Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392 The President’s Suite

Kirby’s POV

Seeing Leslie actually reach out to steady that counterfeit, rage flared in

my chest.

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I strode toward him. Carl flinched, shrinking back a step, like a rabbit caught in a predator’s

gaze.

Leslie’s face was calm. “Go on. You can’t be on camera in wet clothes.”

“Uh…” Carl muttered, turning to take the boat back.

I called out coldly from behind, “You’re already soaked. Just wade back and leave the boat for the ladies.”

Leslie clicked her tongue and turned away, clearly displeased with my order.

I caught up in a few quick strides, grabbed her hand, and rubbed hard at the fingers Carl had touched, until her skin turned red.

Lance roared, “That counterfeit’s scent–disgusting!”

Leslie yanked her hand back, her eyes icy. “What’s wrong with you?”

My gaze burned red, voice rough as I fought to rein in my emotions. “Exactly. That’s why you’re not allowed to talk to him.”

She sneered. “You don’t get to decide.”

The words struck deep, making my chest tremble.

I gritted my teeth. “Leslie, were you the one who brought Carl onto this show?”

A faint smile curved her lips, her pine–scented pheromones sharp with challenge. “Yes.”

She wanted me angry? Humiliated? Forced to quit?

I stepped closer, brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, and let my voice drop cold as ice. “Not satisfied with me alone? You need a counterfeit too?”

Leslie lifted her eyes, her gaze sharp as blades, refusing to yield.

She curled her lips and tugged at my collar, her voice clear and cutting. “Men–one more never hurts. There’s no such thing as forever. I’ll always have enough.”

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Chapter 392 The President’s Suite

My breath caught, the chill of my mint pheromones seeping out as I growled through clenched teeth, “Leslie-” Her words burned through my restraint.

Kelly’s voice broke in. “Leslie, come have some hot water.”

Leslie turned and walked over. Kelly and a few of the other women stood together, holding

cups.

Kelly handed her one. Leslie smiled faintly. “Thanks.”

Kelly asked gently, with a hint of probing, “You two seemed a little off earlier. Everything okay?”

Leslie replied flatly, “No problem.”

I caught Cynthia sneaking a look at me before asking Leslie, “Leslie, is Kirby pursuing you? Are you two going to make up?”

Leslie lifted her eyes lazily, sipped the hot water, and answered cold as frost. “No.”

The word struck me like a heavy blow. My face shifted, but I forced it back under control.

No one’s future is fixed.

What she said today couldn’t dictate her choices tomorrow.

As long as I worked hard enough.

Filming a show was more exhausting than a battlefield.

Dragging my weary body, breathing in Leslie’s sweet pine scent beside me, I finally felt today hadn’t been wasted.

Lance grumbled in my head, “Tired or not, your woman’s here. Worth it!”

That night, the crew was lodged at a five–star hotel under the Red Moon Pack’s name.

As the sole sponsor, of course I wasn’t going to let the money go to anyone else’s hotel.

The place had been cleared out in advance. I had my presidential suite. The others were placed in luxury rooms.

On camera, everyone lined up at the front desk for their keys. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Leslie’s room number–just a luxury suite?

My glare shot toward the hotel manager.

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He flinched, tugging Malach aside to whisper in a panic.

I didn’t bother to listen, but soon enough, staff rushed over to inform Leslie that her room had been changed to the presidential suite upstairs.

Lance scoffed, “Without Malach, you can’t even give an order yourself?”

“Hmph!” I dismissed him.

If I had to give every order personally, what use was Malach, that beta?

I stood at the door of the presidential suite, waiting.

When Leslie stepped off the elevator, I moved forward, took her luggage from the server, and smiled. “Shall we?”

She didn’t move. Standing still, her gaze cool, she asked, “There’s only one room up here, isn’t there?”

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