Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288 The Wave Pack Lord

Leslie’s POV

I pushed Kirby’s wheelchair forward, feeling how the icy edge of his mint pheromones softened at my nearness, touched with a subtle satisfaction.

Umph. The proud wolf fimally got what he wanted, Asphodel scoffed in my mind. His tail might as well be wagging in the sky.

Behind us. Leiss trailed along, his eyes dripping with betrayal, like a spurned lover mourning a plastic brotherhood.

The banquet hall swirled with layered scents–champagne mingled with the pheromones of countless wolves a dense web of politics and power.

Even seated in a wheelchair, Kirby drew every gaze. His aura as a top Alpha had not dimmed in the slightest.

We cut through the crowd toward the one they called the Wave Lord. Charles.

He was a massive Alpha in his forties or fifties, his scent a nauseating mix of fish and cigars that made me frown without thinking.

“Crimson Moon Pack bro!” Charles bellowed, clapping Kirby on the shoulder with a booming laugh. “Long time no see! Heard you had some trouble—I should’ve visited earlier, but things got delayed!

I couldn’t help the twitch at my lips. A man nearly my father’s age calling Kirby bro?

Kirby smiled smoothly, his mint pheromones steady and polite. “Nothing serious. Thank you for your concern, Alpha Charles.”

“Polite as ever! And this is…” Charles’s gaze shifted to me, eyes narrowing in a crude assessment.

“Leslie,” Kirby introduced easily. “Governor of Rogue Pack’s Western Territory, King Lars’s cherished daughter.”

I smiled faintly and offered my hand. “Alpha Charles.”

Recognition flickered across his eyes, and he let out a drawn–out sound of surprise. “Ahhh–so this is your mate! I’d heard rumors. Didn’t expect you two to show up together after that public split?*

His tone carried the dismissive judgment of someone appraising merchandise.

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Chapter 288 The Wave Pack Lord

My face stayed serene, but cold disdain prickled beneath the surface.

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Kirby’s smile thinned, his pheromones sharpening with frost. Still, he replied evenly, “One doesn’t need to be mates to be friends.”

“Of course, of course.” Charles smirked, his words barbed. “But it’s a pity. A successful Alpha always needs a Luna at his side.”

Any thought I had of forming ties with him evaporated instantly.

A crude Alpha like this–and by extension, his entire Pack–was beneath me.

Just then, Charles raised a hand and called out, “Amelia! Come here!”

A girl in an elaborate designer gown hurried over.

She was pretty, delicate, her scent a faint, cloying floral–Omega sweetness mixed with unease, timid and rehearsed.

Another Omega packaged neatly to please men. Pathetic, Asphodel sneered.

“This is Kirby, the one I told you about,” Charles said with a commanding look at his daughter. “The one you’ve been wanting to meet.”

Amelia lowered her head, cheeks flushed, and dipped into a small bow. “Alpha Kirby… hello.”

My eyes sharpened, and the pieces fell into place instantly.

So this was his game–dangling his daughter as bait.

Kirby gave her nothing more than a curt nod, not even sparing her a proper glance.

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