Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437 Truth in the Storm

Carl’s POV

The moment he arrived, all three of our expressions turned complicated.

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Father gave a cold snort, still furious that his daughter had been dragged into this mess because of him.

Yet, perhaps realizing Adler might also be a victim, he didn’t order him out on the spot.

I waved a hand. “He’s obviously here to explain. Let him in.”

I glanced at Father. “Dad, whatever else, he saved Leslie’s life. Even if you’re angry, you’ll have to hold it in.”

Father shot me a glare but sat down in the seat of honor, composed.

“I know.”

I smiled faintly and turned to Leslie. She was calm as ever.

Once she had confirmed Rogue Pack’s stock would remain steady, she had let the rest roll off her shoulders.

After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d been cursed out online. She never cared what irrelevant strangers thought of her.

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That strength – that unshakable composure was exactly why she was destined to be our

queen.

Adler’s POV

Stepping into the Rogue Pack manor, I brought the chill of the rain–soaked night with me.

The air inside was even colder.

Lars’s alpha pheromone weighed on the room like a volcano on the edge of eruption, heavy with and command. The space itself seemed frozen under it.

anger

Carl, usually all mockery and teasing, had put away every trace of a smile. His pheromone was sharp, bristling with hostility.

Everyone present wore grim faces, all except Thorbane and Victor, who weren’t here.

And except Leslie.

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Chapter 437 Truth in the Storm.

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On the sofa she sat, an island of calm in this storm.

When her eyes met mine, she even smiled – clear, unclouded, without a hint of blame.

“Looks like it’s raining. You’re soaked. Butler, fetch a towel.”

The butler rushed off and returned with a fresh towel.

I took it but didn’t use it. My eyes stayed fixed on Leslie, heavy with guilt.

For once, I didn’t know how to begin.

I feared she might believe the filth spreading online. But worse – I feared she wouldn’t even ask, because she didn’t care.

“Well, alpha, you’ve had a busy day,” Carl’s voice cut through the suffocating tension, his laugh brittle, edged with mockery.

I pulled myself back, keeping my polite smile in place, but turned toward Lars with solemnity.

“My apologies,” I inclined my head to the Rogue Pack king. “Because of me, Leslie and your pack were dragged into this. I’ve already set things in motion. By tomorrow morning, this matter will be buried for good.”

It was a promise

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a Gold Empire alpha’s word.

Lars raised his eyes. The crushing weight of his aura eased slightly.

“We’re family here. We don’t believe those rumors. Good thing Leslie has the sense not to care. Otherwise, how could she bear being torn apart like this online?”

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