Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423 Tears in the Bar

Leslie’s POV

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With Adler back, little Eren naturally couldn’t keep hanging around the Rogue Pack estate.

The kid bawled like a leaky faucet when it was time to leave, snot and tears running all over his face as he clung to my skirt, wailing, “I’ll be back, Muse, you have to wait for me!”

I crouched down, ruffling his curls with a smile. “Be good, go keep your daddy company. Muse’s door is always open for you.”

But he kept crying and clinging until Adler lost patience, grabbed him by the collar like a chick, and stuffed him into the car.

Once the car drove off, the estate sank into silence.

Without Eren’s noisy presence, the air lacked that cloying sweetness of his milk–scented pheromones. The hall felt hollow, as if a piece of the puzzle was missing.

Restless, I called Astrid. “Come drink with me.”

She didn’t hesitate a second before agreeing, and we headed straight for our usual bar.

It was neutral territory, a place where different wolves‘ scents mixed without clashing. The air was always thick with alcohol and pine, perfect for airing out unspoken frustrations.

As soon as we walked in, the owner recognized us, smiling as he greeted: “You two must be meeting Eric. He’s still in his usual spot.”

Astrid and I exchanged a surprised glance. Eric’s here too?

She chuckled. “That guy must be in trouble again.”

We shared a look and followed the owner through the dim light and soft jazz, pushing open the door of the private booth.

Inside, sobs thundered like a wolf’s howl of mourning, raw and gut–wrenching enough to raise goosebumps on my arms.

I froze at the doorway and whispered to Astrid, “What happened to him? He sounds like the sky just fell.”

Astrid shook her head, looking baffled. “No idea. Just a couple of days ago he was bouncing around the chat talking about chasing the northern lights. Everything seemed fine.”

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Chapter 423 Tears in the Bar

I hesitated, then knocked. No response.

Asphodel nudged me. “Go on. Your circle of friends never disappoints.”

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I pushed the door open–only for a bottle to come flying at me. “Who told you to come in? Get

out!”

I dodged, and the bottle shattered against the door, glass scattering across the floor.

Eric hadn’t held back; with an Alpha’s strength behind it, even the air seemed to tremble.

Astrid snapped, “Why don’t you open your eyes? What if you hit someone?”

The crying stopped.

Eric looked up, his voice still thick with tears. “You two…what are you doing here?”

I walked over and took in his swollen eyes, puffed up like red walnuts. On his handsome face, the effect was so ridiculous I almost laughed.

Astrid couldn’t hold back. “He cries even harder than Eren.”

I bit down my smile. “Eric, even professional actors can’t cry with that much passion. What on earth has you falling apart like this?”

He turned his face away, rubbing at his eyes awkwardly. “I wasn’t crying…”

Astrid snorted. “Wasn’t you? I’ve got the recording of your ghost wailing right here!”

Eric shot her a furious glare. “Traitor!”

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