Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 352

Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath

Chapter 352 The Wolf Beneath the Mask

Leslie’s POV

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The smell of fish from dinner still lingered in the air. I lowered my head, sipped my wine, and glanced at my phone. On the screen was a message Kirby had sent an hour ago: “You left your flash drive at Bloodrock Estate. I’m waiting downstairs at your apartment.”

My brows lifted, suspicion rising.

A flash drive?

When did I ever lose something like that? I had been busy with the Moon Goddess relic lately, and yes, I had been to the Crimson Moon Pack’s Bloodrock Estate. But something like a flash drive–I was always careful. I couldn’t have just misplaced it.

Still, there might be company files in it. Leaving it outside wasn’t acceptable.

Rubbing my temples, I felt my pine–scented pheromones stir faintly and decided I had no choice but to go.

I excused myself to Lars, Thorbane, and Adler. “I’ve got something to take care of. You all enjoy the meal.”

Lars glanced at me, his eyes probing but silent, only giving a nod.

Thorbane kept his head down, still busy with the fish as if he hadn’t heard a word.

Adler smiled gently. “Be careful on the road.”

Asphodel’s voice hummed in my mind. Leslie, Kirby sending you a text this late at night? He’s up to something! You’re really going?

“It doesn’t matter. Kirby wouldn’t dare mess with me.”

I grabbed my coat, picked up the golden chrysanthemum gift box little Eren had given me, and walked straight out of the restaurant.

It had been a while since I’d been back to my private apartment, but the housekeeper still cleaned every day. The faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air.

Driving over, I kept wondering: what was Kirby playing at, insisting on meeting here?

Normally, he came straight to Rogue Pack headquarters, or else suggested a café–somewhere public. An apartment? Too private.

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I frowned. Something about him tonight felt off.

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The moment I pulled into the complex, I saw a car marked with the Crimson Moon Pack crest waiting beneath the building. The headlights flickered once, and a long arm rested casually on the window. A cigarette glowed between his fingers.

It was him.

Kirby’s profile looked as sharp as a blade under the night sky, wild and untamed. His mint- scented pheromones were so strong it was like they reached me before I even got out.

I parked in the space beside him, grabbed the gift box, and stepped out.

“Where is it?” I frowned.

“What is?”

He paused, the corner of his mouth lifting in a mocking smile.

“You’re toying with me!” I snapped, but then he casually pulled a flash drive from his car and shoved it into my bag.

Unbelievable.

I’d lost all interest in dealing with him. Holding the gift box, I turned toward the apartment building. I hadn’t taken more than two steps when a cold, hard embrace suddenly locked around me from behind.

Tobacco mixed with an overwhelming burst of mint pheromones swallowed me whole. My body froze, my heart stumbling in my chest.

What the hell was he doing?

“Let go.” My voice was cold, my pine–scented pheromones rising with authority that brooked no refusal.

But unlike before, Kirby didn’t ease off. He held me tighter, his deep voice brushing hot against my car, carrying an icy edge he couldn’t hide. “Who were you having dinner with, huh?”

The chill in his tone struck deep, making my chest tighten.

I scowled and tried to push him away, but his arm was unyielding, like steel.

Twisting in his hold, I met his eyes. Too close. Far past the line we usually kept.

His gaze was narrow and shadowed, hiding emotions I couldn’t read.

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Asphodel whistled in my mind. Well, well, Leslie, looks like he’s jealous! That mint of his is practically exploding!

I ignored her, focusing on Kirby, searching for what was wrong with him.

No alcohol on his breath. His eyes were clear. But the pressure he gave off… it pulled tight in my

chest.

I met his stare with ice. “It’s none of your business. Do I owe you an explanation?”

His eyes narrowed, a smile curving his lips–cold, dangerous. His gaze pinned me like a wolf ready to strike.

We held each other’s eyes for over ten seconds, neither yielding.

And then it struck me–this was the real Kirby.

All the compromises, the gentlemanly facade… nothing but a mask.

Now his wolf, his possessiveness, were laid bare.

Asphodel groaned. Leslie, this guy’s been hiding deep. Push him off before he tries to mark you!

A jolt went through me, but my voice stayed sharp. “Kirby, let go. Don’t make me say it a third time.”

He didn’t move. His gaze only grew darker, his mint pheromones pressing down until I could barely breathe.

I clenched my jaw, anger and something more twisting together in my chest.

Kirby, what the hell do

you want?

Send Gifts

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