Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385 Playing with Fire

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Inside the manor, everyone sat down as the butler quickly served a cup of coffee and two glasses of milk.

The milk was given to Leslie and me. I smiled at Kirby. “Forgive the poor hospitality, Kirby. I’m too old coffee keeps me awake at night, so I won’t be joining you. Leslie likes her beauty

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sleep too, so she can’t drink coffee either.”

Kirby stared at the strong, freshly ground black coffee and forced out a stiff smile. “I really like drinking coffee at night.”

“That’s good.” I nodded, letting my gaze sweep over him with a touch of scrutiny.

Leslie arched a brow, her voice lazy. “Since you like it so much, Kirby, try the black coffee from our house.”

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eyes flicked to her, dark and heavy, and he answered in a low voice. “Alright.”

He picked up the cup, pretended to savor a few sips, then drained it all in one go, as if proving something.

I narrowed my eyes, feeling something was off about this kid.

Fenrir muttered in my head: “He’s pushing himself, trying to win your daughter over.”

I coughed lightly, testing him. “How’s your family doing?”

He nodded. “They’re fine.”

“I heard not long ago you were supposed to be betrothed to that girl from Wave Pack. Then she turned out to be a murderer? What a pity. Your family must have been upset.” I tossed it out casually, just to see how he’d react.

Kirby smiled faintly, his tone calm but edged with chill. “That was all rumor, Alpha Lars. You misunderstood. We never planned to form an alliance with her family. As for her fate, we don’t feel any regret.”

“Living in your home and still no intention?” Leslie lounged lazily on the sofa, her tone laced with mockery.

Looking at her slouched posture, I could only shake my head. If Kirby weren’t here, she’d probably be curled up like a cat.

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Kirby turned his gaze to her, like he was explaining just for her. “Never. There’s only one person I want as my partner.”

His stare made it clear: he meant her.

Leslie yawned, clearly uninterested. “Show him out.”

Kirby’s eyes darkened for a moment, but he still rose to leave.

I saw their duel of words as plain as day.

The boy hadn’t let go of Leslie – if anything, he was clinging harder, almost obsessive.

Good. Once he made my daughter suffer, now it’s his turn to feel it.

I exchanged a few polite words and signaled the butler to see him off.

Leslie stretched lazily, ready to head upstairs.

I stopped her, tapping the table with a finger. “What exactly is your relationship with Kirby now?”

Anyone could see something was off.

Not lovers, not broken exes either.

She pressed her lips together, her brow relaxed and careless. “Just playing.”

Playing? I arched a brow.

Fenrir snorted: “That Crimson Moon Alpha is no easy one. She’s playing with fire.”

I knew Leslie’s temperament well. After their bond broke, she’d been cold to Kirby as ice.

She had no intention of reviving that relationship. This “just playing” – she probably meant it literally.

I smiled faintly, a trace of weariness between my brows. “Play if you want. Our family can afford it. Just be careful not to get burned.”

She raised her brows, her tone firm. “I won’t.”

I hesitated, then probed. “That Adler isn’t bad. He’s better than Kirby, at least. He left his child here, and the boy is endearing – especially to you. If you choose him, I’d support it.”

I’d thought it over. In the world, there were very few male werewolves fit for Leslie. Kirby was one of the stronger candidates.

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But Adler was Alpha of Gold Pack, part of the Lycan royal line like us. If not for already having a child, he might have been even more suitable than Kirby.

Leslie was halfway up the stairs when she turned, frowning. “Dad, marriage is a grave. I just crawled out of it. How could I jump back in?”

Hearing that, joy blossomed in my chest. I laughed loudly. “Exactly!”

Fenrir praised in my head: “No wonder she’s your daughter–clear–headed!”

Watching her back as she went upstairs, I answered Fenrir with pride. “It’s because she’s got a clear–headed father.”

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