Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357 Scandals and Forests

Leslie’s POV

The vibration of my phone was like a thunderclap, yanking me out of sleep.

Groggy, I fumbled for it and saw Astrid’s name glowing on the screen.

I frowned and answered, but before I could speak, her loud voice exploded through the receiver. “Kirby’s staying at your place, isn’t he?”

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My mind went blank. Still half–asleep, my pine–scented pheromones stirred with irritation. “Yeah…”

“Oh my god! You two actually made up? Did you sleep together last night? Is this serious or just fooling around?” Astrid sounded as if she’d just discovered a new continent.

Rubbing my temple, I finally caught the important part. “How do you know?”

She burst into laughter. “Kirby posted on his feed. The whole circle’s going wild! Everyone knows you spent the night together!”

My stomach dropped.

His feed?

What trick was Kirby pulling this time?

Asphodel scoffed in my mind. Leslie, that mutt is up to no good again! Check what he posted!

I ignored her, took a deep breath, ended the call, and opened Kirby’s account.

Blank. Not a single post.

He blocked me?

Rage flared, nearly making me hurl the phone across the room. The faint trace of mint pheromones still hung in the apartment, reminding me of last night’s ridiculous clash.

I called Astrid back, voice cold. “Send me a screenshot.”

Her laugh was even louder. “No way! He actually blocked you? Hahaha, that’s priceless! Kirby’s such a clown!”

I clenched my teeth, in no mood for her teasing.

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A few seconds later, the screenshot came through.

One glance nearly made me faint.

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The photo showed my living room, my pictures hanging on the wall. The caption: A beautiful night.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, his reply to Leiss read: She’s in the shower.

Kirby, you bastard.

This was a deliberate setup to make people think—

My grip tightened until my fingers shook, pine pheromones exploding in the air, fury crushing my chest.

Asphodel cackled. Leslie, he did it on purpose! His way of marking territory! Cheap trick!

I didn’t answer. Storming out of my room, I was ready to confront him.

But the living room was empty. Only a messy blanket on the sofa proved he had slept there.

Gone.

He ran off fast enough.

At least his circle of friends was small–only a few from Crimson Moon Pack could see his posts. The rumor hadn’t spread too far.

Still, just thinking about that post made my blood boil.

Kirby, you’d better pray I don’t catch you.

I took the next two days off, retreating into the quiet of my apartment. The peace settled me, but it also left an odd emptiness.

On the third morning, I went home.

The moment I stepped through the door, Lars acted like he hadn’t seen me in a month. He fussed endlessly, ordering the kitchen to prepare all my favorites–fish and vegetables.

My pine–scented pheromones filled the dining room, carrying the warmth of home.

Asphodel muttered in my head. Leslie, with the way your dad dotes on you, Carl must be seething with jealousy.

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I smirked, ignoring her.

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Carl sat nearby, sulking. “Dad, Leslie’s not an only child, you know.”

Grinding his teeth, he looked like a child starved of attention.

Lars absentmindedly dropped a chunk of mango from the soup into Carl’s bowl. “Eat.”

Carl swallowed hard, face turning green. “I’m allergic to mango…”

Lars blinked in surprise. “Since when are you allergic to mango?”

Carl’s expression was priceless–like he’d just eaten a fly.

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I fought back a laugh and quickly changed the subject. “Carl, aren’t you leaving for filming? Today?”

He grunted, lazy. “Mostly to guide the newcomers. This batch is hopeless.”

My brows arched, curiosity piqued. “I heard your new girlfriend’s a rookie too?”

The media had recently caught him with a young actress, rumors flying.

Carl stiffened, eyes darting toward Lars before he cleared his throat. “We broke up.”

I nearly laughed out loud. Just another publicity stunt. Carl’s so–called girlfriends were always for show.

Lars sneered, slamming the table. “Bosses are constant, but girlfriends come and go. Do you call that respectable?”

Carl choked on his soup, coughing until his face turned red.

He muttered under his breath. “Dad, don’t you always tell Leslie not to give up the whole forest for one tree?”

Lars’s eyes bulged with rage, hand twitching like he wanted to smack him. “That’s not the same! Can you compare yourself to your sister? Be grateful anyone wants you at all, and you dare talk about forests? Pathetic!”

I ducked my head, struggling not to laugh.

Carl sat slumped, picking at his food, beaten down like a whipped pup.

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