Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 52

Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath

Chapter 52 The Cage I Built

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Kirby’s POV – Crimson Moon Pack Headquarters

A day had passed since the Moon Goddess’s Grand Honor Ceremony, but the chaos and disgrace from that night clung to me like a parasite, burrowing deep into my soul.

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I sat alone in the cold, empty office, my fingers unconsciously brushing the side of my neck, where Leslie’s distant, icy scent seemed to still linger.

The “temporary mark” left behind by my mistake had long faded, but the consequences it unleashed had become an endless storm, raging inside me.

Leslie’s eyes were burning with killing intent. Eric’s shameless challenge and possessiveness. And the venomous words my sister Slyvana shouted in public–calling her a “nameless slave“…

Each memory cut into my Alpha pride like a blade, again and again.

Lance–my wolf–was no longer lashing out in rage over Leslie’s departure like he once did.

Now he curled up in the depths of my consciousness, sunken into a heavy silence laced with pain and regret.

He had finally realized who we had lost–a woman worthy of standing beside us, perhaps even surpassing us.

And the one who let her go… was me. It was my arrogance. My neglect. My fault.

“Alpha, sir.”

The office door creaked open. Malach, my most loyal subordinate and the Beta in charge of Crimson Moon Pack’s intelligence network, slipped in without a sound.

His expression was grim as he respectfully placed an encrypted data crystal on my desk.

“The preliminary report you asked for is complete.”

My heart tightened.

This was what I had ordered him to investigate: an unfiltered record of everything Leslie had gone through during her three years in the Crimson Moon Pack estate.

I drew a long breath and inserted the crystal into the reader. The cold, sterile data poured out like a flood, drowning me instantly.

The first report was financial.

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The marriage contract clearly stated in black and white that as Luna of Crimson Moon Pack, Leslie was entitled to a sizable monthly allowance–enough to give her the luxurious life of any top Alpha’s mate.

But the report showed that starting from her second month in the estate, my mother Belle intercepted nearly all of the funds under various pretenses. Over ninety percent of the money was funneled directly into Slyvana’s personal account for her to splurge as she pleased.

What Leslie received each month wasn’t even enough to sustain the dignity of a fringe Pack member.

She had been deliberately, systematically stripped of her financial independence and humiliated.

My throat dried out. I kept reading.

The second report came from an old servant who had been paid well to speak—and had long since left the estate.

His testimony was sickening in its detail.

Belle and Slyvana had ordered every servant in the estate to treat Leslie like she didn’t exist. No one was to speak to her, respond to her greetings–unless she issued a direct command.

She was banned from using most of the estate’s shared facilities. Her personal communicator had been “accidentally” broken multiple times, effectively cutting her off from the outside world–and her friends.

So it wasn’t that she was too proud to make friends. My family had isolated her–locked her on an island.

I struggled to breathe as that familiar, feral rage began to flare in my chest.

I fought the urge to destroy everything in sight and opened the third report.

And that one confirmed the truth I least wanted to accept.

Slyvana’s words at the ceremony hadn’t been exaggerations.

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report included several blurry surveillance clips, bought at high prices from former estate

I saw Leslie–wearing the plainest clothes–trimming shrubs in the garden. I saw Slyvana toss mud–caked riding boots at her feet, ordering her to clean them. I even saw her one rainy night, locked in a cold, empty parlor all by herself–just because my mother thought she was “an eyesore.”

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And the insult of her name–it was no secret in the estate.

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From Belle to Slyvana to the snobbish servants, everyone had been strictly forbidden from calling her by name.

She was only ever “that woman,” or–worse-“that Omega.”

This wasn’t just mistreatment. It was a deliberate attempt to erase every shred of her identity and dignity as a wolf.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. My fist slammed into the obsidian desk. Cracks spread across the surface like a spiderweb before the whole thing shattered.

My eyes were bloodshot. My Alpha aura burst out of control, shaking the entire office.

Lance howled deep in my soul—a cry filled with unbearable pain, scathing blame, and bottomless grief for the mate we had lost.

So this was the “comfortable life” I thought she had.

A cruel, glittering cage–built by the hands of my own family.

And I was the fool standing outside it all, deaf and blind, the idiotic warden who let it happen.

I panted, staring at the wreckage all around me. The regret and guilt churning inside me was like the deadliest poison, eating away at my very core.

“Malach.” My voice came out raw, like sand scraping against stone.

“Yes, my Alpha.” Malach stepped out of the shadows by the door, showing no surprise at the wreckage or the fury I had unleashed.

“Keep going.” My tone was icy, almost masochistic. “I want to know what part Liana played in all this. I want to know… just how much more I missed.”

This path I’d started–the road to the truth–had become a one–way descent into a personal purgatory. A trial by fire of my own making.

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