Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398 Possessive Care

Kirby’s POV

By then, I no longer had any thought of marking Leslie.

I drew a deep breath, tamped down the heat inside me, carried her into the bathroom, sat her gently on my knee, and tried to rouse her. “Leslie, wake up–vomit it up…”

She made a disgruntled sound and turned her head, going back to sleep.

I kept my temper and tapped her flushed cheek lightly. “Wake up, vomit first, then sleep, be good…”

She pushed my hand away irritably and mumbled something, as if bothered by my rough hands.

I grabbed the hand that was flailing and kept calling: “Leslie… dear… baby…”

She frowned like a fly buzzing in her ear and finally, with effort, peeled her eyelids open. She blinked toward me, half out of it, as if trying to place who I was.

Her gaze was muddled; she suddenly raised a hand and scratched me hard, muttering, “Shut up!”

I froze–my neck burned where she’d scratched.

Lance looked pathetic, still shaken from Asphodel’s blow, and muttered, “Even like this, she could handle ten wolves.”

Seeing no sign that she’d vomit or had a fever, I let out a small breath and carried her back to the bedroom, laying her down carefully.

She slept soundly, completely unguarded.

I couldn’t be careless, though. I called Malach at once and had him take the bottle and glass for overnight testing.

I wouldn’t be at ease without results.

I also summoned the hotel doctor for a careful check.

When the doctor finished, he said politely, “Leslie just drank too much. Nothing abnormal- give her some honey water.”

I frowned. “Understood. You can go.”

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After the doctor left, I sat on the edge of the bed, helpless, watching Leslie sleep so peacefully.

She knew nothing of the fuss–probably still dreaming.

Lance snorted, “When did you, an Alpha, learn to wait on someone?”

I took a warm towel and wiped her face, muttering, “I don’t trust anyone else looking after her.

I’m going to make that woman pay tomorrow!”

Damn it

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Although we’re wolves and ordinary toxins normally metabolize fast, I couldn’t shake the worry that there might be something deadly to wolves in that drink.

She rolled over lazily; her slip had been tugged aside, exposing a pale, tender shoulder.

I paused; my Adam’s apple jerked. My gaze darkened.

Night pressed in, a chill wind through the window. The wall lamp cast a warm, dim glow. She lay like something soft and fragrant, and it nearly undid me.

I bent close, my voice husky. “Asphodel, may I kiss her?”

After serving as Alpha for the Crimson Moon Pack all night, I deserved a little reward, didn’t I? This isn’t marking!

Just as I was about to press my lips to her, she suddenly opened her eyes.

I jolted, caught like a thief–frozen with guilt.

She blinked, unfocused, and mumbled, “Thirsty…”

I let out a breath and handed over the honey water I had ready, spooning it for her.

She found it too slow, picked up the cup herself and drank several gulps, then lay back down and fell asleep again.

I smiled at her. “Fell asleep that fast?”

She mumbled, “Mm, asleep.”

I couldn’t help asking, “Do you know who I am?”

For a fleeting moment of clarity, she squinted at me, like she was trying to figure it out, and mumbled, “That dog Kirby wouldn’t be this gentle… Carl, I’ll make you famous!”

My face went cold. Lance, in my head, burst into laughter: “Ha–she thinks you’re that Omega!”

Leslie, still drunk–eyed, reached out, touched my face, and flirtatiously touched me a few more

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