Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370 Clash of Alphas

Leslie’s POV

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I noticed Adler’s surprised look as he glanced between me and Kirby.

But now wasn’t the time for explanations.

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I fixed Kirby with a cold stare; my resin pheromone rolled through the air, carrying the Rogue Pack’s authority. “Let go.”

I glanced at his hand on my waist and forced down the irritation. He really knew how to pick his moments to act out.

“Leslie!” he called my name low, the emotion in his eyes like a suppressed storm; his mint pheromone pricked at my brow.

Across from us Adler’s expression darkened for a moment before he smiled and tried to diffuse the tension. “Kirby, people are watching. Give Leslie some face, will you?”

I swept my gaze around; sure enough, a number of patrons were casting discreet looks our way.

Of course he’d run into us with a crowd trailing behind him–what a damn coincidence.

Kirby’s expression hardened, cold as ice. Gritting his teeth, he slowly withdrew his hand from my waist.

I knew he wouldn’t risk humiliating me publicly; that would only make Adler look better for handling it gracefully.

He turned and glared at Adler, his words laced with barbed heat. “Alpha Adler, you really have time for leisure–shouldn’t you be tending to your own business instead of meddling where you shouldn’t?”

The jab was a provocation.

Adler’s smile stayed warm, but an equal chill flashed behind his eyes. “Kirby’s schedule is packed. Don’t keep people waiting. Let’s go.”

The two alphas‘ auras clashed; the air between them seemed to spark.

Who would back down?

Kirby was clearly losing patience. His chest rose and fell; his mint pheromone nearly spilled

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He glanced at the group he’d brought and said in a deep voice, “Malach, take them over there. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Understood.” Malach led the others to a distant table with practiced politeness.

Kirby turned his gaze back to me, but my face offered him nothing.

His expression darkened further, yet he dared not explode at me. Instead he shifted to a false gentleness and brushed a stray lock of hair from my ear. “I’ll join you in a bit. Eat something so you don’t starve.”

The concern looked staged and purposeful.

He’s at it again with the performance, Asphodel sneered in my head.

I ignored the jab, took a bite of dessert, and acted as if he didn’t exist.

Kirby’s face remained thunderous; he shot Adler a warning look and then stood to leave.

I watched his retreating back and let my resin pheromone draw in tight and cool.

That male wolf always wanted to display his possessiveness.

Too bad–I’m not his possession.

Adler watched him go and commented with meaning, “Kirby seems different lately.”

I lifted my eyes and said evenly, “Maybe he’s been provoked.”

There was a trace of mockery in my tone.

If Kirby had been riled by me these past days, he had only himself to blame.

Adler smiled and didn’t press further, though a curious glint remained in his eyes, as if he were trying to puzzle out what had happened between us.

I didn’t explain and went back to my dessert.

These two alpha wolves–none of them are simple.

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