Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405 Breakfast and Backstage Maneuvers

Leslie’s POV

After hanging up, my stomach reminded me how empty it was.

But right then Michael sent out the call to gather for the next shoot.

I rolled my eyes. Damn it, this guy really knows how to rush a schedule.

Though it seemed he already had a backup plan in place.

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I dragged myself to the hotel entrance. Everyone else had already gotten on the vans and was pulling away.

The air was thick with lingering pheromones mixed with the scent of hurry.

Michael was waiting at the door, his Beta scent soft and ingratiating.

I shot him a white look and got in the car.

He handed me an elegant sandwich and a carton of milk. The familiar smell of cream and bread lifted my mood a little. I took it and bit down. “This is from Crimson Moon Pack Bella Bakery? You can’t buy this here.”

Michael nodded. “Kirby asked me to give it to you.”

I froze. “…”

That faint mint scent lingered on the packaging, stirring memories of last night without my

consent.

How did he know I loved this place’s food?

I’d only mentioned it once, years ago during my three years in Crimson Moon Pack. Back then he’d been too busy with Pack affairs to notice.

Michael couldn’t hold back his envy. “Kirby’s really something – personally bringing you breakfast. I heard he even went out to buy it himself!”

I slanted him a look. Asphodel sneered in my head. This Beta’s off. Since when is he so chummy with the Crimson Moon Pack’s Alpha?

Michael’s posture tightened, shrinking a little, his scent pulling in on itself like a wolf hiding its claws. “Actually, last night Sandra and Chloe came to me. I’m the one who told them Kirby was in the presidential suite upstairs…”

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Chapter 405 Breakfast and Backstage Maneuvers

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I blinked. So that’s how it happened.

His Beta scent now had a sour edge to it, guilt like mildew hanging off it.

I chewed my sandwich slowly and gave a cold little laugh. “You’re really enthusiastic, huh?”

So Michael had been the stir–stick behind the mess?

Great. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have stayed in his precious presidential suite.

Good thing it had only been a hallucinogen. If it had been wolfsbane, I’d be finished.

Michael rubbed his nose sheepishly. “I just wanted to see how Kirby would react. Those two women being kicked out… that wasn’t because of what I did, right? Kirby didn’t even need my consent, he just informed me. I honestly didn’t know the inside story!”

“How should I know? Go ask him yourself…” I curled my lip in a cold smile. If it weren’t for the urgency of filming right now, I’d have tossed Michael into the Pacific for a little life experience.

The shoot location was a ground–floor office space Michael had splurged on. The air smelled of busy werewolves‘ sweat and the cold edge of metal equipment.

Kelly, Cynthia, and Carl had already arrived.

Kelly, to emphasize the workplace vibe, wore a sharply cut suit buttoned high at the collar. Her pheromones were as calm as a lake, carrying a note of professional restraint.

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Cynthia, on the other hand, stayed with her usual bold–and–sexy style — a tight skirt hugging her waist and a well–balanced sweetness of Omega pheromones drifting from her like ripe berries, enticing but not gaudy.

I hadn’t expected her to hold back from knocking on Kirby’s door last night.

Asphodel snorted in my head. This Omega’s no fool. Looks wild on the surface but she’s sharp underneath. Didn’t let that mint scent turn her head–smart.

True. Deep down I didn’t think she was as shallow or grasping as she appeared.

She might have her own ambitions, but at least she wasn’t stupid.

Once everyone was in place, Michael vaguely announced Chloe and Sandra’s sudden

no details, just “an unforeseen incident.” His scent carried an embarrassed

withdrawal

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