Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349 The Dinner Test

Leslie’s POV

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I walked up and looped my arm through his with a grin. “Father, you came to pick me up from work yourself?”

Lars gave me a helpless look, though his eyes shifted subtly toward Adler. “The Gold Pack boy? Been a while, hasn’t it?”

Adler stepped forward, composed and respectful, his voice steady. “Since our last meeting, I’ve been tied up with pack matters and haven’t had the chance to pay a proper visit, King Lars. Please forgive me.”

Rogue Pack and Gold Pack both belonged to the Lycan royal bloodline. Unlike other clans, Adler didn’t need to bow too deeply.

Lars jerked his chin toward the street. “I just came back from fishing with a friend. Since I’m passing by, let’s grab a meal. Have them cook up what I caught. The Gold Pack boy can join

too.”

I followed his gaze to see Thorbane jogging over.

“Alpha Thorbane,” Adler greeted with a polite nod.

Thorbane came to stand beside Lars, who went on, “There’s a private kitchen nearby. We’ll eat there. They’ll prepare the fish. Come along.”

My brows knitted. Rogue Pack and Gold Pack hadn’t dined together publicly in centuries. Why was Father inviting Adler now?

I sneaked a glance at Adler, ready to step in if he felt uneasy. But he only smiled. “In that case, I’ll gladly accept.”

I blinked. This guy… adapting a little too quickly, wasn’t he?

Lars nodded as if he’d expected nothing less.

Asphodel cackled in my head. Leslie, your father’s testing him. This dinner? Hah, it’s going to be fun to

watch.

I ignored her and followed the three men into the building next door.

The private kitchen on the top floor offered a sweeping view of the city’s glittering lights, the breeze gentle against the windows.

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Chapter 349 The Dinner Test

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I sat at Father’s side, with Thorbane and Adler opposite us. Dishes soon filled the table, the savory scent of fish thick in the air, the clink of glasses softening the atmosphere.

Adler was perfectly at ease, speaking fluidly with Lars and Thorbane, his words smooth, his posture relaxed–like he was in his own home.

Relief eased through me. At least Father’s presence hadn’t crushed him.

But then Lars looked at him suddenly, voice deceptively casual. “Where’s Eren? Next time, bring that pup over. I like your son.”

My stomach tightened. I flicked Father a warning glance.

The words sounded polite, but I knew better. They were a warning.

Adler’s standing in the werewolf world was flawless–but to Rogue Pack, having a child was a mark against him. By bringing up Eren, Father was reminding him: don’t harbor ideas about my daughter.

I glared at Father in silence, pleading with my eyes for him not to push.

But Adler simply smiled, warm and unshaken. “Of course. Thank you for the invitation. Eren is very fond of Leslie, too.”

My heart jolted. He really dared to answer like that?

Father lifted his glass, expression unreadable. He didn’t comment further.

Asphodel snorted in my mind. Leslie, that was a warning shot. And Adler? That wolf’s got nerve.

I rolled my eyes internally, not bothering to respond.

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