was warm, but there was something analytical behind it.

He checked my wound.

“You’re healing well,” he said. “The Wolfsbane has been purged, but you’ll need a few days of

rest.”

I nodded coolly. “Thanks… uh…”

“Jensen,” he replied with a smile. It looked like he wanted to say more, but stopped himself.

I could sense he was testing the waters–trying to read me.

I didn’t want to engage. I asked instead, “What about Carris? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” Jensen said with a raised brow. “Kirby roughed him up a bit. He’s quieter now. Didn’t expect to see him here either.”

“And the others…” I paused, nodding toward the door. “Why are they calling me Luna?”

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