Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 425

Chapter 425 The Perfect Performance.

Leslie’s POV

The next morning.

I actually took the time to dress up, slipping into a striking red dress.

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When I came downstairs, Carl was sprawled lazily across the sofa. He lifted his eyes, caught sight of me, and smirked. “Well, well. Off on a date? That dress is bold–lucky Alpha, whoever he is.”

Lars looked up from behind his newspaper. His gaze was warm, though tinged with the sharpness of an Alpha’s scrutiny. With a smile, he shook his head. “Don’t tease. Your sister’s beauty can’t be hidden no matter what she wears.”

I laughed softly, a gentle warmth blooming inside me.

But this outfit wasn’t for anyone. It was for the “play.”

“There might be rumors about me in the next couple of days,” I said casually. “As long as they don’t affect our stock, don’t bother with them.”

Lars frowned and lowered the newspaper, his eyes sharpening. “What do you mean?”

I hesitated, then told him about the Frost Pack situation–Eric’s forced marriage, the elders‘ power grab.

Lars was quiet for a while, then sighed, his voice lined with the weight of age. “After the Frost Alpha lost his son, he lost all heart for the Pack. Tragic. If there’s anything we can do, don’t you dare refuse.”

His scent slipped into the air, carrying the authority of a patriarch and the concern of family. In an alliance led by Rogue Pack, mutual aid between Packs was law. And for an old friend like Eric, our Pack had never been stingy about lending a paw.

Carl and I both nodded obediently, warmed by the reassurance.

When Dad said “help,” he meant it. Rogue Pack’s resources and intelligence network would make those Frost elders think twice.

At Rogue Pack’s western headquarters, I stepped out of the car and immediately spotted a man being stopped by the front desk.

Tall, sharp in a tailored suit, his peach–blossom eyes shimmered under the lights. Compared to last night’s mess, he looked like a polished gentleman, handsome enough to charm the world.

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9:24 Sat, Oct 4

Chapter 425 The Perfect Performance

Eric, the famed beauty, holding a huge bouquet of flowers like he was about to propose.

The receptionist looked flustered, clutching the phone as though ready to call security at any second.

I walked over. The moment Eric saw me, his eyes lit up, and he spread his arms wide. “Darling, I’ve missed you so much!”

The receptionist’s face drained as her hand hovered over the phone. But I flashed a dazzling smile and threw myself into his arms.

Asphodel laughed. That acting–Oscar owes you a golden statue.

We hugged tight in full view, like lovers reunited after a long separation. My pine–scented pheromones mingled with his floral sweetness, saturating the air like spun sugar.

Passersby stopped and stared, shocked whispers rising all around.

The receptionist rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

Hand in hand, we walked into the private elevator. Only when the doors shut did the buzz outside break free.

Inside, the air settled.

I asked, “Did you call the reporters?”

Eric checked his phone, grinning slyly. “Relax. It’s all been caught on camera.”

Fifteen minutes later, he reluctantly left.

Within half an hour, the internet exploded.

“Leslie and Eric–childhood friends turned lovers?”

“They’re perfect together! A prince and a beauty!”

“Jealous of Leslie. She changes boyfriends like outfits–every one expensive and gorgeous.”

“Somebody give Kirby ten thousand seconds of sympathy.”

Scrolling through the comments, I couldn’t stop the curve of my lips.

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