Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 313

Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath

Chapter 313 The Trap

Leslie’s POV

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Astrid and Amala eagerly pulled the man closer. Amala beamed as though she were presenting treasure. “He’s got nothing to do with Kirby! His name’s Carl, a model who started his career overseas. I saw him at a fashion show and knew you’d love him, so I brought him here!”

Her voice dripped with pride, as if she’d gifted me a rare jewel.

Carl stepped forward. His aura was clean, touched with Omega gentleness, none of Kirby’s haughty dominance.

He risked a careful glance my way. “Leslie, I’m Carl.”

His voice was soft, like a breeze in spring.

I tugged my lips into a thin smile, then turned to glare at Amala. “You know I hate that man, and you brought me someone who looks just like him?”

Asphodel chuckled darkly. “Now that’s a poisonous gift.”

Astrid patted my shoulder, her brows waggling mischievously. “If you hate him, then torment Carl and disgust the real one. If you like him, fall for Carl and drive the real one insane. Either way, you win!”

I rolled my eyes. “You two are truly my dearest sisters.”

They chorused, smug and playful. “Of course!”

Eric snorted without looking up from his phone. “Pointless.”

The sound carried the arrogance of Frost Pack’s young Alpha.

My eyes lit with mock interest. I leaned closer. “Eric, got something on your mind? Let’s talk business.”

He smirked lazily, still scrolling. “I’ve got eight hundred tons of potatoes that won’t sell. Why don’t you take them off my hands?”

I stared at him, speechless, then dropped back onto the couch.

Amala scoffed. “He just asked me to use my fashion connections to push his farm goods. Can you imagine?”

Eric shot back, “People in fashion don’t eat?”

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I exhaled and sat there in silence, while Asphodel muttered in disgust. “A bunch of weirdos.”

At least Frost Pack’s Eric had his potatoes to distract him from bothering me further.

But Carl stayed close, his presence oppressive in its own quiet way. His scent was clean, yet it pressed on me like Kirby’s shadow. My chest tightened with the old unease he stirred up.

Restless, I rose, wanting air.

But just as I reached the door, a wall of reporters blocked my path, cameras flashing so brightly it burned my eyes.

My face darkened instantly. Amala was quicker, stepping in front of me. The drunken haze vanished from her expression, replaced by a sharp coldness. “What do you think you’re doing?”

The doorway filled with the buzz of reporters, their excitement thick in the air, faint pheromones mixing with the noise. The clamor surged like a tide.

Asphodel growled inside me, disdain curling in her voice. “Hyenas chasing gossip. How tiresome.”

“Amala, we’re reporters! We heard famous models from abroad are planning to break into the northern continent. How’s the meeting going?” one shouted, his voice sharp, probing like a hunter’s spear.

“Yeah, who’s agreed to sign already?” another pressed.

“Are you planning to bring them all over?”

“Is Leslie here too? Will she participate?”

“Leslie, just a few words, please?”

“Was this really just a casual dinner?”

The questions came like machine–gun fire, voices colliding in a deafening storm. One in particular pierced the noise, shrill, deliberate, trying to stir something bigger.

I swept my eyes back toward the lounge. Inside, faces flickered–panic on some, calculation on others.

Amala stood at my side, her face dark as thunderclouds before a storm.

Cold amusement flickered in my chest.

This dinner had been a setup.

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Asphodel roared in my head. “Someone betrayed you! Leslie, tear the traitor apart!”

I held her back, keeping calm, weighing the pieces.

Amala, Eric, Astrid, and me–any one of us was headline material.

If one of these eager models had leaked the gathering, tomorrow’s feeds would explode.

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The headline practically wrote itself: “The Decadent Life of a Female Alpha‘ or ‘Secret Party of Noble She–Wolves‘ Either way, it would drag every one of our packs into the mud.

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