Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365 Half–Month Leave

Carl’s POV

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I curled on the floor in pain, clutching my chest, my face drained of color. It took me a long while before I could breathe again. “It’s true, Kirby, I wouldn’t dare lie to you! I’m just an Omega who knows how to please people–especially patrons, especially beauties. Whatever she says or does is always right. I only wanted to make her happy so she’d keep supporting me…”

His features stayed cold, mint pheromone pressing down on me so hard I could barely breathe. He cast me one disdainful glance, then turned as if to leave.

I let out a shaky sigh of relief, thinking I’d survived.

The next second, someone yanked my hair back and smashed a fist into my face.

Before I could react, fists and boots rained down like a storm. I had no strength to fight back. All I could do was cover my head and sob for mercy. “I told the truth–why are you still hitting me?”

Twenty minutes later it finally stopped.

One of the bodyguards leaned down, his voice like ice. “Here’s your warning: stop releasing that filthy pheromone. Some people are not yours to covet.”

Then they left me there broken.

Not mine to covet… Leslie.

I lay sprawled on the floor, every bone feeling shattered, despair flooding me.

The beauty I’d reached for was gone just like that.

Leslie’s POV

That night after returning from the set, Kirby did something rare–he didn’t send a single message to bother me.

It almost seemed like he’d truly accepted the role of a kept man, waiting for me to summon

him.

He was overthinking, of course, Still, his restraint pleased me.

The next morning my phone rang sharp and early, cutting through the silence. The name flashing on the screen–Adler–made me pause. He’d never called this early. Something urgent, clearly.

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I answered calmly. “Morning, Alpha. What business do you have at this hour?”

“Good morning, Leslie.” His voice carried the usual warmth of a Golden Flame wolf, but under it was urgency. “The Apex Industries project has stalled. Development was already fraught with difficulties. At this rate it’ll drag the whole partnership down. Leslie, is something going on at Apex that they can’t admit?”

My brow furrowed, my milk cup halted at my lips.

Stalled? Impossible. I’d heard no such rumors.

I drew a steady breath. “Alpha, I’ll get back to you on this. The progress of our partnership won’t be delayed.”

As soon as I hung up, I gathered my things without hesitation and headed straight for Apex Industries.

My resin pheromone slipped into the air, masking the unease in my chest.

Cameron–my assistant placed inside Apex–hadn’t reported a single anomaly. That was no good sign.

I strode into the building, straight to Cameron’s office without greeting a soul.

He blinked in surprise when he saw me, then scrambled up. “Leslie?”

I wasted no words, dropping into the chair across from him, my eyes sharp. “What’s been happening here lately?”

He shook his head, looking puzzled. “Nothing…”

“The research with Gold Pack isn’t going well?” I pressed, my voice edged with pressure.

Still he shook his head. “Haven’t heard anything.”

My eyes

darkened. I didn’t speak again, just rose and made for the lab.

Something’s wrong. Someone’s keeping this from you, Asphodel snarled in my head. I didn’t reply, only shoved open the lab door.

No researchers. No werewolf shamans laboring over the Moon Goddess relic. Just two bored watchmen stifling yawns.

They snapped to attention at once. “Princess of Rogue Pack!”

I swept my gaze over the empty lab, my voice sharp as northern ice. “Why are only you two here? Where is everyone?”

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The two exchanged uneasy looks, panic flashing in their eyes. “They… they were given leave. We’re just covering the watch shifts.”

“Leave?” My tone dropped, laced with fury. “All of them at once? For how long? Who approved this?”

My pheromone pressed them flat. One stammered in a whisper, “Half a month… Alan told us to

rest…”

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