Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 65

hapter 65 Unexpected Reunions

Leslie’s POV

The negotiation with Kirby ended in complete failure.

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With his refusal, he once again proved to me that guilt and regret–when placed against the interests of his Pack–were still worthless.

Back at the Governor’s Estate, I had just finished dealing with a backlog of documents when an encrypted call bearing the royal seal lit up in my office.

The screen opened to reveal Carl’s flawless, infuriatingly perfect face.

“Well, well, my darling baby sister,” he greeted with a smirk. “You’ve gotten even prettier in just a few days…”

Carl was a true legend in the werewolf world.

He had bloodline strength that rivaled any royal, yet he had zero interest in power or titles.

He’d left the Pack when he was young, hiding his identity as he wandered the world, challenging fighters across the continent. People called him the Blade in Exile.

Then, for whatever reason, he decided to dive headfirst into the entertainment industry, getting tangled in scandals with countless actresses.

That ridiculously handsome face of his, combined with his carefree, playboy attitude, had made him the dream mate of female werewolves everywhere.

“I am the most beautiful woman in the galaxy,” I flipped my hair and shot back shamelessly.

Carl clicked his tongue. He’d been making polite conversation, and I’d taken the bait without hesitation.

He chuckled. “I’ll be filming in your city tomorrow. Be at the airport to pick me up. And while you’re at it, arrange a lavish banquet. We need to properly celebrate your divorce–and of course, my arrival.”

“So basically, it’s about you,” I said bluntly, calling him out without missing a beat.

He didn’t even wait for a response before casually hanging up.

I shook my head. That brother of mine would always be the same–impulsive and completely self–indulgent.

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The next day, I slept in until well past sunrise before Carl’s barrage of calls finally forced me awake.

“Leslie! I’m almost at Halinport! Are you ready to welcome your favorite third brother?!”

Halinport?! Right–airport pickup!

Ijolted out of bed, scrambled to get ready, threw on a modest black maxi dress, and sped toward Halinport Central Skyport in my more low–profile Porsche Cayenne.

Fortunately, Carl’s private flight seemed to be delayed.

Inside Halinport, people bustled back and forth. A crowd of young female werewolves had gathered near the VIP terminal, waving glowing signs that read “Carl, I’ll love you forever!“–his fanclub, no doubt.

As I studied the group of crazed fans, I suddenly heard someone shout nearby: “Kirby!”

My head instinctively turned toward the voice.

Sure enough, stepping out of the VIP lane were the last people I wanted to see.

Kirby–and the woman who had been the bane of my existence for three years—Liana.

Kirby stood alongside his chief aide, Malach, clearly there to greet her personally.

The moment Liana saw him, her eyes welled up. Without any hesitation, and completely ignoring everyone around them, she flung herself into his arms.

The sight of them embracing hit me like a punch to the chest.

I thought I was past it. Numb. But my heart still clenched with a sharp ache. That suffocating, bitter sting I thought long gone… came rushing back all over again.

Then suddenly, a hand slipped around my shoulders and pulled me close into a familiar embrace.

A wave of warmth, bright and comforting like sunlight, wrapped around me.

I snapped out of it immediately, grabbed the hand on my shoulder, and gritted my teeth. “Carl! Let go of me, or I swear I’ll snap your arm in half!”

He wore a hooded coat, big sunglasses, and a mask–completely incognito.

Wincing, Carl shook his hand out and muttered, “Jeez, Leslie, you’re still so mean.”

“You scared the crap out of me!” I shot him a glare, then frowned. “Where are your

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“They’re on vacation. So now, you’ve gotta protect your dear older brother.”

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